We adopted her when Keith Stewart’s daughter decided she didn’t want a cat any more. Keith explained that if we didn’t take her she’d go to the SPCA and would probably be dead within a week. (The cat, not the daugher. At least I think that is what he meant.) And you know what Keith is like – another glass of Central Otago pinot noir and I’ve had said yes to anything. And the little furry object was a cute kitteny thing.
That was then.
We took her home and over the last few years she turned into a whiny, moany, yowly cat. The children adore her, my wife doesn’t mind her, but I work from home so I get her all day every day and she drives me nuts.
However, much as I dislike her, tattooing her would be, I feel, somehow wrong. Call me old-fashioned. But some people feel differently: