Lonely girl, wondering how to survive living alone, seeks pet and goes to animal rescue shelter.
I an shown round by a very kind young girl Jenny. We find a lovely affectionate cat called Ella who keeps head butting me and demanding affection. I cuddle her. We see other cats (I'm really saddened by their stories and the neglect of such beautiful animals) and come back to Ella who I have fallen for with her super soft fat fur coat and loving nature. More cuddles are demanded. More are given.
Suddenly she hisses and scratches my hand for no obvious reason. I am really shocked and also so dissapointed as I thought I'd found the cat for me. It's PMT time, my boss treats me like shit, my love life sucks and I'm moved to tears. In fact I very embarassingly can't stop crying. We see some dogs but all the barking is a bit overwhelming. The rabbits do nothing for me. As a special treat to 'cheer me up' Jenny takes me to see this adorable 12 weeks old puppy Foxy. I stroke him. All of a sudden he growls and snaps at me. "Well that back fired on me - I'm so sorry" says Jenny who escorts this shivering wreck to her car.
I drive home thinking my insatiable urge for pet has been replaced with fear. I also remember animals are a good judge of character and I must be truly evil. I remember my friend's dog in Chicago suddenly growling and then biting me. Also my step dad's dog biting my bum while I was minding my business doing the washing up. I deduce I am the devil incarnate and that makes me very unhappy.
It's so good to be home. I shut the door and go through my post. Suddenly I am aware of something. A black cat is at the top of my stairs looking at me. "Oh bloody hell - now they come to my home to attack me!" That will teach for leaving the cat flap open. She has a big belly and teats and walks funny. Looking for a calm place to have kittens perhaps. She seems hopeful to make a friend as she makes her way back to the cat flap. I call her and she comes but is nervous. I am nervous too. I reach to stroke her after she's sniffed my hand and she jumps to my touch so I leave it there. She rolls around seductively on my rug but I am not sure how to react so I open the front door and allow her to leave without having to do a cat flap and fence in her delicate state.
What a day! Now wrapping the family's presents. Mark is packing for the Sydney trip and then coming over tomorrow. Hurray!
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