Continued from The Memoirs of Dalriada McPherson: Preparing For My Arrival When the door of the carrier swung open, it was obvious that I was in another land. It wasn’t that I was taking that much interest in my surroundings – not the appearance to sight, that is – but the smell of food, two feet […]
Continued from The Memoirs of Dalriada McPherson: Second Contact Now was the time for Lee and Kath to prepare for my arrival. No, wait. I should really say that it was time for them to prepare for my hoped arrival. You see, the Cat Shelter doesn’t work on fact but faith – not their faith where
‘Cat Shelter. Can I help you?’ It was the first call of the day after throwing the answer phone switch to ‘off’ and, although human contact was a necessary part of the re-adoption process, it was a duty that could be easily substituted for more valuable time petting and caring for the cats. ‘Is Annie
Continued from The Memoirs of Dalriada McPherson: How it All Began ‘I’m sorry about your wait, madam.’ Lee was patiently stood in a long line of potential shoppers in TK Maxx, a ‘suitable’ cat bed in hand, waiting his turn to arrive. In truth, it was a dog bed but, technically speaking, it’s use wasn’t obviously
