So, we come to my bicoloured friend, Sophie Whiskers. I'd always hankered after owning a black and white cat, especially those Bloomsbury type ones, but after owning Tilly (qv) for many years, she inevitably got old and in late 2014 we decided to adopt another moggie to cope with the former's inevitable demise. As ever, we're keen to give an unwanted animal a nice home, so off we toddled to the local branch of Cats' Protection. We didn't meet with the woman we'd adopted Tilly from back in 2003, because she'd since left the organisation under a cloud (reason unknown), so we went to another lady who lived in the same postcode.
The CP lady had a huge extended semi-detached house full of cats and Sophie was in a cage near the door. I'd especially requested a black and white animal and there she was, a cat of some ten months or so of age and cute as a button. Her backstory was that she'd been left in a box outside a Veterinary Surgery in a less than salubrious area of south London. She hadn't been spayed by her careless owners, but it's CP's sensible policy to neuter all pets because it improves their behaviour and most importantly, stops the spread of unwanted kittens.
Sophie soon settled into our house. Tilly didn't really appreciate sharing her house with another cat, but was kind of old and crotchety anyway. She occasionally clouted her around the head, which is fair enough really. My puss started sleeping on our bed, but has defecated on it before, which was, quite frankly, bloody awful.
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