I got off the phone to the aunt, she's ringing from up in Cumbria (they are on holiday) to make sure, in her words, that "The Wally that is looking after the cats hasn't ****** up yet.", i assured her all is well as i spoke to the 2nd cousin who is looking after them (his folks have gone away with the aunt and co') and he told me how all was well..but just he feels as if he needs three extra sets of eyes, which is actually quite true! Anyway...further on in the conversation with the aunt we were talking about when Bella comes home, and we spoke and have agreed about the 9th of November, which clears bonfire night out of the way as we are having a 'thing' again this year, and that is near the eight weeks mark (i think it might be a few days off.)
And it hit me that its just over two weeks away! I think i have everything now..but it just feels so strange, sounds odd i know. Seems like five minutes ago it was that Friday morning when i helped bring Bella into this world, when i thought she was a he and was to be called Maxwell, and now she is to start her new life with us.
She has gone from this:
To this..
Finally to this..
Scary how much they grow and change isn't it?
It's really strange but i do feel it was old Kismet at work with this one..after the events of months not too far passed it does seem a little too coincidental i think.
So yes, i think i am starting to get excitied now about her coming home-i have been obsessing over something happening to her as with the big tort kitten, but the vet has given the all clear so can start to relax-relax for all of five minutes until she is here and tearing around the place
ooooh kittens!
I just hope she settles here and is happy..i think the rest of the mob will take her in with little problems, guess i am lucky in that sense!
So..let the countdown of the 16 days begin
