Grab a cuppa, its a long story!... here goes,
About to seetle down last night to watch Holby and my mobile rang, number not recognised but I answered and a woman on the other end asked if I was the woman who had lost her cat. I was pleased to tell her that my cat was now home thanks but she interrupted that the cat I had was HER cat.
She had been given one of my lost posters by her grand-daughter who thought that Posh was the cat her nan had lost nearly 3 years ago. My heart flipped over and I felt a bit sick, was this woman Posh's true owner and would I have to part with my baby??
I panicked, and I'm ashamed to say
I fibbed that we'd had Posh a long time and that she couldn't be hers, I explained that she had a microchip and was spayed, I even said we'd bought her from a breeder... I know it was wrong but I was getting upset and began to cry
This woman lives in a council estate not far from me and explained that she'd moved there 4 years ago and the cat she had never settled, always wandered off. She described Posh in detail, she was called Purdey, had had 2 lots of kittens with her, but she said that's all she wanted to know was, that she was safe and well cared for. I broke down and admitted my fibs and said yes, Posh came to us in November 07 and I tried to find her owner via vets and posters but after month no-one was forthcoming and we decided to adopt her. The woman said she couldn't understand that as she had told vets and CP etc. that her cat was missing.
I pleaded with her not to reclaim her cat as I grown so attached to her, she promised me that was not her intention. Anyhow, she is housebound but asked if her husband could come to my house to see the cat and assure her it that it was 'Purdey' and see that she was ok. I agreed and within half an hour her husband, Ray, came to my door. I held Posh and it was very amicable, he had a cuddle and then we parted. I promised that I would send a photograph to her for her to keep. She, I no know is called Jan, has grown up children and her babies are now 2 yorkie terriers, also a black cat who would not tolerate another puss on his patch. I assured her that Posh is the most pampered cat on the block and that we love her dearly. I feel guilty that she must have gone through the same sense of loss that I did when Posh was missing. But as Ceri and my SIL said, why hadn't she chipped her as she was an expensive cat to buy?? She wasn't spayed as I think they wanted her for breeding. But knowing she was a wanderer, she could have had her chipped and from the outset she'd have had her back.
I've always wondered about Posh's origins. Now there is a back story, not dumped or abused but just a cat always on the lookout for good deal.
Well, no more kittens for her but funny to think she'd been a mum, wonder what they looked like?
What do you think I should do now, apart from give her up, I can't bear to do that.