More than six months ago, Wendy rescued a tiny kitten from the winter storms ...
But ... what to do with her? House One at Gerolstein was already occupied by two teenaged grandes dames, the Marchioness Minnie and the very supercilious Princess ChiQi ... House Two is the the property of Sir Socks, a large young handsome male of a nervous disposition. So she was allotted the sleepout as her home. As she grew, she was throughly vetted and speyed ... and at six months she had become very attached to Wendy ... When I returned from my season at my Winter Palace ...
The door of the sleepout is right opposite my office window. So I see her, every day, perched in the window, watching the peacocks mating attempts, chasing flies and lizards, playing with her 'toys' ... And somebody else spotted her too ...
No obvious signs of antipathy. No arched backs, no hissy-spitting ...
So, last night Wendy took the first step in li'l kittys final 'audition' for permanent residence at Gerolstein... on the the Big Stage in the Gerolstinian living room ...
Minnie clambered down from her couch, immediately, to investigate. They snuffled and patty-caked a bit through the bars ... ChiQi ignored the whole business and the newcomer ... no one seemed unduly ruffled ... The wee one seemed most intent on finding out what was under her royal red rug ... and watching fat Kirsty on Location, Location. I apologised to her that that was least awful Sky TV can offer on a Monday evening...
So ... watch this space ...
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