Tasha's Gotcha Day Story on Story Sunday

It's Tasha here. I'm going to post a story my mum wrote about how I got to live here. Here it is, as she wrote it for my Catster page.

It's Mum Kaz (or Karen) here: I really wanted to get another cat to keep Gypsy company during the day when I'm at work. Because Gypsy was (and still is) a somewhat "set in his ways" mancat, I decided that I should get a younger female cat. I've always had a soft spot for ginger cats, and particularly loved a ginger cat "Arnie" who lived with Mum & Dad for quite a few years.

So I searched for a young, ginger female cat located in Victoria on the Cat Match website (Cats from all over Australia are listed here). I found Tasha's listing and fell in love with her photo straight away. Tasha was living with her foster mum Megan and Megan's family at that time. They lived outside of Geelong, and it would take me well over an hour (or maybe two) to get there from my place. However, there was no question of looking elsewhere - I just had to bite the bullet and drive down there.

I contacted Megan and explained that I'd like to take Tasha to live with Gypsy and me. I could pick her up on the coming Saturday. Megan explained that Tasha would be spayed before I picked her up (very responsible), so there would be a delay of a week before I could pick Tasha up.

The ten days went a bit slowly, but finally the big day came! I checked Megan's address on the web at Whereis dot com, and made sure that I took my Melways street directory with me. It was a good trip, and I found the address without much trouble. There seemed to be heaps of cats and dogs there. Tasha had been living in Megan's room with a few other cats. She was understandably scared about getting into the transport cage, but I did the best I could to get her in quickly and then into the car to start the trip back to Melbourne.

We didn’t go straight home because I’d previously booked her in to see our V-E-T so that she could get her vaccinations before we actually went home. It was a pretty traumatic morning for the little kitty, and when we got home, she just hid under the lounge and slept for hours.

It was a gradual process to introduce Tasha to her new home, and eventually to her big brother, but it all worked out really well. Tasha was young and spunky enough to stand up for herself when she needed to, and won her big brother over by playing with him and grooming him. They’re great mates now!"

It's Tasha again: Mum's right you know, even though my big bro and I have wrestling matches that look ferocious, we really do like being around each other and just generally hanging out. I'm so glad Mum picked me out to come live here.

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