It's Gypsy 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: "Gypsy literally appeared at a friend's place one day - he had walked in that night and was sitting in the lounge room when they woke up one day. They had a cat door and her cat was allowed to come and go as he pleased during the night. He must have seen Gypsy looking half-starved and lonely and invited him in. Once Gypsy found somewhere with people to fuss over him and feed him, he didn't plan to leave anytime soon. Margaret (my friend) tried to find his owners around where they lived but didn't have any luck. He was obviously used to being around people, being a very friendly cat, but nobody in her area said that they were missing a friendly orange cat.
It's Mum Kaz (or Karen) here: "Gypsy literally appeared at a friend's place one day - he had walked in that night and was sitting in the lounge room when they woke up one day. They had a cat door and her cat was allowed to come and go as he pleased during the night. He must have seen Gypsy looking half-starved and lonely and invited him in. Once Gypsy found somewhere with people to fuss over him and feed him, he didn't plan to leave anytime soon. Margaret (my friend) tried to find his owners around where they lived but didn't have any luck. He was obviously used to being around people, being a very friendly cat, but nobody in her area said that they were missing a friendly orange cat.
She was at the point of taking him to the RSPCA but knew I was thinking about adopting a cat or two. Talk about perfect timing - Gypsy got to move in with me on 10 July 1999, and we've been together ever since. He was named Gypsy (because of his wanderings) when he was at his foster home, so I kept the name. At that stage, they thought he might be a 'she', so hence the 'girly' name. Since moving in with me, Gypsy's been microchipped, registered with the local council and tagged, so there's no way we're going to be separated anytime soon!"
It's Gypsy again: Well there were just the two of us, and we were very happy, until Mum decided that I was ready to learn about sharing. I did point out that I'm a cat and there did pretty well on my own, but she wouldn't listen. So, on 22 January 2005, my little sister Tasha moved in, and my life changed forever.
For more cat blogging try these links:
Friday Ark # 173 at The Modulator
Weekend Cat Blogging # 136 at Chey and Gemini's Place
Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos # 27 at The House of Mostly Black Cats
The Carnival of the Cats # 200 with Samantha and Tigger at Life From a Cat's Perspective
For more cat blogging try these links:
Friday Ark # 173 at The Modulator
Weekend Cat Blogging # 136 at Chey and Gemini's Place
Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos # 27 at The House of Mostly Black Cats
The Carnival of the Cats # 200 with Samantha and Tigger at Life From a Cat's Perspective
