Today is the eighth anniversay of Blip's Adoption Day
In 1999, a little tabby cat in a sorry state arrived in our garden. We knew nothing whatsoever about cats, neither of us having had one, but we obviously could not turn TabbyFur, as we called her, away and she moved into our garden and thence our home. Sadly, she was only with us for a few short weeks when, despite the best veterinary care, she had a heart attack and died. We were heartbroken.
TabbyFur left us a legacy though: we both very quickly realised that a cat-shaped void had arrived in the centre of our lives. We agonised over what to do as we felt we had let TabbyFur down so badly but after a few weeks we went to the bookshop and bought two books on cat care. The next day, I rang CP.
I told them that we did not care about age, sex or colour, nor state of health (provided a novice could provide the necessary care) but that as we had failed to save TabbyFur, we wanted to help the neediest one. This turned out to be Blip, six months in a rescue from her first birthday simply because she is black and white. She has been our loyal, loving companion from the moment she arrived.
Happy Adoption Day Anniversary, Blip.
