We live in an apartment in the city centre. For that reason, we had given up the thought of getting a cat or pet as they would not be able to go outside and thought it would be very unfair to them. We then decided to move, and boom, recession, and we were stuck.
Randomly, one day we decided to go to our nearby cattery. I was reluctant to go, as I did not want to get excited and fall in love with a cat and then have to walk away. We walked into the back where all the cats where and they were running around, going outside and then back inside. My hubby picked one and I picked another one, we didn't like each others that much. Mine for a starter hated men and thus only would go near women, hubby typically befriended a feral cat.
We then went to leave and were brought back into the area where cats are picked up that have been reserved. So we assumed the two cats sitting there were reserved. One was lying on a cushion. He made no movement and the other was playing on the ground. The one on the cushion we were informed was not booked, he was petrified of outside as he was a stray and they had to keep him in that little enclosed area or else he would fret. Secondly, that day he had been booked and then stood up and it was the second time it had happened to him.
The cat had both the features of the other cats we had chosen separately, a mixed breed, a long haired white cat with a short haired tabby.
We spoke of our concern that we would not be able to let him outside to which the girl managing the cattery was relieved as Buzz is petrified of cars, of the cold, of people that are not us. If we open a window, we have to spend ten minutes coaxing him out from under the sofa.
He took a while to settle in, but he is the perfect cat in every way for us. He shuns cat toys and instead is fascinated when any of us are doing DIY and then steals the cable ties. Gone is the cat bed as he considers he needs to be sitting on the sofa at the same level as us and so has his own cushion. For a stray, he is a very fussy cat, he only likes very expensive litter and gourmet cat food (as though he was not eating dry food and cheap litter in the cattery).
After a month of having him, we had to leave for one week to go on honeymoon (if it had of been any other holiday I would have cancelled). We put him into a cat hotel with a five star rating and I fretted the whole week, missing my cat. Out of the countless dogs I had growing up, I never missed them. When we came back to get him, he had been spoiled rotten and even had a rosette on his own litle room door (he had his own central heating and tv - better than our hotel nearly).
Buzz was his given name when we got him, and we thought of changing it, but never did - as he doesn't listen unless he wants to, no matter what you call him.
