divebunnie

So we have an adopted cat in our building… Betty. OK we resisted giivng her a name for ages, not wanting to acknowledge that she had become a part of our little family. We also made sure that she never spent the night in any of our apartments. Well she is essentially a feral cat, she just happens to have mastered the art of being friendly and cute, and we didn’t want her to become to dependent on us. I think she had realised that if she was friendly she would get fed. Well she is now very pregnant… hmm guess she got a bit too friendly with one of the boy cats around here. And, as a result she is totally hormonal, so lashed out at me when I tried to pick her up the other day to put her outside. I am very lucky she didn’t get my eye, as she ripped a bit of my eyelid. I now feel the guilty one though, as she has now been banished from the flats, but doesn’t quite understand why. Hence she has been miaowing outside my apartment for the last 12 hours! I feel dreadful, like I am going to be a part of destroying her faith in people. I guess once she has had her babies, she will calm down a bit and once again will be the lovely little cat we all came to know and love. At the moment, she is verging on the psyco scary cat! Of course things would be much easier if I was just at work so didn’t have to deal with any of this. We need some more guests so that all the instructors are working. Having said that though, I am quite enjoying a bit of a break for a change.