We won’t talk about my earlier life. We’ll start when I was deposited on the farm like a parcel being delivered. I was not happy about this because I was a “lost” cat, an abandoned cat, an injured cat!
In my ‘lost’ and injured state I struggled to a stranger’s door. They fed me and took me to the vet as my tail was badly injured. By the way, that’s how I got my new name. “Bobbie” because I now had a bobtail. During my convalescence I overheard my saviours planning to ‘move me on’. I was distraught at the idea of again being ‘taken on sufferance’.
Delivery day arrived and I was transported many miles and introduced to my new owner who was asked to take me ‘on approval’. If I hadn’t been so upset I’d have had a lot to say about that.