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I'd love to pack my bags & come to Aus. But I doubt I could ever leave my beloved England. Unless you throw in some hot sex - then I'd be tempted.
I couldn't move with Hely because she still fights with Diz. HM offered to take her - when we had our sensible, structured conversation about me moving out . Back when we agreed it would be December so I could save depsoit & rent for my new place.
I can get away with taking one cat (I have found, judging by responses on websites) but two cats that yowl at eachother and can't be in the same room? Nope.
It breaks my heart because I don't see pets as disposable, I took Hely on for life. But the alternative is not finding somewhere reasonably permanent for me, let alone Diz. So with HM agreeing to take Hely, at least she stays in a familiar place with a familiar person and isn't back in a cage in the beauty contest world of rescue cats. And HM owned a cat for y-e-a-r-s even though he has rather a Victorian Father approach to cat rearing (which his brother and I know was successful because he had a docile and quite lazy moggie, but he thinks was down to strict moral control).
The sad thing is she really bonded with me. So she is currently in and out of the office. She waits on the doorstep to follow me home at 18.00. So far I have avoided this by slippiing out the back door, getting a lift and simply picking her up and taking her to HM's. I feel rotten about the whole thing. In fact I wonder if I might just talk to John about her being a pub cat - she has the perfect temperament for it. She could live downstairs and Diz could live upstairs.
It's a bit much to ask to bring my whole menagerie though. And if she settled, could i leave her there?
I dunno. I would never have got her if I had known how precarious my situation was. And although it was my idea initially, HM was all for it, saying he was only holding off suggesting it because he didn't want to upset me (implying Dylan was never coming back).
And here she is, on my desk, making herself at home.
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