We only had 48 hours with these four beauties, so didn’t get to know them as well as we would’ve liked. However, you didn’t need much time with them to see how sweet natured they all were, and at the same time how different their personalities.
Brea was the only female in the household, an old girl who mostly kept to herself, though she didn’t say no to cheek scratches if any came her way. If she wasn’t sunning herself in the garden, she was making herself comfortable in a quiet corner of the house, preferably away from the 2 young ones. Despite her generally sweet disposition, she was a feisty little old lady though! One of the neighbours’ cats had the audacity to sneak in to eat their biscuits and you should’ve heard and seen the way she defended her family’s stash. The thief was promptly forced to abandon his attempt!
Leon was the senior male, a long haired softie who, despite having just been through serious surgery to remove tumours from his neck and belly, was still keen for human company. It took him something like 2 seconds to come over to meet us and ask for some love when we first walked through the door, and he continued to seek us out (between naps!) throughout the weekend. A very easy patient, he took his medicine without any fuss whatsoever. Such a sweet boy, we wish him all the best for a quick and full recovery!
Gerrard was a boisterous, cheeky boy who enjoyed claiming ownership of our bed during the day, of our suitcases as we were remaking them, and of pretty much anything we left out that didn’t have his scent on it yet. As a young cat, he was full of energy and great fun to spend time with. Named after a famous footballer, it was only fitting that he went crazy over a scrunched up piece of paper which he kicked around the house with gusto! Who needs expensive toys?
Lastly, we had Torres, the other young one. We had been warned that he was very skittish and would run away from us, as he still ran away even from the people he knew, so strangers didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen when we arrived, and we assumed he was out and about. Dinner time came and there was still no sign of him, so we inquired about any likely hiding spots and, sure enough, we found him in the depths of a wardrobe. Not wanting him to feel threatened in his safe spot, I approached quietly and showed him a bowl of food, then walked away. He emerged pretty quickly to eat it, but as soon as he heard me approaching again, he ran to hide under the bed. However, curiosity and the desire to play got the better of him, and it wasn’t long before he was convinced to come out to play. After that, although he remained nervous throughout the weekend, he didn’t hide anymore. We only wish we had had more time with him to try and help him build up his confidence. Maybe one day!
