100 Hundred Things: Post Eight of Twenty
As many of you know, I'm an ex-pat. And also a devoted cat owner. Since I was a child, cats have always been part of my family. In fact, when I got divorced, I made sure that kitty custody was at the top of my demands. And sure enough, the kitties came with me. Tellies, furniture -- that can all be replaced. But not the uniqueness of a special feline.
On that note, in addition to my much beloved Monty, when I moved from Canada to England I brought along her Great Divineness -- the Royal Princess Mila.
My great diva was originally a rescue cat. I happened upon her one day as I was walking down Dundas Street West in Toronto and walked into a pet store. They were having a shelter day and had animals spread throughout the shop. As I walked through the aisles, I came upon this wee slip of a black thing and fell in love. A few hours later, she was mine and I was hers, and we headed home.
She grew into a beautiful kitty. But bless her -- for nearly a year as I was moving to the UK, she was fostered with a dear friend of mine. Once Mila finally arrived in the UK, she acclimated quickly: "Mum, can I go exploring please?".
"Yes, dear. But be careful." We were living in Topsham at the time and both Monty and Mila had loads of opportunities to explore.
Once we moved up from Topsham to Surrey, the kitties definitely became more housebound. And, unfortunately, my beloved Monty became ill with cancer in 2008. His illness was short, but throughout it all, Mila was by his side -- as evidenced in this picture.
After Monty passed away, Mila became the Queen of the Household. And to this date, she is the ultimate Queen :D.
On that note, in addition to my much beloved Monty, when I moved from Canada to England I brought along her Great Divineness -- the Royal Princess Mila.
My great diva was originally a rescue cat. I happened upon her one day as I was walking down Dundas Street West in Toronto and walked into a pet store. They were having a shelter day and had animals spread throughout the shop. As I walked through the aisles, I came upon this wee slip of a black thing and fell in love. A few hours later, she was mine and I was hers, and we headed home.
She grew into a beautiful kitty. But bless her -- for nearly a year as I was moving to the UK, she was fostered with a dear friend of mine. Once Mila finally arrived in the UK, she acclimated quickly: "Mum, can I go exploring please?".
"Yes, dear. But be careful." We were living in Topsham at the time and both Monty and Mila had loads of opportunities to explore.
Once we moved up from Topsham to Surrey, the kitties definitely became more housebound. And, unfortunately, my beloved Monty became ill with cancer in 2008. His illness was short, but throughout it all, Mila was by his side -- as evidenced in this picture.
After Monty passed away, Mila became the Queen of the Household. And to this date, she is the ultimate Queen :D.
