Another cat?

A friend of my Mum, who really didn't like cats, "over my dead body"-not like cats, had to take care of one. And once she got it, she didn't stop talking about it. It was kitty did that, and how cozy it was to have a furry companion, and they had breakfast together, and cat brought mice, and woke her up in the morning but she didn't care, and they were "talking" to each other.

And I loved hearing about it. Mum's friend is old, and I know it was good for her. Having somebody to care for, and to take an interest in.

Then I got an email about the cat being run over. Oh dear!

It's always difficult to know what to say to somebody who's grieving. And it's not the same as people, I know, but still. It's a big loss.

But I tried. I sent links to homeless cat homes. I know she got a letter from the vets (the cat was chipped) suggesting she might take on another cat. And so far she's declined. Another cat is not an option.

Until maybe today. She emailed me saying she saw an ad in the paper, about a homeless older cat who needed a new home. Which means she's thinking about it! One step at a time.