It has been almost five months to the day since we lost our wee beloved Toast the Cat. And we have missed her terribly. I keep thinking I see her out of the corner of my eye, but alas no. It is a handbag on a table in a dimly lit room or the meow is the squeak of two latches creaking together in the wind.
Even as I go through my garden photos looking for just the right image to compliment an article, she’s there, on almost every page. I never realised just how many photos I took of her. Almost everyday I’d find her adorable in the garden and capture the moment.
So over these past few months I missed her presence, sleeping in the warmth of the spring greenhouse, using my freshly dug garden as a loo, and photo bombing me as I tried to get that perfect shot in the fading light. There was an emptiness in the garden. A hole that couldn’t be filled in with a wee seedling or a shovelful of rich compost.
This catless state couldn’t be allowed to go on. A good garden needs a cat. After much searching, yesterday we brought a wee bundle home to enrich our lives with her kitten craziness. Our family has expanded by one and Fennel is 8 and a half weeks old and a bundle of energy and has the sweetest meow and a very loud and satisfying purr.
For now, she is exploring her world indoors and making herself at home. I had forgotten just how energetic kittens could be – it has been 16 years since we last had one and it is a lot faster paced than a sedate elderly cat. Interestingly fingers dancing over a keyboard are too much of a temptation for a curious kitten not to join in with, so I have to type even faster to complete my work uninterrupted.
The big outside world of the garden is still a little bit scary for her, (I tried to show her the garden but she was a bit frightened and dug her claws into my shoulder) so over the next few weeks I’ll slowly invite her to spend some time hanging with me while I work, and teach her in the ways of the garden. The benefits of snoozing under the shade of the corn, chasing the birds out of the strawberries, dancing with butterflies and pouncing on the marigolds swaying in the breeze and sleeping in the warmth of the greenhouse – just like Toast used to do.
So join us over the summer and watch wee Fennel grow into a cat, and learn to love the garden, which I’m sure she will.
Come again soon – I will get gardening done, once I finish being distracted by oodles of cute.
Sarah the Gardener : o)