I did ring up about Sandi maybe 2/3 months ago and I had a nice chat with one of the helpers about him.
She expressed shock that I lived in Sheffield and was interested in one of their cats. In England it is strange to travel 50 miles to see/adopt a cat. Well, No stranger than having 6 cats..opps 7 cats
But I explained that although I was interested , it was near nill that my partner would want yet another cat (OK I was wrong here)
Then just before we went on holiday Steve said we could go and look at Sandi, when we returned.
So this morning we just drove 53 miles into the country to find the set of 10 outside pens, where Sandi has been living for the past year.
When we drove up to the farm/cat shelter the shelter lady Sarah asked if she could help us.
When I said we were here looking for a cat, she explained they had rehomed a lot of cats recently and was there a particular cat we were interested in.
I said 'Sandi'
She choked and squeeked 'Sandi, you are not from Sheffield.'
'Yes' we confirmed.
I found her very honest in her introduction of Sandi. She also cared about him too. When he slapped me, she told him off, told him that behaviour was the reason he was still in the shelter and when he was being cute and playfull, she said remember he needs a lot of work. That he wouldn't be an easy cat to care for.
When we said we wanted him, they offered to waifer the adoption fees, as he is their longest stayer but we paid anyway, it is a charity after all.
When shelter lady picked him up to put him in the catcase, she held him for a minute and kissed the back of his head. She told him to behave and wished us all the luck.
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