I am told a few years ago (maybe 5 or 6), a couple from up the road had a cat. A little black cat. Now this cat had her sister a small tabby, sadly the little sister was hit by a car. She died. Now this little cat had no friends and she was full of kittens. She eventually had the kittens, all 4 of them and was a happy family for a few weeks.Till one day, the family up and left, taking her kittens with them.
She was alone in the world, and no one would let her in her home, it was snowing and cold, and generally not nice for a small cat. She wandered down the road and found some people who knew what had happened. At first they let her stay in the shed. They gave her a hot water bottle and a basket at night, and breakfast in the morning. But still no one came for her. On Christmas Eve, with no one coming back top collect her, my people decided that she wasn’t going to stay in the shed any longer.
She was given a name, a nice warm home, friends and a family.
Meet Inky the Christmas kitten.
(I am told she used to like getting in bags when she first came to the family)
Now I know her back story is sad and all but Inky I can tell you is a little Madam! After having the kittens she got a big belly and it hasn’t left her, so she wobbles as she walks. She gets a grump on easily and can be really jealous of other cats, but not of me! (Is that good or bad? I don’t know to be honest) and she steals other peoples food; including mine (which is mean).
She likes a conversation with my people, she will sit next to them and meow and meow as they say nice things to her. She likes to poke people with her foot. Especially in the face!
I like Inky because she is funny but she doesn’t seem to like me!
(Note from Human)
Inky is a great cat, if you have ever read the book A Christmas Kitten by Vivienne French (as my sisters and I did as children), she so just reminded us of her.
We do love you Inky, and you can stay here forever.