It’s a year today since I got our cat.  I have never owned a cat before – a dog yes but a cat no.  It was a spur of the moment thing, well as much as you can get a cat on the spur of the moment with all the checks the animal rescue people do.  But it was one of those moments when I just couldn’t shake off the idea and I am a greater believer in listening to your instincts/heart over your brain.  Anyway here we are one year on and none of us can imagine not having Maisie living with us.

My sons (19 and 21) were sceptical about a cat.  Cats are boring, why can’t we have a dog.  However one year on they are completely besotted.  I suspect part of the reason is Maisie’s character.  She is opinionated, out spoken, independent and loving – on her terms only – bit like her owner.  I have never come across such a vocal cat but I am told that Tabby cats are often quite talkative.

She thanks you for opening the door, she  rants around the house when she is grounded for tormenting mice, she has a strange deep growl like noise that she makes when she is hurtling round have a funny five minutes.  She hides behind doors and chairs and leaps out at you saying – ha ha got you.  She is quite mad.

She isn’t a cuddly cat, she won’t sit on your lap.  The most you get is her sitting on the back of the sofa behind you head butting you or she will give you a wash in the morning.  She will spend hours playing chase in the garden with the boys after some bit of stick or up and down the stairs chasing a ball – I often wonder if she thinks she is a dog.

She is also a very successful hunter not something I am too keen on but I suppose it is in her nature and having been abandoned with kittens I presume her instincts were brought to the fore.  Although she has had kittens the vet thought she was only about 2 when we got her and there is definitely a kittenish quality  about her still.

My biggest relief is that she doesn’t rise with the sun anymore as she did last summer and I don’t get woken at stupid times.  She sleeps on my bed on her own blanket – the only time she will sleep on the blanket and despite the odd midnight wander to look out of the window she doesn’t get up until she hears me click the alarm clock off.  Fantastic.

We dont know when she was born so the 23rd June is now her birthday.

We love her dearly and I am so glad that this time last year I didn’t let my sensible rationale head overrule my heart.