If you’re a regular listener to Jules and Sarah the podcast, you’ll know how enriched your life is by it. You’ll also know that I have mice. Not personally, more in the house, where I live, so now they are kind of mine. Jules has taken to calling all of them Stuart Little and now I have as well. This is partly to fool myself into thinking there’s only one but also to laugh about it rather than thinking what they might or might not have crawled over. Stuart has become very cheeky. He’s been trotting through at all times of the day or night and watched I’m a Celeb with us the other night. Something has got to be done.
Several people, including my mother June, have said getting a cat is the only way. Someone else said the smell of a cat alone is enough but it seems odd to ask to borrow people’s cats so I’ve decided to get one. (An aside: June says cats frighten mice so much they actually have smaller litters which I love as a fact.)
I am quite picky though about the sort of cat I want.I don’t want a young lively one that will jump over the wall or will claw the sofa or chew up a cushion. But then I don’t want one that can’t be bothered to catch a mouse. I don’t really want one that’s going to moult everywhere. I want an old fat cat that will love me and catch Stuart and not run off.
The only place to get a good old fat cat is Battersea, in fact it’s the best place to get any cat from and the dogs are quite gorgeous as well. While we were there we saw one tiny little white dog who had just arrived and was trembling in his bed. I nearly smuggled him out in my Matt + Nat backpack.
Battersea Dogs and Cats Home do the most amazing work. They rehome and look after dogs and cats that are abandoned or brought in. They have a surgery and a dentist and rehab dogs who have been mistreated. The lovely Jane showed us round and I asked her how she doesn’t take them all home. She says it’s hard but sometimes they have them in the office, which sounds incredible.
We went up to the cattery and fell in love with about 18 kittens. One was Stuart. Stuart was found on a building site and he was stuck in a load of industrial glue, which means some of his fur is missing. He was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.
I spoke to Rosa who was very sweet and asked questions about where I live and what I was looking for. I said “old and fat and happy for cuddle”s and she went to see if they had anyone who might be good. I met two lovely cats, Tom and Silky. Tom was a gorgeous old ginger cat but he was a bit dribbly and very hairy. Silky was also divine but had litter tray issues so unfortunately neither of them was quite right. Obviously this made me feel like some horrid witch woman dismissing lovely cats but Rosa said unless you’re absolutely sure, you just shouldn’t do it. She explained that much as they’ve got to be the right cat for you, you’ve got to be right for them otherwise everyone gets stressed, which is such good advice. So I have filled in a form, left all my details with them and I’m waiting for “a match,” like cat tinder.
In the meantime, I’m leaving peppermint oil everywhere for Stuart Little (apparently they hate mint) and making a pinterest board of novelty cat beds. I also can’t stop thinking about Stuart the kitten.
If you’ve got a Stuart Little or want to get a cat, have a look at the rehoming gallery (like asos but with kittens) or call Battersea on 0843 509 4444 and someone lovely will help you.