<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/MaisieMay15.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2583" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/MaisieMay15-300x225.jpg" alt="Maisie(May15)" width="300" height="225" /></a>It has been many months since our dear <a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/archives/2395" target="_blank">Murphy died</a> and the house has seemed empty without him. We've had cats ever since we were married (and before when we lived together in a farm cottage at college). We wanted to get over Murphy before taking on a new member of the family so we arranged to go to a local cat rehoming centre after our holiday.

As soon as we stepped through the gate we were surrounded by numerous cats of various colours and personalities. Although we had no specific requirements we wanted a friendly cat and possibly long-haired but there was just too much choice. Our legs were being head butted from all sides with little mews saying "take me! take me!" After several walks around cages and runs we eventually settled for "Glenda" (don't ask). After going through the formalities and paying a contribution for her jabs, chips and health checks we had our girl in the car and within a 20 minute journey Glenda transmogrified (that should be transmoggiefied) into Maisie.

So far she's proven to be a little nervous but we spent our first evening together with her settled on Jane's lap, purring and very happy (I think Jane was purring too).