Hector Has a New Home

Hector will be staying in his new home. His adoption has not yet been finalised, but it will be.

He made rapid progress with the resident cat, progressing from hissing at a distance, to eating within sight, to lying in the same room, to playing together. The last was what I was waiting for. An adequate home for the little Turk would have been one in which he was loved and cared for; a happy home was one in which he had a feline friend and playmate. He and his new pal chase each other, and wrestle over who gets a string-toy.

Hec was with me for almost seventeen months, and, to be honest, I didn’t think he would be adopted, being a black cat and having very little interest in him during his time with me. That made me settle into a frame of mind that told me he would be in the Cosy Apartment forever; having that change, relatively suddenly, is a bit of a wrench.

But he is in a loving home, with a young family and a friend his age with whom he will grow old. He and his chum have many years of action together, and when they are too weak and arthritic for that, they will lie together in comfort and companionship. I can’t ask for better than this for my friend. Things are quieter here, and less hectic. That they are not completely calm and peaceful is due to the fact that he taught his little grey and white protégé well.

Hector made his mark, and will again.