Neville went back to his regular foster-home on Friday. I will miss him, but then I tend to miss any cat who is with me for more than a few hours. He is a sweet-natured fellow, at least with people. I had to put him in the bathroom at one point, in order to vacuum the library, where he was staying, and, as I was carrying him back, he caught sight of Renn. This produced gentle hisses.
Neville will be returning in about a fortnight. His foster-guardian must travel again and will drop him off here for a week. During that time, I will let him out of the library, and have him meet the others – under strict supervision, of course. I don’t want to keep him in one room for as long as seven days. We will see how things go.
His foster-guardian arrived to collect Neville Friday evening, bringing Snowy with her. Snowy is a happy little poodle, fifteen years old, pampered and well-loved. He lives with the cats in their foster-home and, as is often the case in feline / canine relations, no cat dislikes him. He is in fact very good friends with a couple of them. Snowy is growing deaf, but is still spry – so much so that he barely sat still enough for a photograph - and loves people. He had just had a professional washing so, aside from being thirsty, wanted to roll about a bit to get back his dog-smell.
This isn’t the first time a dog has visited the cosy apartment. My beasts usually watch the newcomer with great curiosity, but evince no animosity. Like most cats, they would probably find a canine roommate to be little trouble, certainly much less than a new cat. (And no, I won’t be getting a dog; the apartment building’s rules forbid it. Besides, with me being gone all day working, it wouldn’t be fair on the dog. That is, I believe, why I chose a cat in the first place, ‘way back when…)