Do you know sometimes when you go on a night out and you end up bringing something home, like a ash tray, traffic cone? We did tonight. A kitten. Yes that is right, a kitten. Let me explain…. Tonight we though it may be nice to go and have a bit of a date night. So we got ready and headed to the Hyatt hotel which is beach side and sells beer. As the rest of the English went here the other we discovered that you can buy buckets of Casablanca at a reduced price. That was all the incentive I needed. 10 bottles of beer was 600dh which works out to be £48 in real money, give or take a bit. So we got there, had some drinks there was a DJ on and then a singer and it was a really lovely night, the first bit of a night out we have had since before the Beef was born so it was really nice.
On the way back at about 11pm we were walking along the promenade and out the corner of my eye i saw something running towards. My first reaction was that it was a rat or something but as it got closer it was a tiny kitten. To be honest it looked like he had a rough start to life. He look a bit skinny and his eyes looked odd. I sat on the floor with him for a bit and gave him a clap and he just sat on my lap and curled up into a ball. We looked around for his Mum but couldn’t see her, as we tried to walk away he just followed us and i got worried then thinking what if his Mum was unwell or had rejected him. So i sat back down and he climbed back on lap and went to sleep. Me and Lisa looked at each other and we knew what the other was thinking. So i picked him up wrapped him in my t-shirt and carried him to bring him back to the camper to try and look after him a bit and find out what to do with the poor little thing.
When we got back to the camper, Boris was not impressed and made that odd growling noise that angry cats make. We named the cat Mog and i had an old wicker basket and i popped my t-shirt in the box and a fresh blanket so he has somewhere cosy to sleep. We were going to leave him outside but worry that Boris may have eaten him so we popped him in his basket and placed at the top of the camper behind the curtain where the dry robes live. The cat didnt make a sound just slept so quiet and cosy. This is 2 cats that have wooed me now and like i have said before i am not particluarly a cat puerson. But Boris and Mog are 2 very very good cats….
Oh so sweet. I’ve heard somewhere that cats usually adopt their owners, not the other way round.