Hello, all you cats and their hoomins

<blush>

I'm shy.  I'll try to tell you my story because now I am just so happy.
Soooo happy.
This is what happened.    Somehow I lost my hoomins and my home and I became
very frightened because I was only a teenager and I didn't know what to do.
I wandered around trying to find my home, but I couldn't find it anywhere.
It was winter and I was hungry and cold when I went into one particular
large garden then I saw a little old tuxedo girlkitty strolling down the
path.
She didn't seem all that pleased to see me either.  She growled at me, so I
sat down and tried to make myself look pleasant.  "I've lost my home" I told
her.  "That's just too bad" she replied "this one is Mine, all Mine.  It
took me 7 years to get inside, had to wait until all the dogs went to RB so
clear off, youngun."
I cleared off.   I saw her again a couple of days later with a collared dove
in her mouth.  "Oh, please teach me to hunt"  I begged.  "I'm so hungry and
I don't seem to be any good at it."
She looked at me suspiciously, then her expression changed.  "You're just a
lad, aren't you?" she asked.  "Yes"  I said, snivelling.  "OK, then, watch
me, but you aren't ever coming in the house, you know, but I'll teach you
how to fend for yourself.."

I followed Kitty everywhere.  I did everything she did.  If she sat down, I
sat down, at a respectful distance, of course, and when she got up, so did
I.

I felt a bit envious, because she was allowed into the house, but I was too
scared to even go near it,
until one day, it was so cold, that I crept into the conservatory at the
dead of night, through a broken pane.  There was a box and blanket in there
and I slept really well.  Too well because I was still asleep when the back
door opened and a hoomin came out.  Aaaargh.  I woke up and darted away
through the window.  Phew.

It was so comfy to sleep there that I returned every night.  Still not very
good at hunting, and I became rather thin and the hoomin noticed.  Before
that, I think she thought I was someone else's cat, wandering at leisure,
especially as I still had my whatnots, you know, kitten making things.
So she began to put food in the conservatory for me.  I fell upon it because
I was absolutely starving.  I still didn't trust her. Add to that, that
Kitty boxed my ears if she thought I had  ideas on her hard-won home, and
you'll understand why I sneaked around.

The hoomin advertised me as found on the local radio, but apparently no-one
cared enough to say I was theirs.  I wanted this home, so sometimes I used
to sneak into the kitchen if the door was open and no-one was there and eat
Kitty Farmcat's food, which was often nicer than mine.

I'll cut a long story short now.  I learned to trust the hoomin, she is now
my meowmie (even though she took me to TED's in June, and I woke up with
some bits missing) I know she cares about me.  Actually, because I am such a
good natured chap, I think she's rather smitten with me.
I'm so happy now that I have my onetruehome.  (I could have died..)
<dramatics>

love from
Boyfriend
(which isn't really my name, but meowmie doesn't understand when I try to
tell her what it is)