I’ve by no means preferred cats. For all the standard causes: too aloof, received’t fetch sticks, can’t get them organized about. However as a younger household residing on a small block in North Fitzroy, the get-a-pet strain was too robust. So we obtained a kitten. Pearl. Woman Pearl Lollipop Gray, to be precise.
Sarcastically, it was in all probability my very own aloofness that made me Pearl’s favorite. Quickly I discovered the little hairball following me about, taking me hostage on the sofa by curling up in my lap. In the meantime, she hardly ever confirmed curiosity in anybody else (besides a bitey form of brotherhood with our five-year-old boy).
So, the feline was starting to show me. However two separate incidents actually cemented the deal.
First, I obtained dwelling from work sooner or later to seek out Pearl perched on the veranda, playfully batting round what a small lizard. It’s one thing that rankles me about cats – I understand how damaging they are often to native species. Solely it wasn’t a lizard. It was a “child” tiger snake, solely about 30cm lengthy. After some gentle panic, loads of cursing and a sequence of fruitless telephone calls to authorities, I grabbed a field and plonked it on prime of the snake. Later, a mate and I fastidiously slid a bit of card beneath the field and launched the factor down by the native creek. Pearl, fortunately, remained unscathed.