A CAT!

There have been a few times in my 43 years when I have thought it might be nice to have a cat for companionship. But it never takes long for me to come to my senses and realize that there just isn’t room in my life for a cat. And…. you know what people think…. that if a girl has a cat, she has definitely resigned herself to a long and lonely life collecting more and more cats, and then more and more plants, and lots of other things… but I won’t elaborate cuz I don’t want to offend anyone.

So, I have never had a cat, and it has been a long time since I have even had a plant. The biggest commitment I have been able to make is to lovely bunches of flowers, that demand nothing more than a couple of waterings, and then they are gone.

Until today.

I accepted to take a cat. His (her?) name is Willy. Our Chef de Mission and his family are leaving the country today, and nobody has expressed any interest in Willy. How could I say no?

After I had been left alone to think about this for a few moments, I ran after Philippe. Does the cat eat? Does it have a bed? What about the kitty litter?

Fortunately, I can leave the meal preparation to Evelyne. She takes very good care of me, so she will be great with the cat too I think. Altho at lunch she confessed that she knows no more than I do about cats, but she has a great attitude.

The bed – well, we’ll see if Willy shows interest in having one.

The kitty litter – again, fortunately for me, this is something the guards will take care of, with the sand and gravel from the road in front of the house.

But this is Friday, which means I am immediately thrust into a weekend alone with the cat. The guards are always around, but not Evelyne.

I am telling people that this is just a temporary thing, until I can find someone who really wants a cat.