I felt like I had won the lottery when I was contacted a month after my first go as a cat-sitter, asking if I was able to look after another cat - still in my area but in the opposite direction to the trio of fur. I said yes at once: four days, one cat? Let the purring begin.
And then I met her. Oh my god. Clarice, Cleo and Willow were lovely cats (and Willow still has a special place in my heart) but they were all pretty huge. Extremely well fed, and just generally big domestic cats.
Bella was tiny.
Barely a year old with a face flatter than a frying pan, I struggled not to laugh with delight the first time I met her. She was so precious. And she loved to be stroked. And play with toys. Her favourite was this bright orange ribbon:
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| Those eyes. |
I can't even caption the other photos, they sort of just speak for themselves. Although I will say that getting a new phone seemed to have improved my photography skills.
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| She looks tall but she is small. |
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| *contemplates the meaning of life* |
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| She was chasing a laser pointer. |
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| Cutie over here |
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