Number 3 - Inky AKA Pooky or Pooks or Doggy

Inky is the sweetest funniest kittie I have ever met. She is number 3 and the one who wasn't meant to happen but did. Her story is a sad one. I found her one day when I was out at work (I am a medical rep and do a lot of driving). It was pouring with rain and I was driving along a small country lane. There was a plastic bag in the road in front of me blowing about in the wind. I could see there was something in the bag but didn't know what. I didn't really want to get out of the car and have a look because I had my high heels on and I knew I was going to get soaked but something told me I needed to look at the contents of that bag.

What I discovered inside was a tiny black kitten, a bit bedraggled but seemingly otherwise ok. I couldn't believe it, who would do such a thing?! I put her in the car on the back seat and drove to the nearest village shop to source a cardboard box. I was about an hour away from home and knew I needed to find something to contain her while I drove. I put her in the cardboard box and hoped she would settle down but she was determined to get my attention and escaped soon after we set off for home. She eventually settled on my lap and stayed there all the way home.

I had phoned ahead to let Stu know what had happened and he had arranged an appointment at the vets to get her checked out. We had 30 minutes at home before the appointment and during this time we decided we would keep her.

Once we got to the vets they said we couldn't keep her and that she would have to go to the RSPCA in case the owner came forward. I pointed out that I had found her over an hour away and that the owner was very unlikely to come forward after what they had done but they insisted that it was protocol. They took her to be checked over and, thankfully, she was fine. No fleas and a healthy weight. I was devastated at the thought of not being able to take her home as she had been through so much already and I was already attached to her. They said we would have first dibs on her if no-one came forward but that wasn't good enough for me. I wanted to take her home and make a fuss of her. Eventually one of the nurses said she would fight our cause for us as we had 2 other cats registered at the practice and they knew they were well looked after. About 30 minutes later she brought Inky out and said we could take her home. That was the worst 3o minutes in a long time!

She is roughly 11 months now and is the funniest little character. She loves Rosie and loves to sit on him and be washed. She loves chasing sweet wrappers and grrrrrs when anyone goes near her when she has one. She likes to jump in the air and loves playing fetch and so has earned the nickname "Doggy". She miaows for her breakfast in the morning and then ignores it when you put it down. Most of all, she loves drinking water out of a cup and doesn't really understand the whole bowl idea.