Peanut
Honestly, I don’t know how it happened. These things just creep up on me before I’ve even noticed. Yesterday, this happened to me:
A little while ago (between foster greyhounds) I talked to a lovely lady called M about kittens. Yesterday, completely out of the blue, I received a text: ‘are you still looking for a kitten?’ Well, as soon as we’d chatted, and she said she’d got a little white kitten who had been rescued after her previous owner tried to drown her and who needed a loving home, a family conference ensued with the end result just about certain. A trip up to Cavan later, and we’re the proud owners of the newly-named ‘Peanut’. I’m not sure how she got to be Peanut either, but the boys like it.
Peanut has the loudest meow (how she manages this with such a small body foxes us), a rumbly purr and a penchant for sitting on the Sky box. She has little grey smudges on her head and a couple of what look like grubby grey fingerprints on her body but the rest of her is all silky white. B, looking down from her heavenly kennel, would not be impressed.
