Pussycat Pussycat, Where Have You Been?

I don't like animals, not really.

When I was growing up we had a number of them - chickens named Henny, Penny and Jenny and a rooster named Rodney. A goat named Sarah who chased me around so we had to get rid of her, then a replacement goat named Dean who got eaten by the dogs across the road. A dog named Spike (and you probably know the story about him). A boy bird named Mary. Calves named Jack and Daffy - they got sent to 'live better lives on a big farm' (really they got sent to be made into hamburgers). We've had sheep, til they were needed for a special occasion... like a wedding day lunch. Once we even had a friendly kunekune pig visit - it used to eat the soap at the outside tap.

And then there were the cats. Millie, Milo, Gilbert and Muffy. Poor, poor Muffy. Where did you go?

Anyway, the husband is a huge animal lover and since we've been married we've often talked about getting a pet but until now we haven't gotten around to it. Then the other day he was looking on TradeMe and found Mooloo. Who we renamed Lulu. Or Neeka. We haven't decided yet.

Here she is:

The Tiny Human loves her. At least that's what I figure from the way he hits her and pulls her fur. It's a good way to teach him how to use his 'gentle hands', right?

She came from a family of four boys and a baby girl but they couldn't keep her because they were moving to a place with a 'fierce ginger cat'. So we'll love her and feed her and put our hideous allergies second to her. She's kinda cute.