Princess Ruby's story.
In 2011 Robert and I were married for 40 years and had not decided what to do to celebrate. We were in Turkey in February and as always surrounded by cats as we sat outside in the warmth. One in particular was visiting and she stayed the whole week whilst I combed and combed her matted and dirty fur. We worried about her and in April when we returned we looked for her. We were leaving on the Sunday and on the Thursday she turned up. She had kept herself clean and was SO happy to see us, bedding down in a little wicker basket. Then I knew what I wanted for my Ruby wedding present- I wanted her.
Action stations! On Saturday we had arranged to get her to the vet and Karen was going to look after her for us. As it happened Ruby needed Karen as her stitches burst and Karen - in her usual hands on way- demanded the cat was seen to immediately whilst she stood by and supervised. Ruby then went to Karen's apartment then on to Bulgaria with another 20 cats with Karen and a friend and happily Ruby could be fast-tracked across Europe as all her injections etc were done.
I remember my last sighting of her frightened face when I told her, "This is the start of a long, long journey."
She arrived at the end of the year in a van with a big, shepherd cross called Peanut. We had decided to foster this dog for Karen as the adoptive couple weren't ready. The animals could come as far as Yorkshire so I organised a neighbour to go and pick them up for us as we were both working. Ruby arrived and never looked back. Everyone goes with Ruby's rules- no dog will pass her on the stairs as they get a click on the leg for passing by! She sleeps most nights on my head! She is aloof with the other 3 cats and SHE eats first. She LOVES people and purrs for most of the night.
Look out for Part 2 ... Toorki's (Peanut) story.