It's Minty, not bah humbug.

There's never enough cats, so we got another one. Ladies and Gentlemen (and all other genders obviously) meet MINTY!

I'm happy, honestly.

We travelled over to Rhyl to meet her, packing many cat treats for the many cats that we were to encounter, and a carry case, on the off chance that we would be coming home with her.

Cheryl and Jade are lovely people, and totally dote on their various cats and dogs, and Indy the man hating parrot, who started to shriek at me the second I said hello to him. Some parrots just want to watch the world burn. We were assailed by tiny grey kitten that demanded fuss, by their dear three legged cat, and then a little black and white ball of fuzz was bought over to meet us. The ball unfurled to reveal possibly one of the smallest, saddest looking adult cats I have ever seen. It made my heart cry a little bit to see how minute she was. She  is about the size of a nine month old kitten. She is three. She came over for some meaty treaties, and calmly and politely devoured them. She then scuttled away and hid under a table, watching warily with those achingly sad eyes. She was very very shy, and a bit jumpy, but clearly curious. Eventually she pottered over and had a fuss and climbed on us a bit. The humans sat around and chatted for a bit, watching various cats slink about, and admiring the new secured garden, upon opening the window to the garden a tsunami of cats flooded in. Big ones, small ones, ginger ones, calicos, black cats. Cats cats cats! Cat heaven! They mobbed the hell out of us for treats and fusses, and even put on a gladiatorial exhibition for us. A sea of twirling happy fur washed about our ankles, chirruping and meowing.
Eventually it came time to leave, and we decided that minty really needed to come home with us.
It was quite emotional for Cheryl and Jade, both of whom had something in their eyes. They've put a lot of love into this cat. There is something special about her.

I dribble.

She fell asleep with her head in my hand on the way home, and dribbled on it.

She is really really small, I shall measure her at some point. She weighs virtually nothing, and has extremely short legs and very big ears. She also has massive paws. Prevailing thought is that she has been seriously malnourished since an early age, and it has stunted her growth.

If you look at her from behind, the black markings on her legs form a little heart.

Her eyes look sad because she has had a prior infection that has left them droopy. She is also recovering from keratitis, but is mending well.

When she was spayed, the vet found her uterus was really big, indicating she had several litters of kittens, and when she was rescued she still had big nipples from feeding the little ones.

Someone out there has been a shit human to this cat. I'm glad I don't work for the RSPCA or cats protection, because arson and being all stabbity is frowned upon.

She's settling in well, and does love laps, which is awesome. The others have reacted with varying degrees of interest. 

Winter keeps trying to play with her, but for once is being good and backing off when she gets scared.

Shoe just hisses and growls. To be fair she does that to all the others anyway.

PC varies between staring like a fuzzy owl, and doing an impression of a theramin. She is a weirdo.

Splatto is just breezing about like a wafty tube cat, occasionally doing the parroty curious neck thing, but being pretty chill.

In other news, the broken boiler is fixed, so now our house won't smell like an oil refinery anymore. This pleases us. Winter had been checking to see if the radiators work. apparently they do, because he stayed close to one for so long that his bones melted, and he became cat rope.

Go on without me, I'll be fine!

If you want to follow Minty and her sad eyed musings (mewsings?) she has a facebook page. She insisted she needed one, I don't know why, as she can't read.

Minty's page.