It was the weekend of AoNZ going into COVID lockdown that Meg and I had decided to go and get a cat for the home. We'd been talking about having a pet for a while, I'd like a tortoise but they're so expensive here. Maybe some fish, but I would want a full aquarium and that was also an expensive set up. I'm not allowed to have a dog in this house, one of only two rules the owners have, fair enough. So up to the Mt Vic SPCA we tootled. "I want an older cat", I said to Meg as we wandered in. There were only three older cats, and I immediately liked the quiet ginger one. We popped to the office, signed the forms, paid the money, got the feed, and we were driving away with a ginger cat in a box. Meg and I renamed her Gladys just seconds before she took up a safe position under the bath for the next few days. She ran away, she fell from the mezzanine, she leapt off the deck, and she ran away again. She was all over Meg but was definitely wary of me and hadn't...