When Fae died, I decided not to take on any more cats until we’d moved away from here - away from that road. I fully intended to stick to my decision, but as usually happens, someone else came along.

I did not go looking for her, I did not ask for her - Krystal was a gift, given to me to help ease the pain from losing Fae.

A few days after Fae died, I went to visit the family who had found her on the road. We have become good friends. The same boy who had clumsily told me of Fae’s death came out of his bedroom, clutching a nest of tiny kittens. He said one was for me, that I had to choose which one I wanted to take home a few weeks later. I chose Krystal.

Krystal moved in less than a week ago. She is settling in well. But, there is sad news already. Yesterday morning, Krystal’s mother was spayed, sadly she did not survive the anaesthetic.

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