“I hate the noise saucepans make,” Victoria told the cat. “People always know you’re at home when they hear the saucepans clanging about in the kitchen.”
The cat stared up at her.
“You don’t say much, do you?” she said.
Later she went out to the Spar and bought two tins of catfood.
“We’ll try you on this,” she said. “But if you get expensive, off you go.” After the cat had eaten and licked around its face a bit, she picked it up and took it to the back door. “And out you go at night,” she said.
The cat miaowed at the door until she let it back in.
Originally blogged April 17 2015, as “victoria adopts”. The cat didn’t make it into the book, probably a good thing because the end I had planned for it was unhappy.