Molly and the Cat Cafe

‘It didn’t really feel brilliant at the time, but Rob seemed to find it hilarious.’

We sat side by side, intermittently washing and comparing experiences of life with Rob and his dogs.

‘So where do you think I should go then, to find a new owner?’ I asked at last. ‘I don’t want to stay around here.’ The thought of Rob finding me and taking me back to his house or, even worse, calling David to come and get me did not bear thinking about.

Nancy lifted her chin and looked around thoughtfully.

‘I suppose the best thing might be to head for town. I think it’s just a few miles that way.’ She jerked her head in the direction of the main road which ran alongside the playground. ‘There will be plenty of potential owners there, I’m sure of it. Although maybe you should spend a few days with me, before you set off,’ she added. ‘I can give you a few pointers. You don’t strike me as a cat who’s had to fend for herself before.’

I had to concede that she was right, and I gratefully accepted her offer.

Over the next few days I stuck close to Nancy as she shared her survival tips, such as how to sneak in through cat flaps to steal other cats’ food, and how to scavenge from dustbins. She showed me how to find overnight shelter, and how to cross busy roads safely. I eagerly absorbed everything she told me, secretly hoping I wouldn’t ever be called upon to use these skills.

She also taught me what she called her feline–human management strategy. It had never occurred to me to have a strategy in my relations with humans – to me, it was a straightforward case of find an owner you love and hope they love you back.

‘Humans always think they know what they want,’ Nancy explained, ‘but they don’t always know what they need. That’s where a cat comes in. You can be the one to show them.’

I wasn’t sure I understood what she meant, but I nodded eagerly nonetheless.

At last Nancy seemed satisfied that I was capable of surviving on my wits alone, and we set off early one morning for the playground at the edge of the estate.

‘Town’s that way,’ she said, looking north along the main road. ‘Stick to the hedgerows. There should be plenty of wildlife in there to keep you going, and farms along the way. And don’t cross this road unless you absolutely have to,’ she added with a look of sincere concern.

I nodded.

‘You know you can always come back, if things don’t work out. I’ll be here. I’m sure we could find you a home, or six.’

Her offer touched me, and for the first time I felt a twinge of disquiet about what lay ahead. Was I doing the right thing? I wondered. I may not have found an owner, but I had found a friend. Was I crazy to be leaving Nancy behind and setting out for an uncertain future in some unknown town?

As if she’d read my mind Nancy said, ‘You’ll be fine, I know it. You’ve been trained by the best, after all.’

She blinked at me and then leant forward. We touched noses briefly, a fleeting gesture that we both knew meant goodbye.

‘Well, go on then – off you go!’ she said, feigning impatience.

‘Thank you,’ I stuttered. Feeling my eyes start to prickle, I turned away. I slipped under the playground gate and across the grassy verge to the hedgerow that ran parallel to the road. I turned and looked at Nancy, who was watching me intently, her tail erect in salutation. I lifted my tail to mirror her posture, before turning to face the track ahead of me, ready to take my first steps as an independent cat.

8

Heeding Nancy’s words, I stayed close to the hedgerow that bordered the road, keeping well clear of the cars that roared past. Before long, Rob’s housing estate had disappeared behind a dip in the road and I was in open countryside.

My days quickly developed a rhythm. I hunted at dawn and dusk, walked during the daylight hours and found shelter overnight in the hedgerows and stone walls that criss-crossed the adjacent fields. My paw pads were soon sore from the constant walking, my legs ached, and I felt permanently exhausted. Having always considered washing to be an aid to meditation as much as a physical necessity, it was a shock to realize that a thorough top-to-toe wash was now a daily essential to remove the mud and burrs my fur had picked up. I was surprised, however, to find that I slept better in the open air than I ever had in Rob’s house. In spite of being exposed to the elements, my physical exertion meant that I slept deeply and soundly, from the moment I closed my eyes, until the sound of the dawn birdsong woke me.