Eleven years ago today I was in a mates bar in Spain with Sands when she got a call about a dead kitten and an injured kitten that had been found in a friends rental property. Off she went, and back she came with a badly injured Fleur (her rear right leg was shattered and the initial prognosis was amputation).
She is still a nervous little thing and keeps herself to herself as far as visitors are concerned, and she can be a right little madam with new cats initially, but she gets on with them all, and remains totally besotted with Moreno. They both sleep in the crook of my arm every night, but she does like to come under the duvet if you make a bridge with your legs!
Since she came to the UK she has become far more active and interactive and has lost her tummy. She spends her time between the Dressing Room, Bedroom and Office, with the occasional venture downstairs into the garden.