Home Is Where The Cat Is

York gallery owner Lotte Inch paints a picture of life with her cat Saffie.

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I will never forget the day that little Saffie (Saffie-Cat, the Safster) joined our family. After a less than calm journey back from Pontefract during which our tiny kitten escaped from her carrier and clambered around the car, it was a relief to arrive home.

For a while, Saffie and I both just sat, contemplating each other, her watching cautiously from half-closed eyelids, me wondering if this had been a good idea after all. She was so little. And I’d never owned a cat before. She quickly started purring though and promptly fell asleep.

Later that day as I came home with mountains of cat food, I was welcomed back by this tiny little creature, so obviously happy to have company again and running straight towards me with glee. It was at this point that I became a crazy cat lady and any doubts I’d felt about bringing this fragile thing into our home vanished in an instant. I just had to persuade my other half now.