In my previous post I was talking about Malibu and Ollie and how I promised to tell the story between the two. So I keep my promise and share their story.

People who followed me before, on my first account, may still recognize the name: Malibu. A pussy that you literally have to tackle with gloves. This was the case for me for some time. When I first met her, she didn't trust me. She wasn't accustomed to people, and the handful of people she knew also included someone who has shamed her trust. My husband had her before I got there. His ex probably hasn't been good for Malibu. I saw this in how she reacted to me; she pulled out. blew at me and growled. Her eyes were full of uncertainty and anxiety. This stayed for a while until I decided to move in with my husband at some point. When the paperwork was around the congregation, she started to change. It must have been a coincidence, but very beautiful. Bit by little, confidence increased. She allowed me to pet her occasionally and even climbed her. My husband and his family were perplexed, she had never done this before. I decided to stay careful because trust needs to grow and that needs time.

At one point we moved. We lived pretty small, similar to a studio, and needed something bigger. It was stressful, but Malibu was so grateful to us. One of the first things she did was roll across the ground, being happy with all the space she had suddenly. She flourished completely in a few months, she changed in a positive sense. Her uncertainty was getting less, she became more relaxed and allowed a little more. Then, at some point, the realization that we wouldn't always stay in this house. The location wasn't optimal, the layout was neither and the building was poorly maintained, old and we paid blue to gas/energy. Given the miserable housing market and many requirements, buying wasn't an option. If we wanted to make more money, I would have to work more. Malibu would be more alone at home and my husband and I started to realize that she seemed to be longing for a buddy. Someone she could share the space with. Months passed, we wanted to make an informed decision and not just do anything.

Then we saw another cat passing by on Facebook that had ended up in the animal shelter. It's a turtle cat. My husband and I decided to watch the day after Christmas. Apparently a lot of animals come back to the shelter after Christmas, because they are given away as a gift and some people don't appreciate such a gift. Once there it turned out it wouldn't be with that cat. First, people would come to look for her and there was a chance they would adopt her. Secondly, she was placed apart from the rest, she didn't seem to be able to get along with the others. We were allowed to come and see the others if we wanted to. Even though I was a bit disappointed about the fact that the turtle was not going to be it, it seemed nice to watch the other cats as well. There were a few. Most of them were already said to people. What struck me was that they were mostly adult cats and often a little older. I was sorry that they stayed in particular. In my opinion, adult cats are at least as fun as kittens.

Then my husband noticed that a cat had sat down with us. He had been tucked away in one of the boxes for a while. It was white, had black earphones, a black tail and beautiful prying eyes. He seemed to have some doubts, what insecure. Slowly he got closer. We caught him and he started making some kind of kneading movement with his paws. He just kept walking around us, giving cups, spinning hard and it was as if he begged to be taken with him. There was an asylum worker who noticed that the cat was not even in the system yet, and so no one was in favour of it. My husband and I looked at each other. Would this be a good buddy for Malibu?? After that, we agreed unanimously. This sweetheart has to come with us, it just had to be. According to the shelter, his name was Oliver Twist. I baptized this to Ollie pretty quickly. A name he certainly seemed to appreciate. My husband was going to handle the paperwork and in the meantime I rushed to the nearest pet store to get some extra stuff in the house; an extra litter box, an extra food tray and a bag of the kind of grit they used there. When I came back, Ollie was princely sitting his new travel basket. He had gone into it without a blow or punch, on his own. In the car, he didn't shrinkage either. He seemed impressed with everything, but didn't shout all together. Something Malibu does when she needs to be in the travel basket.

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