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A new addition to the family.

Tuesday 08/12/15

Debby Faulkner-Stevens

Three weeks ago, we made the somewhat fraught and convoluted journey– thanks to a rather malicious Sat Nav – to Nottingham and came home  with a small, pale golden creature in the back of my Jeep. After months of subtle cajoling and numerous ‘Ooh, look at this ...’ internet searches by my husband, I finally gave in and agreed that we could start looking for a Devon Rex cat who needed rehoming.


We had a much loved and amazingly characterful Rex for many years, rehomed via the RSPCA. He died at the age of twenty one which I gather is quite remarkable for the breed. They are not really cat like, more a dog in cat’s clothing, and my husband missed him dreadfully. Uther was a minor legend, loved by everyone and caricatured endlessly by myself – it was easy – Rexes are unusual looking cats to say the least. I didn’t think it would be an easy task to  locate a cat for rehoming as they are quite rare and there are few breeders. Moggies a plenty are out there looking for homes and over the years we have had our fair share, but a Rex is a different proposition – or so I thought! How wrong can you be. One email later, and Alan had been put in touch with Andy in Nottingham who had a seven year old pale golden male who seemed very unhappy in his current home despite lots of love and patience, and it was with great reluctance that Andy was seeking a new and sympathetic owner for his beloved Makhulu.
I knew I stood no chance in all this. Alan and Andy had had a long Rex related discussion on the phone forming an instant bond, and it was obvious we were on our way to getting a new cat. My greatest reservation was how Quigley, our fifteen year old boy, was going to take to a lively and mischievous upstart. Quigley is a big black and white gentle giant and really a farm cat at heart , content with a comfy sofa and the occasional cuddle on his terms, but happiest out in the garden under his favourite tree. Rexes are, without exception, cheeky, naughty, sociable, lively, vocal and all over you like a rash.
And so, here we are nearly four weeks later. Makhulu had his paws under the table instantly. There was some wailing and howling when the boys met in the kitchen, but that has settled down now and while it’s obvious The Rex wants to be the bestest of friends with Quigley, Quigley just gives him a Look and makes himself scarce in the conservatory: a tactic he employs when the grandchildren are here.
Early days. I remember one particular rehoming when we had one cat upstairs with dirt box and food, and another cat and similar  accessories downstairs for the best part of three months until there was a meeting on the landing in the early hours of the morning. A fearsome battle ensued and then all was peace. Compared to that, this is a breeze!
I had forgotten just how it feels to be Rexed – to anyone who has ever had dealings with the breed, ‘To be Rexed’ needs no explanation. He is a permanent fixture in my studio during the day, helps Alan in the office first thing in the morning by trying to type emails for him, and liberally distributes whiskery kisses to all. The grandchildren love him and it appears mutual. Alan found Izabella reading cat stories to him the other day and she  has nicknamed him Little Whiskers – (Rexes have tiny stubs of whiskers, Quigley has a magnificent set!)
When things have been knocked off the shelves and there have been some dirt box ‘misses’, we have come up with a few names for him ourselves .......
Watch this space.

 
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