Last week when the temperatures here dropped well below freezing, we brought our last, lonely and aged (9) girl to live in the kitchen. She's been amazing. After a couple of days of being under our feet and skidding around on the hardwood floor we've got used to each other.
The five cats don't trouble her, she lines up with them at breakfast. She spends most of her time snoozing in front of the wood burner and chats to me, especially when she wants another log chucking in.
Being at home with her helps a lot, but I leave her alone when I go shopping. I often come back to find her napping with a cat. At night she sleeps in a huge cat basket with a towel over the top, like a giant budgie.
Provided I keep a box of tissues and cleaning spray handy for the inevitable poo, the only mess is her chucking her food around a bit.
I am pleasantly surprised, but I think her age and me now being retired and at home makes a big difference. Hardwood flooring is also a must.
