New drawers

 . . . or as close to it as we will get. Peter came in this afternoon with Irene. She had brought back the drawer that collapsed. It was mended. He did it. So. . . . I asked him to mend the rest of them. And HE DID IT.

 The order of the contents has changed but the important things . . . the folders used for adoptions. . . are in the middle drawer.

Talking of which. . . . Angel was adopted yesterday. I hope it was to the bloke who rang three times on Wednesday to tell me that he was coming to get Angel on Saturday.  

 I was showing visitors around and when I introduced her to Rory. He was hiding in his bed box. I looked under his rug and saw that his claw was caught in a plastic ball with holes. I took Rory to Tim . . the man with the magic cat hands. Eventually we realised that Rory's finger pad was caught, swollen, in one of the holes of the ball. I fetched a hammer. Tim with gentle taps flattened the ball and Rory's finger pad was released. 

Rory

He really seems to be the cat to whom bad things happen. Despite that, he is a sweetie.

All the hard balls with small holes were discarded.

A visitor this afternoon fell in love with Cheese. She comes frequently. Perhaps this will stick.

Cheese

 And there was telephone discussion about Cullen, the 17year old ragdoll on Better Row. I discovered that his coat is badly matted towards his rear. He may not be an easy adoption.

Cullen

And for my last C of the week: Charlotte has moved into Tilly's condo. I "groomed" the North Pole scratchy pole for her because we don't seem to have a surplus of them at the moment.

 

Charlotte is not impressed