Two Mad Cats

Two Mad Cats

We've had our lovely cats for ten years now. Their first 'Doctor Who' episode with us was 'The Poison Sky', which was appropriate as both of the characters they are named after appear.

Before we got them from the local branch of Cats Protection  we considered what we would call our future cats.

Possible names included Boe and Captain Jack (yes, I know that's technically the same person) but we finally decided on Rose and Martha as suitable names around the time we first saw them. They were originally named Lilly (Rose) and either Harriet or Henrietta (Martha), the paperwork couldn't make its mind up in her case.

But I couldn't imagine myself calling out "Henrietta!", so Martha she became and it really suits her. She even comes when called, usually meowing her head off as she does. She's the first cat that ever talked back to me when I spoke to her and she always has to have the last word.

Rose on the other hand is more of a nudger, talking every oportunity to rub whichever part of your body she can reach, including your head, usually very hard.

She doesn't meow so much as squeak, which is extremely cute and never fails to get her fuss.

The first day we bought them home they didn't do any of things that the booklet we had been given said they would do. They didn't hide, instead coming out of their cat carriers and wandering around their new home as if to say "Yes, that will do" and one of them (not sure which) immediately tested the litter box and decided it was okay.

Next up, they discovered the stairs and both sat at the bottom staring up as I don't think they'd had them in their previous home. Half an hour later they were both charging up and down chasing either other like they had lived here for years.

That night we let them have access to the bedroom as we thought they might be a little scared still in this strange place, only to have them jumping on our feet all night.

The next day at aroud 5 am a huge crash was heard and  I came downstairs to find Martha casually walking from the kitchen, to find that what we had thought was solird wall under the bolier was in face a removable piece of wood with added kitchen tiles.

It didn't take long for each cat to decide which human was their favourite and despite my fears that both would flock to Andew, Martha firmly adopted me as her mummy. And Rose is definitely a daddy's girl, unless there is food on the go of course in which case she loves me lots.

And we couldn't love them more.

Two Mad Cats is what we'd call a production company should we ever form one by the way...

(Written by Lisa Parker and supervised by Martha)