As you all know, although I work with wild cats, I also hold down another more office based job and it happens to involve law enforcement issues.
This morning, I had to go to court to get a warrant to arrest someone. I have never been to court before, as I try and stay on the right side of the law, and to say I was nervous about standing in front of a judge would be an understatement. Added to which, sometimes judges can be down right difficult when giving a warrant as they want to know the ins and outs of everything.
So.... this morning, I put on my best dark grey suit and went to work. It was plastered in ginger cat hair, as Robbie had jumped on the suit as it lay on my bed when I was getting dressed. I couldn't get the hair off, so had turned up in front of the judge still covered in cat hair.
After I muddled my way through swearing the oath on the bible, and started telling the magistrate why I wanted the warrant she suddenly stopped me mid flow and asked if I had a cat. I said yes (like you do - after all, I had to tell the truth, I had sworn on the bible...) and that I actually had 4 cats, 3 of whom had come from Croydon cats protection.
She then told me that last September, she herself had got a kitten from Croydon CPL and that she was a tortie and white ex-feral kitten found in a drain in Battersea. At this point, bells started ringing in my head as, in September, I had to fostered a feral tortie & white kitten who had been found in Battersea, to socialise her, and I knew she had been subsequently adopted by a lady magistrate. It was only the same kitten!!
Needless to say - I was in court for over an hour. I came out to my colleague outside who had been waiting patiently all that time, and she was convinced that I had a really rough time with the judge. I didn't have the heart to tell her that the warrant was signed in 30 seconds and that I had been talking about cats for an hour!