She's been a French country kitten, a Parisian apartment cat, a lizard-killing Mediterranean prowler and a SAD syndrome sufferer in London.
Now Monette is officially a resident of the UAE. After her varied first two-and-a-half years of life, she is making a third country her home. Time will tell what she thinks of it.
She arrived in a predictably jetlagged state. The paperwork (and, if I understand these things at all, the microchip in her collar) proves she's had all the jabs.
The sniffing tours of the flat have been completed, favoured sleeping places identified. The weather is about to turn very hot for anyone clothed in fur, but she will probably spent most if not all of her time inside air conditioned premises in any case.
Nathalie, the younger daughter, is already missing her. "It's years since I lived anywhere without having a cat around," she complains.
When we moved to Le Lavandou, my main concern was whether she would take, after the comfort of life in a Paris newspaper office and apartment combined, to the novelty of meeting other cats for the first time since her earliest days of life. She took to it very well, and took even more naturally to toying cruelly with small creatures she found invading her territory.
In Abu Dhabi, I will settle for her never having to meet the vicious, screeching office cat I caught on camera during a clinical winning fight against a far smaller rival at the beginning of the year.
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