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The Spouse and I went up country on Sunday for a drive. My agenda was to visit some of the antiques shops. Being a bit of a magpie, I have a couple of treasures that I like to collect, one of them trinket boxes.

One of the stores we visited had a nice little vitrine, a glass-lidded table with display area ideal for little items. I swear I could hear our cleaning lady say "Yes, yes!" as I pondered the possible purchase. My collection was scattered over various surfaces throughout the house, something of a pain to dust. Of course, I succumbed.

Vitrine safely in the back of the car, we ventured on. In another shop we found a wonderful etching featuring the newspaper The Spouse manages. It didn't take long to loosen his wallet and liberate the moths. Around this stage I think he decided he had better rein me in, so we stopped for lunch in a little place called Greytown.

We enjoyed an excellent quiche with a light creamy filling and a crisp filo pastry base. And then superb coffees. As we headed back to our car, we spied a pet shop attached to a vet's practice. Ever since our beloved cat died last month we have been pining for a feline friend.

There were a couple of black and white cats in one compartment. I was checking out one of them when the clinic manager asked if we would consider TWO cats. In the next area there was a little white cat and a larger black one.

No, I didn't want a white cat. Oh, well, OK, I would look at them. Yeah, I'd hold one. All right, I'd hold the other. I had to put down the bag with the etching and hold the little white one. She snuggled in and I was turning to jelly.

The black cat, larger and perky, attached herself to The Spouse. The cunning little things did a fantastic PR job and soon we were back in our car with a carton of cats.

We are cat-parents once more. The wee white one has lovely pink ears so I have renamed her Rosie. The Spouse has naming rights on the older black cat. She is a regal beast and he is struggling for a suitable name.

I took Rosie down to the vet today for a bit of feeding advice. Mike the vet asked where I had got her. Greytown, I said.

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