Ever since I got back on Friday, Clachat has been more clingy than usual. She's been crawling into my lap any time I happen to sit down (whether or not my laptop is already there), which is rather unusual for her.
Yesterday, one of our neighbors came by to say that her parents are interested in adopting Clachat; their cat recently died at the age of 13, and someone told our neighbor we were looking for a good home for our cat. I don't have all the details yet, and it may not work out, but apparently they live somewhere away from Paris and they have a garden, which would be perfect for Clachat, who is used to having some outdoor space. The daughters of this neighbor know the cat, and as they sometimes visit their grandparents, Clachat will even have someone a little bit familiar to check up on her from time to time. This cat-loving couple will come on Friday to meet Clachat -- whose name they apparently would intend to change if they adopt her, but I think she'll get used to it in time -- and if all goes well perhaps Clachat will find herself in a lovely new home within days! You can well imagine our relief if this goes off without a hitch; we had resigned ourselves to having to take her with us, even though it wouldn't ever be as good for her, being in a smaller apartment after having so much space, but we just couldn't bring ourselves to take her to any sort of shelter.
So now... we pray. HARD. Because it's not a done deal, yet, and I've gotten my hopes up before with no good result.
And it figures that last night, after this all happened, the cat decided to climb right onto my chest for the first time, ever. She knows.
