My ex-colleauge at work has a cat called Gucci. Alister (the bloke) is a real lad, and his fiance (who is also in advertising, but in a BIG London agency - Saatchi's infact, I think) is a real luvvie dolly-bird.
Her cat is Gucci, his cat is called Pub. They are total reflections of their owners - believe me!!!
I didn't as much find Ferdy as he found us. We have an old, disused Slipper Bath behind our Georgian house. There are foxes and even, I believe - although I haven't seen it, a Badger living there,
I think Ferdy had been living there for ages. He's been coming to us on and off for about 2 years. At one point I thought he'd died, coz his side was completely hairless, and he looked quite poorly. After a while he turned up again. At the time, we used to call him BlackCat - as that's what he was.
He was obviously someone's pet at some point - he knows how to use a litter tray, and he's the MOST affectionate cat I've ever known. He will sit on either my or hubbs' chest, gaze into our eyes and put his paws around our neck.
we took him on after we discovered him with a horrible festering wound on his head. We took him to the vet and once recovered, we had him 'fixed'. He's now become a fixture in our house!!
Good on you not letting your cat stay in quarantine. I don't think I'd be able to do it either.
Maybe you can get more cats once your back home.
Are you a BP wife in the Middle East? My ex worked on and off in Dubai - subcontracted to BP. And the wives were called BP wives and had the same pecking order as their husbands.