Wilma: Nearly there!”

In my first interview with Wilma, she urged me to keep going. “Just get it done!” were her exact words. Here we chat about my improvements.

Me: “We both have come a long way, little Wilma. I hope you approve of this picture?”

Wilma: “No, I don’t. Although it does bring back happy memories of the tulip fields… It was taken just after I had been chasing that stupid leaf and went into the grounds of that place where you worked. Remember?”

Me: “I sure do Wilma, I was working as a corporate journalist at this kind of village where terrific people cared for people with disabilities. I always went for a walk at lunchtime and there you were. My colleagues had caught you and asked me if I wanted a cat. We did, because a month ago, Kapitein had passed away – – we thought Sailor would like a new mate. But why don’t you like the photo?”

Wilma: “I am too skinny…”

Me: “You did only weigh 99 grams when we found you, Wilma. You were gorgeous though. I love this photo. What were your first impressions of us?”

Wilma: “I was not happy when you took me inside to your office and your colleagues came round with a box. I was enjoying my game with the leaf. But after you gave me that cat food, I lay down in the box and I fell asleep. I was sooo tired. I vaguely recall you putting the box in your car and being brought into our home with the big ginger cat, Sailor.”