Litchi was a street urchin. She had no name. She rummaged for her food, pounding the streets, hunting down mere morsels to the point that her nails were worn down to the quick. She got shoved away, clearly scolded (if not worse) for going to the toilet anywhere (she still has issues about relieving herself) and had, quite obviously, never received a kind touch from a person in her life. She was only about 5 months old.
That might be how her life began but, fear not, this was one little urchin destined for greatness! We know this because she now rules the roost (if not Sabre, the cat) at home, was named, by His Royal Highness (my Dad), Lady Litchfield. Has been bestowed the honour of Empress of Bordeaux by Doggy and has now….. wait for it…… received her first Royal Package!
Imagine the expressions on my parents faces as they collected the mail, only to find THIS:
Our dearest, most wonderful friends Mollie & Alfie had sent, by Royal Mail no less, the most impressive package (no human in this family has received such a remarkable item in the mail)
Inside were the best treats Litchi has EVER HAD! She LOVES them! Apparently, so do the cats. I was silly enough to leave the package out once I got home and was greeted to a house full of strewn wrapping in the morning and half devoured dog treats! That’ll teach me.
I’m assuming the “Peace Offering” from Mollie is her desperate attempt to gain forgiveness for stealing Easy from Litchi. Oh alright then – you’re forgiven!
Litchi, amazingly, is not food orientated (why would training her have been made any easier for me?). However, she immediately lost the plot on receiving this gift. I tried, please believe me, to get a photograph of her but she instantly forgot her now Royal Status and went nuts. I couldn’t keep her still for a second. Best we managed was this:
Followed by a blurry version of Litchi, looking like this:
Thank you Mollie & Alfie for our Royal Receipt!
Might have taken over 4 weeks to get here but it was worth the wait!