B******* cat looks for new home

Our Elsie was banned from the local Vets in the U.K. after attacking 2 different vets and a couple of the nurses. She was very small with a sort of screwed up face which made her look permanently disgusted with life, just like my elderly Aunt Elsie, hence her name.
We had gone to the Cat's protection to get a kitten to keep our other adopted cat company. Our Catherine, the fanatical Newcastle supporter directed us to get a black and white kitten (to be called Keegan) and several were paraded for us in the manner of supermodels on a (literal) catwalk.The whole time, a rather ugly, scrawny tabby was hurling herself against the bars of her cage yelling 'take me, take me'. " Oh, that's just Cecily" said the cat person "she's about 2 years old, been here most of her life, no-one has ever shown an interest".
Sam and I looked at each other and 10 minutes later, she was ours.
She was wild, obstinate, and not exactly people-friendly. If she liked you, she was all sweetness and light, if she took a dislike - Lawd help you, and there was no rhyme or reason to it.She could start a fight in an empty room.
Fortunately, she liked me and the 3rd vet we tried.
She was also very fond of Sam's disabled father so we left her with him when we moved here as his cat had died the previous year and we doubted she would adapt to life here. FIL was confined to a wheelchair and had limited movement.She used to jump onto his knee in the living room and direct him to drive his electric chair into the kitchen and drop her off next to her food.
She would certainly have taken Mr. Biggles on and our Chassis...

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