She has settled in beautifully. My little cat, Hester, welcomed her at the door. Hester loves dogs (she thinks she is one). My heart was in my mouth, and my hand was grasped firmly on Hetty's lead. To my amazement Hetty just pretended she hadn't even seen Hester. A strategy she has adopted every time she has encountered one of my feline menagerie since. I think she is terrified of them.
We are both curled on the sofa now, watching Some Like it Hot and eating chicken liver pate on toast. I have so much school work to do, lessons to plan, but I am having too much fun with Little Miss Hetty.