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A tail I don’t quite know how to tell (2)

I returned from taking Jango on his final journey, to see if Henderson had managed to produce a urine sample for me.  He hadn’t but must have realised how stressed and upset I was because when I said “please Hendo just do me a wee” he popped straight in the litter tray and obliged.   Thus, after several weeks of not driving at all, I made two trips to the vet in the space of a couple of hours.  

Sat outside the vets for an hour in the car whilst they tested the sample to see if there was protein in it so that I could then take relevant medication home with me.  What they found in his urine though wasn’t protein, but sugar! … lots of it!  Henderson had added another diagnosis to his list – now he had hyperthyroid, chronic kidney disease, high blood pressure AND diabetes!  And It was serious enough to need admission.  Lockdown hours meant that the vets were closing soon and we agreed it was best to wait and admit him first thing the following morning.

Thus on Tuesday morning we repeated the nightmare journey to the vets that we’d had with Jango on Monday morning.  Another very tearful car park handover with another lovely lovely vet nurse.  Henderson, unlike Jango, was alive but I feared I’d never see him again.  Conversations with vets had been kind and practical, planning what to do next …. but I’d noted the comments: “he is a very old cat”  “this isn’t a good diagnosis to have”.   Normally I’d have spent time visiting him whilst he was an in patient, and certainly would have been there if it came to him being put to sleep … but it seemed none of this could be possible.   I tentatively asked what would happen if it came to the worst but couldn’t quite bear to hear the answer … so may have misunderstood ….  it might be possible to do it on the car park.  This is in no way a criticism of the vet practice who I believe are doing their absolute best to make a terribly difficult situation as human and bearable as possible.  It’s more an acknowledgement of how agonising it’s been for all of us in these circumstances …. both with poorly animals and poorly humans.

I came home and wept … and waited.  We now had two fewer cats in the house than we’d had a couple of days previously.   The four “teenagers” continued to play out in the garden oblivious (I hope) to all the stress.  Amber our semi feral does her own thing, and I’m guessing dealt with it in her own way.  However Honey and to a slightly lesser extent Flipper were seriously distressed.  Flipper, a vocal cat at any time,  went around the house calling for her lost friends.   Honey paced the house and the garden for several hours – round and round the same circuits.   I’ve not quite seen anything like it before.  It wasn’t randomly roaming around, she was on a route march, feet stomping on the floor …. in through the cat flap, through the kitchen, round the lounge, back through the kitchen, into the conservatory, round the conservatory, back into the kitchen, out the cat flap, into the garden, along the wall, back the other way on the wall, up the garden, back down the garden, in through the cat flap … and repeat, and again … exactly the same circuit … and again …. and again …. and again.   To my horror I found myself feeling quite annoyed with her … I was exhausted, stressed and heartbroken and to watch her in her own way expressing similar (I think) sort of feelings but be completely unable to comfort her was almost more than I could bear.  

Wednesday was Flipper’s birthday … our kitten was 8!  We’ve always made a big deal of her birthday because she’s the only one of the residents who’s exact birthday we know.   She was born here on 6 May 2012 early in the morning.   With the “teenagers” here we at least know the year they were born and the younger ones we can pinpoint within about 2 weeks.  The other older cats though we don’t even know which years they were born.   Jango had been guessed to be 5 years old by the vet when he arrived here 10 years ago – but he could have been anything between about 3 and 9.  Henderson was guessed at 14 three years ago but again there’s a decent margin of error in these things.   This is why we try to make some sort of treat every day …. because you never know when it might be someone’s birthday x

Anyway … Flipper … we’d managed to get some boiled ham … one of her (and Henderson’s) favourites, a few new toys and some cat nip seeds to plant.  I’d looked forward to it … well what else is there during lockdown?   On the day it just wasn’t right though.  How on earth could we celebrate with Jango on his way to the crem and Henderson hooked up to a drip at the vets.  So we put it on hold.

Thursday arrived.  “We need to see what happens in the next 48 hours” were words I dwelled on after Hendo was admitted.  Here we were 48 hours later, each day bracing myself for a death sentence.  And the verdict? … “He can come home later this afternoon”.   Whilst it had been desperately painful to be away from Henderson,  once the prospect of his return was on the horizon my feelings did a double shuffle …. there was delight obviously, but also panic and a realisation of the extent to which him being in someone else’s care had been a relief.   Now it was going to be down to me again to watch him and make day to day, hour to hour decisions.  And of course it had to be a bank holiday the following day.  Can someone explain why when I’m exhausted with work and desperate for a break there isn’t a bank holiday in sight … but the minute we have a poorly cat they are always plentiful and imminent 😦  

Anyway, we arrived home with a slightly better looking Henderson, insulin, syringes, sharps box … and a jar of honey (thanks Aunty Jenny) in case of hypos.  We had a glucometer on order … which arrived Saturday … and were plunged into a world where sticking needles into cats several times a day had to become the new normal.   

All the cats seemed pleased to see him home, and we celebrated Flipper’s birthday just one day late.   

henderson with belated birthday ham

We had to be careful with the “teenagers” who were a little over enthusiastic with the head bumps and nearly knocked him off his feet.  At one point I think he only stayed upright through Dasher’s head bump because Kevin was doing the same on the other side …. equal and opposite forces and all that.  Everyone was pleased to have him home … he’s a very popular cat.

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In typical Henderson fashion, he’s been pretty much impervious to the insulin, as he is to the other meds he’s taking.  Despite being tiny and frail he seems to need a dose large enough to floor a rhinoceros to have any impact on him.  We’ve spend the last 6 weeks returning to the vet every couple of weeks for more blood tests and having his insulin dose increased based on the results.

It’s all been pretty daunting and scary, especially while the grief of losing Jango is still so terribly raw.  However he’s still here, he’s enjoying life and is a good patient in terms of tolerating the needles.   I’ve reached the point where I don’t feel stressed at all about doing his injections … it’s something I can do whilst the kettle is boiling in a morning and whilst tea is cooking at night.  I still get anxious about doing the blood tests … it’s not nice trying to make him bleed, even though thankfully it’s a only a very tiny drop of blood that’s needed. 

It’s been hard working from home since we lost Jango … our main office manager and sun tracker.  However it’s been a relief to still be home and be able to check on Henderson multiple times during the day.  There has been a big shake up in the office of course.   We’ve had to advertise for some of the key posts.  There have been applications, appointments, redeployments … some promotions and disappointments.   Catch up on all the office gossip in our next post 😉


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A tail I don’t quite know how to tell (1)

And can hardly bear to tell.

Our regular readers will know that amongst the many cats we have here, we’ve have a couple of older lads.

Henderson & Jango


They’ve both had health issues over the last few years but have plodded along. We’ve said before that despite the awfulness of COVID 19 and lockdown we’ve loved working from home and being able to be with them for more of the time. Jango really embraced WFH with zoom and telephone calls and snoozed & snuggled through hours and hours of online work. Practically he didn’t make it easy … with his tendency to chew any electic cable in sight, or just blocking the way to the keyboard … but emotionally … through the early weeks of lockdown his solid snoring presence got me through. His poor mobility due to arthritis was a concern. He doesn’t eat a lot but lack of exercise had led to him being overweight.

Henderson has tended to stay downstairs and not get involved in work as my office is upstairs. In the three years he’s been with us he’s made it his mission to collect diagnoses. He was diagnosed with hyperthyroid in 2017, chronic kidney disease in 2019, and high blood pressure early this year. Being home and observing him more closely I realised just how much he was drinking. He’d had a check up just before lockdown … and no major new worries. His drinking seemed more extreme though … but vets were only open for emergencies … and worries about drinking a bit more in a cat with kidney disease didn’t seems like an emergency. It kept getting worse though.

I started trying to tell this tail in the first week of May, but it was too painful to tell.  I’ve come back to it a few times … and a few more times …  but still found to too painful, but until it’s shared no other tails can be told.

On Saturday 2 May despite vet services being very limited due to lockdown we decided we had to talk to the vet about Henderson.  He was drinking more and more water and getting increasingly unsteady on his feet.  He’d been due to review in May anyway.  In spite of or maybe because of lockdown, I got to speak to Henderson’s vet within an hour or so of calling the surgery.  We agreed I’d get a urine sample from him on the Monday as an intial step to seeing how much his kidneys had detriorated, if there was protein in his urine.  We got our lovely cat sitter on standby for Monday to run it down to the vets, whilst I was working.

Sunday came and Henderson seemed even worse, not wanting to eat despite my cooking up every possible thing that might tempt a poorly cat.  We spent most of the morning trying, mashed, gently warmed, smelly foods. scrambled egg, sardines, tuna ….. and nothing was working.   I’d carried Jango downstairs for breakfast earlier.  Sometimes he chooses to eat upstairs, sometimes he goes to the top of the stairs when we get up in a morning (which I assume means he wants to come down) and so I carry him down.  He can get down under his own steam but I like to protect his sore joints.  He had breakfast with the rest of the family, and lounged around downstairs whilst I tried to feed Henderson.  Then he sat at the bottom of the stairs …. which is my cue to carry him back up.   I put him on the bed on his heat pad where he loves to sleep (often sharing it with his friends) easing his achey bones.

Flipper & Jango on the heat pad

I flopped on the bed, sobbing about Henderson being poorly.  Comforted by my inner circle of Jango, Honey and Flipper, all purring and snuggling.  Suddenly … I’ll spare you the traumatic details which will be etched on my memory for the rest of my life … Jango had some kind of attack/seizure and died.   Within moments our world turned upside down.

Everyone who knows us at all knows that we love all our cats and don’t have favourites.   Anyone who knows us more closely knows that Jango is my favourite.   He’s lived with us longer than any of the others … it would have been 10 years in December.   He stayed with us rather than being adopted because of all sorts of weird and awkward behaviour.  He was a bit of a nightmare for a whole series of vets and cat sitters … and for me sometimes too … but I worshipped the ground he walked on.

Lockdown added to the agony of this of course, as it has added to the pain of so many other bereaved people.  I wasn’t able to take him to the crematorium myself … which is what we normally do.  Even taking him to the vets to then be taken to the crem wasn’t “normal”.   On Monday morning I had to cancel work and take emergency leave because I couldn’t stop crying.  I had to call the vets from the car park, and the nurse come out to collect him from the car.  She’s a lovely nurse that both Jango and I have known for many years and has cared well for both of us when he’s been poorly.   She was so kind and allowed us plenty of time to say our final goodbyes …. but I’ll never forget the sight of her carrying him away, his tail flopping out of the fleece we’d wrapped him in.

And then of course we had to go home and get Henderson’s urine sample ….


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WFH (3) .. my new colleagues

So we’re settling into working from home now.   Bizarre as it all felt on our first WFH blog, just 3 weeks ago, we’re now settling into a new sort of (ab) normal.   Seriously was that three weeks ago?   It feels simultaneously like only yesterday and at least a decade ago.

We’ve installed several new work stations, carefully stepped so that our older work colleagues can comfortably access them.  And close to the desk to save travel time for cuddles.

morning shift

This is still all quite surreal.  We’re very very fortunate to still have a job and be able to work from home.   We’re enjoying the positives of that, being home with the cats, missing the rush hour traffic and struggle to find a parking space.  There are day to day improvements in the IT set up, and a growing experience and confidence with working remotely.  At the same time we’re painfully aware of the hardships others are going through, desperately grateful to the key workers who keep the whole show on the road, and guiltily trying to avoid the full awfulness of watching the news.

afternoon shift

Our lighthearted comments about some of the joys of lockdown can only be be viewed through the lens of this being a traumatic nightmare to many.  Nevertheless … we hope to share a little fun and the lighter side of lockdown.

Having worked pretty much alone in the ‘office’ for the first couple of weeks … other than Jango popping in to chew the electric cables … I’m now regularly joined by fur people who I think of as my new team mates.  I like to think of this as being a new routine and sense of solidarity & support around the hosue … but suspect that the sun coming out and my office being the sunniest room in the house has rather more to do with it.

Patch of sunshine …. well used

Jango has emerged as my most faithful, hard working colleague.  He’s usually first in the office in a morning and last to leave at night.  He even turned up over bank holiday weekend as he got mixed up with days …. as we all do in times like this.  He’s taken on the role of senior solar tracking consultant … and gradually shuffles his way between litter tray and my desk as the sun moves.


Jango solar tracking consultant


There are times he’s not able to focus and just needs a cuddle.   That’s not a problem  … regular hugs have been written up as part of his professional development plan.   The plan has also taken account of a necessary adjustment to using wireless headphones … this has been quickly actioned to prevent “chewed through” hang ups on work calls.  His current learning objectives are mainly focused around understanding the importance of my being able to use my right hand for typing and the mouse and the impact of him trying to use it as a pillow.   We’ve set this as fairly low priority though and are balancing it against his skills in stress reduction.

He’s calmly sat through a 3 hour training course on Zoom this afternoon … resassuring me and amusing the other participants ….  and earning himself a bonus can of tasty Applaws for his supper.

Flipper has set herself up as security and wildlife monitor.  She takes her job seriously on the odd occasions when she’s awake and not thinking about something else.  From her windowsill viewpoint she comments on any activity in the surrounding gardens, and prevents anything coming in through the window.   She was devastated yesterday to find that she’d missed the heron that flew over and landed on next door’s fence.   Mr Heron sat there for quite some time and I was desperate to take a photo and/or go to fetch her to see it … but I was on a work call … and was concerned how my human colleagues might evaluate my mental health if I were to say “sorry, I’ve just got to fetch my cat to see this”

Flipper in charge of security and the environment


Apparently she’s also taken on a research project involving wardrobes.   This has clearly been set up through another department  as I don’t have one single clue what the method or objectives are.

Rowan, our office junior, reports to Jango.   His duties are best described as “miscellaneous”.    He’s certainly enthusiastic … I can’t fault him on that.

Rowan in supervision with Jango

I suspect his job description was written whilst the residents were a bit high on the nip.    They seem to consist of digging loudly and vigorously in the litter tray whilst I’m on phone calls, but also leaping from the top of the filing cabinet and crashing onto the desk during video calls.  I understand he’s also being given an out of hours payment for rearranging the room in the middle of the night.   I personally haven’t sanctioned this … and will raise it as an issue at the next team meeting.

One of the other joys of WFH is that we can sit out in the garden for lunch breaks.   I was impressed to find that the rest of the team were appropriately socially distancing.

team social distancing

Though it didn’t last long.  Kevin is far too needy of other feline contact to hold out for long.   He was soon snuggled up to his best friend Dasher.


Honey remains in overall charge.   She’s the go to purrson if any issues arise, and is on top of remembering what day it is and whether its tea time.  I’ve been a little disappointed in her actual engagement with work.   She did briefly pop into a microsoft teams meeting but found her attention quickly wandering …. and went to sit in the garden instead.

Honey … Chief Exec

To be fair, I miss my human colleagues lots.   I’m loving my new fur team though.

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Working from home! WTF! (2)

The last couple of weeks have been an interesting learning curve in many ways, both for me and the nine cats we’re in lockdown with.   I’ve learned more about IT and working remotely, and in a sense that has been the easiest part of the learning.  The tricky bits have been:

a) For me: “they don’t miss you half so much as you’ve imagined over the past years!”  That’s a hard one.  I’ve always felt bad about leaving them to go to work in a morning, kissed each of them on the head and promised to be back soon.  I now find that during most the day they don’t give a f@ck … they go off outside (the younger ones) or settle on the bed (older ones) and pretty much leave me to get on with it until tea time.

Dasher Rowan Kevin … view from the office

b) For them:  On the occasions where they decide to come to find me with some demand or other – I can’t always be immediately available.  THIS IS HARD.  Usually when they ask me to jump … I immediately ask “how high?”.  The notion of waiting is as new to them as Zoom and Microsoft Teams are to me.  Also there is the issue of rights to space on their bed. To date the understanding has been that I’m allowed to share it overnight but … a little like a B&B … need to vacate it during the day so they can stretch and relax and do what they need to do. Comments have been made, even the threat of a formal complaint, if I’ve decided to flop on the bed for a few minutes at lunch time.

No space for you!

I love that our cats are innocent of the current COVID-19 crisis.  They know something is different though.  I see them looking at me in a morning, looking at each other, looking at the clock, then the car, and rolling their eyes.  I ‘hear’ them muttering: “aren’t you going to get in the big silver mouse and drive away for a while? … give us some time to get on with  stuff?”

Little Rowan helped created a nice ‘atmosphere’ for my first call of the morning.

thanks Rowan

Flipper came in later to preside over Rowan’s home schooling.  She felt that as another tabby she should take charge of him.

Sadly it didn’t go well. Flipper felt that little Rowan was wearing his stripes and dots all wrong …. apparently . There was only one way to do it … and of course it was hers. Although Flipper had sat in with me on the Microsoft Teams training, she’d unfortunately skipped the Equality and Diversity training …. and we had to run through some of the key points later in a 1:1.

I’ve had more attention during the sunny days whilst it was comfortable to snooze in the office, but on non sunny days I’ve been more or less left to get on with it. With the exception of Jango of course.

Many of you know Jango well. He’s one of our long standing residents. Now quite elderly, deaf, very arthritic and a little confused. In recent months he’s learned that if he howls loudly (or maybe as he’s deaf he just thinks its normal volume) I’ll run to his aid. I’m more than happy to do this. His requests are usually for me to be a human stairlift as going up and down is manageable but painful for him. Or for food … which again can easily be provided. During isolation though he’s got into the habit of coming into my office in the afternoon for some love and attention.

His first foray into the office was to go under the desk and start chewing the cable to my work lap top! Tricky on many counts! My work depends on it and its NHS property. Add to that the fact that I was on a call to a patient at the time, dealing with my phone phobia, and an ill fitting pair of head phones (or mis-shapen ears – depending on your perspective). We’ve now blocked access to the area using cushions and the kittens’ play cube.

His second, and now regular approach, is to ask to be picked up. That’s kind of ok. I can more or less do that without losing concentration or earphones coming loose. However he then sits purring loudly on my lap. On one level I love that!  There’s a lot of comfort in a Jag hug during difficult times.   On another I had to check with my supervisor yesterday whether the purrs could be heard through the microcphone. Whilst many of Jag’s issues are about older age, he’s always had a wire chewing issue, leading to us having had to cover every wire in the house with cable tidy or other protection. You’ll have guessed what happened next … as I gently tried to push him away from the microphone, he swung round and clamped his teeth on the cable.

We have securely fitting, ‘over the ear’ wifi/without cables headphones on order from a well known online supplier.  Let’s hope that brings us an easier week next week.

Flipper has offered herself as an oddly shaped kind of mouse mat come wrist support  …

I don’t want to be unkind … but …  it’s not entirely helpful if I’m honest.

Aunty Honey has sensibly got on with what she’s best at … looking after everyone.  If you need your head washing and a bit of reassurance …. Aunty Hon is the place to go.

I go to Aunty Honey quite often x

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WFH? WTF! (1)

Whilst many of our canine friends have been overjoyed to have their beloved humans working from home, spare a thought for the poor felines who suddenly find themselves with no peace and unable to get on with anything because there is a human lumbering around in their space.


And if you have a second thought to spare … spare one for me, living under the disapproving gaze of 18 feline eyes.  I see them chuntering to each other, looking at me, looking at the clock.  I’m aware I’m cramping their style and feel guilty taking up so much space in their home.


It’s been a steep learning curve these last couple of weeks.   We have a whole new vocabulary: self isolating, social distancing, Zoom, mircosoft teams, Tesco delivery.  Terms never previously uttered but now part of every day conversations.  Tricky for all of us to realise that I can’t simply be sent to the shop when we run out of chicken.  I have asthma and need to try to play this one safe.

I’m heartbroken, if I give myself chance to think about it, that we’ve had to close to admissions and adoptions.  It’s been my life for the past (almost) 10 years.  Pretty much every non-work day had an admission, homecheck, potential adopters visiting, taking cats to their new homes – often multiples of these.   Work days ended with a vet run usually once or twice a week.  Then of course there’s all the admin, messages, accounts, ordering, advertising.  It’s a shock for it to end so suddenly … or “be put on pause” as I see it in my more positive moments.

Henderson & Rowan

We still have rescue cats here.  We have our own four resident cats, plus Henderson who is long term foster (please don’t anyone mention that to him … he believes he’s a resident and we want to keep it that way).   Plus Kevin & Dasher, who were taking some time to find a home due to their shyness around others.   Then on Saturday 14 March,  anticipating changes due to COVID-19, Rolo & Rowan returned to us from foster care.  We also have Howard and Oscar in long term foster care placements.   So nine cats in this household, plus two in foster placements.

We took Rolo & Rowan in, and  put them in the back bedroom where they’d lived with their family when they first arrived last summer.

Squig with all the kits


We thought it would be a good plan to let them have a bit of time to settle back in here before re introducing to the other residents.   Unfortunately only a couple of days later, by the Monday morning I was having to turf them out to make their bedroom into my office.    That room used to be my study … and in some of the more grouchy moments over the last few years I’ve fantasised about reclaiming it.  I never in a million years expected the process to happen so suddenly, in the space of half an hour following a text message from my manager.   Our team were WFH .. sort it.

Thankfully they’re sweet kits, and accepted sharing space quite readily and soon got to know their pals in the rest of the house again.

One thing I’ve given thanks for is that this dreadful situation didn’t hit when these two arrived, with their two mums and 7 siblings, and their aunty who gave birth to 5 more kittens.  On top of our 5 residents, plus Kevin and Dasher, I don’t know what on earth we would have done.  It was chaos even then, but at least more or less manageable chaos as  the rest of them were adopted.

Imagine lockdown in a small house with 20+ cats and growing kittens, and trying to WFH! I’ve heard mixed reports of whether vets are able to offer routine neuter ops at the moment …  I’m so anxious about how that  will impact on this year’s kitten season … though completely understand the issues.

It’s not been easy just with the 9 of us … and I’ll tell you more about that in the next blog ….  then again it’s not been easy for anyone!

Stay Safe .. Stay Sane x


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Things are getting a little heated around here

We mentioned in our previous blog about having bought a heat pad for the cats, mainly to help ease some aching old bones for our very senior cats.  It’s proved a huge …. and fascinating …. success.   It’s possible that if you’re a follower of our facebook page you’re already fed up of posts about it … apologies for that 😉

Henderson (a bit underweight and definitely the most senior cat in the household) and Flipper (the youngest of our purrmanent residents … but the first to complain about being cold) are the main users of it.

It’s made me review my sense of importance to them.   Since the purchase I’ve been very aware of having to share Hendo’s affections with his blossoming relaitonship with the heat pad.  It hurts sometimes to find that the pad his chosen above me …though slightly reassured that although he purrs like crazy when he’s on my organically heated lap, there are no purrs for the electric one.  I’ve also been conscious of being chosen for a cuddle because the heat pad is taken by someone else 😦   It puts me in my place for sure.

However the really interesting thing for me has been watching the interactions of how they share it.  I’m so proud of my gorgeous cats and their ability to get along together and work things out.  I’ve watched various cats visiting and revisiting the chair the heat pad is in and looking to see if it’s free … and then walking away if it’s already occupied.

Amber disappointed on this occasion

There have been no fights … just subtle negotiations.  Henderson’s Achilles heel is that as a renal cat he needs to drink frequently.  I’ve watched Flipper hanging around either on the sofa or the windowsill, watching for the moment his thirst gets the better of him.  Then she’s in!

The really cure moments are the times they find a way to share.  I watched this careful shuffling with Flipper & Henderson over a period of about 15 minutes.

Although they get along ok I’ve not witnessed these two sitting so close to each other before.  I love the last photo where they’re pretty much holding hands.

The other sweet interaction was with Dasher and Hendo.  Dasher used to snuggle with Henderson when he was little but hasn’t done for a while.   I think he thought he could snuggle again … but then realised he was too big to fit.  Dasher had been playing out in the cold though … so at least wanted to warm his hands and feet.


In case you’re wondering … both Amber and Dasher have had their turn.

Albeit with Hendo waiting in the wings

We’ve given in to pressure this weekend and ordered a second one.

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Aids and Adaptations

We’ve reached a stage where all the purrmanent residents at 8 Lives, apart from the infamous Flipper, are teenagers. I mean teenagers in human years …. so in feline terms senior kitizens – as opposed to defiant adolescent /teenage stage felines.

Oldies have a charm that needs to be experienced to be appreciated.   They’re slower, quieter, less destructive, more and more gorgeous and snuggly every day that comes.   The challenge is that older age (as with humans) often brings health issues and challenges.  This is the time you might start to be glad that you took out good pet insurance whilst they were younger … though sadly some of ours were too old or had too many pre-existing conditions when they arrived in rescue to make insurance a viable option.

We don’t know for sure how old any of them are as we don’t have full histories ….. actually we don’t even have sketchy histories.   Apart from Jango they were found as strays.   We know that Amber is Honey’s kitten so is a little younger than Honey … though probably not much.  Jango came from the dog pound but sadly we have no history of how he came to be there or his life before that.

So our official guesstimates are that Amber is 13, Honey & Jango 14 and Henderson 17.

Honey & Amber

The girls, Honey & Amber are kind of doing ok.   Honey went for her health check yesterday and we were concerned that she’s lost a bit of weight, but mostly things checked out fine so we’re just keeping an eye on her weight and see how things go.  Amber is trickier to care for.  Whilst her mum had clearly been a pet cat before becoming a stray, Amber was born outdoors, and didn’t have enough socialising early enough for her to be confident with humans.  So when Honey came into rescue she quickly settled back into being a happy snuggle puss, whilst Amber has remained wary despite the number of years she’s lived here.  Don’t get me wrong, Amber is setttled and happy, she purrs and plays and relaxes …. until you approach her.  Then she’s scared.  She’ll allow some strokes but is very stressed by any other intervention …  so any trip to the vet is a major trauma.  She’s a bit snuffly from time to time … we assume she had cat flu before coming to us.  We keep an eye on it … mix in some meds with her food to help with that sometimes … but mostly try to avoid stressing her by doing anything else.


Amber & Honey with Flipper


The boys have had more health issues.   Looking back on it, Jango was less active than you might expect even when he arrived here nine years ago, but at the time we put it down to him being a lazy ginger tom cat … and maybe he was.  He’s also always bunny hopped down the stairs … again we put it down to not being used to stairs or just one of those quirks of his (he has many!).  As time went on though he became more apparently stiff in his joints.  The lazy spilling out of his bed, and flopping on his back  came to an end.

We worked our way through joint supplements … which helped a bit.  Then moved to daily metacam …. and more recently have needed to add other drugs to manage his pain.  He can just about still manage the stairs under his own steam … but prefers to sit at the top or the bottom and wait for a human stair lift to scoop him up and carry him … or howl to request assistance.

Our bed is one of his favourite places to sleep but we realised he was beyond being able to jump … or even scramble up.   So we rigged up a stairway using a low footstool, which led onto a bedside cabinet which was lower than the bed, and then a final step to the bed.  That also started to get tricky for him …. so we invested in a ramp.


That’s proved to be a great success. The other cats like it too and it serves well as a scratch post.

The arthritis sadly isn’t his only problem. He howls very loudly … pretty often. Sometimes it’s clear what the problem is …. he’s waiting at the bottom of the stairs and getting impatient for someone to carry him up. Other times, and often in the middle of the night he’ll howl and there is no apparent reason. The first time I heard this sound I flew out of bed thinking something dreadful had happened … he’d trapped his hand in something, fallen, hurt himself on something. But no … he was standing on the landing …. just howling.

We’re fairly confident he’s not howling in pain .. for one thing he’s on lots of pain meds and for another it’s just not what cats do … they hide their pain rather than shout about it. However we’re pretty certain he’s very deaf, and that may explain why he’s so loud. Deaf cats just like their human counterparts tend to shout. I know with cats it’s tricky to be sure about the quality of their hearing as they’re masters of selective deafness …. but he regularly sleeps while I hoover round him. Another reason for the howling could be dementia. Sadly it affects cats as it does humans. Having watched my father suffer with it, I’m reluctant to accept that it’s happening to Jango too. I do think some of the howling is deaf shouting and impatience. However after experiencing several nights of having to get out of bed 8+ times to find him standing howling on the landing for no apparent reason I think we have to accept that there’s an element of dementia. Thankfully when he’s picked up and snuggled into bed he settles for a while and purrs very happily.

Despite being unsure of their ages we’re pretty sure Henderson is the eldest.  He was guessed to be 14 when he arrived here 3 years ago.  He’s been collecting ailments ever since.   All the usual elderly cat things – hyperthyroid, then chronic kidney disease and most recently high blood pressure.  His mobility isn’t what it was though he’s thankfully not as stiff in his joints as Jango.  He can’t jump too well but what he’s lost in agility he more than makes up for with strategy.   These beds on the table are popular with the residents as the table is against the radiator so the back of the beds are heated.  Hendo can’t jump but has worked out a route: onto the spokes of the chair on the right of the table, onto the spokes of the table, then to the seat of the chair on the left of the table, and from there onto the table and into a cosy igloo.

We decided to invest in a heat pad for them all.  Jango has aching joints that would benefit from some warmth, Hendo is a skinny old chap who needs some extra insulation.   We weren’t sure if any of them would use it.

Henderson looked a bit uncertain when I first put him on it but after a few seconds it dawned on him that there was lovely warmth coming up through his feet.  He’s scarcely left it since then.

Jango also had a go

Flipper has also been a major user of it.  She’s not old and thankfully not poorly either … but she’s very often complaining about being cold.

She absolutely loves it

Really pleased to have found some things that make their lives easier and more comfortable.

Big thanks to Howard’s adoptive parents for prompting us to get them.

Our oldies are so precious.

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Celebrating the anniversary of a very special arrival

On 19 January 2017 I was home minding my own business when a message pinged through to our facebook page.

After getting a bit more information, and calling our vets to make an appointment so I could take him straight there, I went off to collect him.  He was indeed in a bad way, unable to stand and showing little sign of life other than to chunter occasionally.  I assumed that having been found at the roadside he’d been hit by a car and had all kinds of horrendous internal injuries.  My fear was that he’d either die en route to the vet or that the vet would say that the best option was to put him to sleep.

Whilst we normally take our time over naming cats and thinking what suits them, we also feel strongly (and perhaps a little over sentimentally) that they should not die without a name.   Perhaps it was partly a way of distracting myself from the fear of what was going to happen, but through the journey across town from the North of the city I was looking at names of roads and names on signs, casting around for something suitable for this poor cat.   Stuck in traffic on the inner ring road my eyes lighted on the old Henderson’s Relish factory with its orange sign outside.  Given that the feline in question was also orange … this seemed a suitable option.

So the “old cat in a bad way” was Henderson by the time we got to our vets.   I took him in to see Dr Tim, and poor Hendo laid on the examination table, too weak to move or protest …. but purring like crazy.

hendo at vet january 2017

Henderson was very dehydrated and weak, but no sign of him having been hit by a car. He stayed at the vets overnight on a drip to rehydrate him. Beyond immediate and necessary care it was difficult to know what best to do as this could be someone’s “lost” cat. We started a huge search for whoever maybe missing him. Hundreds of shares of our post on facebook and a reach of thousdands. No one came forward.

I brought him home the following day. He had to go in a large dog crate to have some space to himself as the rescue rooms were full with other cats. He sat there looking fed up and refused to eat.

We stressed about him and tried everything. Our lovely friends at Pet Company treated him to a selection pack of anything tasty he might possibly be tempted with.

Slowly we started to get there … and he began to mix in with the others

Having got through the stressy period of him being really poorly, he presented us with a new challenge. Despite him appearing to get along ok with the other cats, he was perhaps more stressed than we appreciated. He’d spray everything in the house. Just how can one small cat contain so much pee? There were days when I’d not finished cleaning up one incident before he’d attacked something else, and whilst I was cleaning that he’d pee on a third thing. Our relationship became pretty tense for a while.

We were glad when he was settled enough to go outside for a while. These were the days before our super cat proof fencing, so he was allowed out initially just on a harness … carefully guarded by Flipper. It was good to see him empty his bladder outside rather than inside. He went missing briefly once allowed off the harness … but Flipper our expert finder, discovered him behind next door’s shed and came to let me know where he was.

Thankfully although the pissing period seemed to go on forever at the time, it actually settled after a few months.

Once more settled Hendo became an awesome Uncle to many kittens we had in the following months/years.

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Whoever they were and however shy they were, they all wanted to sit next to uncle Hendo. He’s no saint, and has been heard to say that he doesn’t like kittens very much, but he’s quiet and warm and lots of poor little ones who are missing their mummies have got huge comfort from snuggling up to him.

He’s a very loved cat now but we’re sadly aware that even from the start of this story his blood tests were strange. He’s gradually been diagnosed with more and more health issues. He keeps fighting and we keep loving him. That’s the best any of us can do.

We’re grateful … and amazed to find he’s still with us three years on … and so glad that 19 January three years ago was a day when I wasn’t at work and we were able to respond to the request to help him.

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Happy New Year!

As I start to write it’s early evening on New Year’s Eve. It’s dark outside and we’ve been doing the usual pre-firework preparations – curtains drawn, lights and radios on. The younger kittens are kicking a ball around, watched and coached by the older kits. Some of the residents have already gone up to bed, others are snuggled in their Xmas igloos. Henderson is perched on his chair by the radiator and Howard (who is new to sharing the whole house) is pottering around trying to work out which spots are most comfortable.

No kitten photos .. they just rush past in a blur. I do hope Howard doesn’t decide the keyboard is his happy place. If there are no blog updates for a while you can guess why.

Inevitably New Year thoughts turn to memories of the felines we’ve had here this year. We’re a small enough rescue to remember each one of them very clearly.

January started with the residents plus little Dasher, older stray lady Cloe, and the infamous Norton 4 (Nancy Dodger Fingers & Bandit). It was wonderful over the New Year holiday to have some help from several random facebook people with socialising the Nortons and getting them used to someone other than me. The other brilliant thing that happened was that Cloe found a loving foster home where she could be the “only cat” and have lots of love and attention”. Soon as Cloe moved out we took in Skye who’s human had sadly died.

February saw the arrival of Dexi as a potential friend for Dasher … and that relationship just not work out. Dodger & Nancy (half of the Norton 4) went to a lovely new home, and so did Skye. Into the space created Howard arrived. Initially complaining just of a sore toe, Howard was diagnosed with renal failure and anaemia.

March was the month from hell. First Howard was admitted to the vets because he was dehydrated and not eating. Then we noticed that Henderson (our long term foster) wasn’t eating either and he was admitted for an urgent dental surgery which was risky given his age and health conditions. A couple of days after they’d both been discharged, Jango (one of our residents) developed a urine infection and also had to go to the emergency vets.

Here they are … somewhat later …. and looking much better.

The redeeming feature of March was a message one Saturday morning from Stanlie’s foster carer .. saying that Stanlie who had resolutely lived outside her house and refused to come indoors had just followed her in the previous evening after work and settled himself down as though he’d always been an indoor cat.


This had been a loooooong saga starting over a year previously …. check out the back posts on this blog for more. Couldn’t have been happier x

April had to get better. Dexi went off to her new home (without Dasher!), the second half of the Norton 4 (Bandit & Fingers) also found a fab new home. Howard found himself a long term foster home. Into that space came Fynn … a gorgeous, affectionate stray … who was just soooooo noisy!

Also .. in the quest for a pal for Dasher we ended up with Ailbhe and her 7 kittens … well they weren’t all hers but she’d been looking after them in an over crowded house and brought them all with her into rescue.

May was busy as you might imagine. Lots of routine vet runs for vaccinations, chips, neuter. Plus a couple of non routine vet runs when Fynn had a very very rare complication following his neuter. Numerous homechecks for kittens. Fynn went back to foster care with the lovely couple who had found him, and then to a new home. Aric & Archie also found a new home.

Aric & Archie new home

June Ash & Arran and Ailbhe & Alix went to their new homes.

Ailbhe & Alix new home

The remaining two of Ailbhe’s kittens – Alice & Arnold – moved downstairs to live with the residents and get more socialisation as they were very timid. Dasher became very involved with them.

He took great care of them until they too were adopted.

As the Ailbhe team were moving out, Alice & Arnold were downstairs, and the rescue bedrooms were free, we had a message asking for help with A LOT of cats. We were able to help with fewer than half of them but took in Raven & Squiggle who had 7 young kittens between them.

Only two of the kits were Squiggles, but Raven wasn’t big into parenting … so Squiggle looked after them all.

Jette gave birth to 6 kittens on 16 June … sadly one of them didn’t survive.

Jette with kits a few hours old

Alice & Arnold … the last of the A team went to their new home

July was pretty much like April with lots of routine vet runs. A couple of the kits went to their new homes, and thankfully Raven & Squiggle found the purrfect purrmanent home.

Raven & Squiggle new home

I’m so happy for these girls … they’ve had a hard life caring for kittens since they were kittens, one litter after another. So lovely to see them happy and settled.

Meanwhile … with it being a little quieter … and still in search of a pal for Dasher … Kevin arrived. Kev had been living rough in a garden like Dasher had .. they quickly found some common ground … and got on very well.

Dasher & Kevin

August Ringo & Scruff … Raven & Squiggle’s most confident kittens went off to their super new home. Jette’s kittens had their vaccinations and the first two, Jade & Jemima went off to their new home.

September at last, thank goodness was a bit quieter month. Jaffa & Jellybean (two more of Jette’s) found their new home.

Jellybean & Jaffa

Delighted that also the old lady Cloe found her new home after nearly 10 months in rescue.

Into the space made available we had Rosie & Mabel arrive

October Rosie & Mabel had a very swift journey through rescue. They went into a fab new foster home and were adopted within a week or two.

Still here were Jette, her remaining kitten Jethro, Squiggle’s remaining kitten Smartie, and Rowan’s remaining kittens Rowan & Rolo. Jette landed a fab new home … all to herself ..

Jethro & Smartie teamed up and also found a lovely home.

Rowan & Rolo were the most timid of Raven/Squiggle’s kits … and to make it worse Rowan had a persistent tummy upset.

They’re lovely young cats though … and to my delight once Rosie & Mabel left their foster home, these two moved in. They’re growing in confidence and we’re doing our best to sort out the tummy.

November was planned to be quieter because that was our holiday time. Nevertheless .. we mananaged to take in Betsy & Benjamin, orgaised from Laos with the help of our amazing cat sitter.

Here’s our first proper glimpse of them courtesy of web cam from Singapore. I’m not sure if they’ve gone through the house like a breath of fresh air or a dose of salts … but … um … you sure know you’ve got them!

betsy & benjamin

Here they are being calm for their adoption advert. Don’t be fooled!

December thankfully another relatively quiet month as I was ill pretty much from getting on the holiday plane in November to a couple of weeks ago. Sadly (or happily … depending on how you view it) Howard outlived his foster carer’s interest in caring for him … and he returned to rescue when I got back from holiday. He’s back here trying to make the best of it .. and to his credit isn’t making a bad job of it. If it wasn’t for the renal diet complications of communal living … we’d be rocking it!

We’re at the stage where he can mingle without fights. The older kittens escorted him on his first trip round the (cat secure) garden. He’s a lovely old boy x

So that’s us .. settling down to New Year’s Eve. Apologies (huge apologies) to anyone I’ve missed out.

The gorgeous Stanie was adopted by his amazing long suffering foster carers in June this year.

He now shares a home with the equally gorgeous Harold who was adopted last year.

Not to be forgotten … but so easily forgotten … and that’s possibly intentional … because he’s trying to creep up onto the table to steal food … Oscar. He’s our other long term foster cat who lives with the fundraiser without whom 8 Lives simply woudn’t survive. He’s been with 8 Lives well over a year now … skulking under the radar … looking for anything tasty.

Best wishes for 2020 to you and especially to your felines x

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On the third day of Christmas ….

… the Dog Pound gave to me

Ok so it’s all wrong and doesn’t scan … but then cat rescue is like that.

The tail I’m about to tell began 9 years ago … at least my part in it did. Just before Christmas 2010 I was sent photos of a number of cats who had been in the dog pound for some time and were under threat of being put to sleep. I was just a foster carer for another rescue at the time, but the day after Boxing Day I went with them to assess the situation and think how we could save the eight or so cats who were there.

We had our eye on what we were referring to as “the fat ginger and white one” as we thought he wasn’t neutered. I agreed to take him … then another “ginger one” who seemed to get on ok with him. I’m really sad that I didn’t get more information about where they’d come from and how they came to be in the pound. There was a comment about whether the two gingers “had been in the same room” … was it a hoarding situation? We’ll sadly never know. I believe the other cat in the photos above had been rescued before we arrived, and the rest of the cats were rescued later.

They settled themselves in quite quickly as you can see.

There was a very tricky moment the first evening. The “fat ginger and white one” established himself on the stairs .. and when I tried to pass, gave out the most fearsome hiss and lashed out at me. I vividly remember standing in the hallway thinking “oh f@ck what have I done?” … this was the biggest cat I’d ever seen, I was new to fostering and scared of him.

The photo above was taken that same night … but the ‘incident’ was lower down the stairs and I was too scared to take a photo .. besides … back in those days photos were something you needed a camera for … not just whip out your phone.

The young ginger was named Ollie and was very quickly adopted and adored.

The “fat ginger and white one” was more of a challenge. He’d hang out on the stairs like the troll in three billygoats gruff, hump my legs in bed (despite having been neutered), and press his neck against the rim of the waste basket or the rung of clothes airer to make himself choke, and his favourite hobby was licking plastic bags. The rescue wondered how on earth we were going to get him adopted with all these weird behaviours.

I wondered too for a little while …

If I’m honest though … I think I knew from the start … I was in love. The “fat ginger and white one” was named Jango … and has been adored here for the last 9 years.

He’s a strange and awkard cat … scourge of cat sitters and vets alike he can be quite scary to those who don’t know him (and occasionally to those who DO!) but he’s very deeply loved.

I’m praying that I’m wrong … but I fear this will be the last gotcha-versary that we get to celebrate together. He survived pancreatitis a couple of years ago when we thought we were going to lose him. He suffers badly with arthritis … which I believe is the result of abuse in his past … and also accounts for his aggressive behaviour at times. He’s a very very loved “fat ginger and white” cat x

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