random reflections on mother’s day

Had a lovely Mother’s Day with flowers and a card from the furry ones. It’s an odd sort of feeling to receive something like this for the first time at my time of life.

The notion of our pets being our children is something that is fiercely and often unkindly debated elsewhere, and not something I want to stray into here. One thing I’m clear about is that my cats are not child substitutes in the sense of being second best to having human children. Yet as we go about our lives together in the same house they feel like family, and evoke the maternal care (and frustration) that may have been given to children had life been different.

They’ve certainly pulled me into baby things that I’d never expected. Sleepless nights and kitten formula …..

max after his 2am feed

Juggling work with fur care

having to take them everywhere

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And then the arrival of Henderson sent us into the nappy aisles in the supermarket. A desperate (and ultimately flawed) attempt to manage his confusion and weak bladder led to us trying nappies, secured by baby vest.

It’s hard to convey in just one photo just how he felt about the suggestion …. but his face pretty much sums it up.

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Now we are Six

……… technically Seven I suppose if you count me … but mostly we don’t .

We’ve approached 6 from both directions:

Up from 5: Henderson has officially joined the ranks of our permanent residents. He’s so much better than he was when he arrived with us but he’s very elderly, not entirely well and has some behavioural issues. Not easy to imagine anyone wanting to sign up to adopt him. Having said that, he’s adorable in many ways – he loves his cuddles and rubs along reasonably well with the other cats.

We were a little concerned to find him like this shortly after we told him that he’d be staying here

Uncertain as to whether he’s giving thanks or praying for deliverance. Mostly he seems to be making the best of it though:

Down from 7: Jenson has gone to a foster home amidst sighs of relief from the other residents. He met the family he wants to live with last weekend, but we’re not happy with him being officially adopted until we’re sure he’s fully recovered, so he’s gone there on a foster basis. It was lovely to watch him playing with the human kittens there. They’re as boisterous and crazy as he is so we’ve every hope he’ll fit right in. He certainly got a warmer welcome than he gets from our adult residents when they’re trying to sleep and he wants to re enact scenes of bringing down wildebeest on African grasslands.

We’re hoping we’re about half way through the building work now, but less than half way through the decorating. It’s going to be a little while still until we’re able to admit any more cats however unlike A.A.Milne’s young character I don’t think we’ll be six for ever and ever.

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Stressful tails

In some ways it should be easier around here at the moment.  We’re down to only 7 cats, and all of them get along with each other … more or less.   There is the small matter of the building work though …… and a few other things …..

Flipper ….. just being Flipper

Day 1 of building work, the day after we brought Tippy’s ashes home, we were kind of ready for it and it was exciting.  By Day 2 I wanted to call it off.  I’d anticipated that the cats wouldn’t want to be in the kitchen right next to the noise and disruption, but hadn’t anticipated that the back door would be open much of the time, that it would be impossible to sneak between kitchen and lounge without cats getting through the door and hence outside under the diggers etc..  So then realised they would have to spend the time whilst the builders were here upstairs!  It’s not easy posting them all through the door at the bottom of the stairs without all the previously posted ones avalanching back down!  Even less easy doing it first thing in a morning with only one mug of caffeine on board.   The biggest challenge though is Amber, our semi feral cat.

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Amber is loved to bits and has been settled here for years, but she’s not someone you can approach or touch … and most definitely not someone to be posted through the door at the bottom of the stairs.  I’ve learned to keep a look out for her and avoid walking towards her.   On the rare occasions I fail she goes into panic mode and cries pitifully with fear.  Rather than put  her through this I’ve taken to getting up in the middle of the night whilst she’s sleeping in my bedroom and  close the door at the bottom of the stairs so that she won’t go down.   We’re into week 3 of 7 with the building work now and so far so good with that one.

Honey the building inspector

It helps that the nights are getting lighter and there’s a little time to go outside after the builders have left and before it goes dark.  I’m not entirely sure how the builder’s would manage without Honey checking that everything is straight and in order.

Meanwhile the decorating indoors chugs along.  The little front bedroom is finished

and the back bedroom started.  It’s not great to have disruption indoors as well as outdoors but I’m anxious to get it all over in one fell swoop …. and it will be kitten season by the time the builders are finished so the rooms will be desperately needed.   It’s rare to have an opportunity to be able to move freely from one room to another without needing to keep cats behind each door.

I’d hoped after Tippy the worry and upset would be over for a while.  Sadly it isn’t.  I spent most of last weekend with an old friend and her very poorly cat, trying hard to make things better for him but eventually having to say goodbye to him early this week.   At the same time persuading Jenson to pooh into a pot in the hope of getting to the bottom (lol) of his tummy upset.   He’s managed to combine this with sending me out to check a family he thought he’d like to live with.   I’m delighted that he’s found the people he wants to spend furever with …. we just need to get his tummy fixed first.

Jenson has a home!

Then Jasper messaged us to say that life in his new home wasn’t working out for him and could he come back. It’s the first time this has happened and we’ve needed to take a cat back. I’m sure if he’d known how things were around here he’d never have asked! Thankfully though, since Daisy Mae had struck gold within a few days of being in her foster home, and gone off to her happy ever after, there was a foster space.

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Then …. and on a selfish level so much worse than anything else …… our little Rufus is poorly. He’d been a bit hissy and growly and I’d put it down to stress of building work and of Jenson being a bit hyper and annoying with his random pouncing on people. Then realised Ru was growling at nothing in particular and his ears were hot. So off to the vets to find he has a raging temperature, sore gums and we don’t quite know what’s wrong. He’s had antibiotics and is on daily metacam. I’m managing to get him to eat and he’s alert. However he’s spending most of his time in bed at the moment and when he gets up he’s growling and hissing again. Clearly something is hurting.

At the moment he’s happiest with his uncle Jango (thanks Jag)

Just to add that extra frisson of excitement …. Henderson (now as well as we could have hoped he could be) is plodding around the house randomly peeing/spraying. Sometimes we confine him to his crate to stop it, sometimes he follow him around escalating the tension, sometimes we just give up and go with with the flow (ahem). There’s no escaping the fact that he’s a lovely old boy.

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Best laid plans

Our building work started on Wednesday so the plan last weekend and early this week was to take things steady, gradually moving furniture, acclimatising the cats to a new routine and bracing ourselves for the onslaught.   We were proud of having finally managed to say no to new arrivals …. leaving us with just 9 cats.

Daisy Mae managed to get herself a foster space with Xin & Xavier’s family, packed her bags and was evacuated on Saturday.   Jojo had bagged herself a nice new home and I took her there on Sunday.

So that left us with just 7 cats ….  the fewest we’ve had in I can’t remember how long.  Not only the fewest . … but 7 cats who all get along reasonably well, so none of them need to be in a separate room.  That got us to thinking …. what better time to attempt to decorate the ‘cat’ rooms.   Hmmm … you may say ….. a better time might be a time when there aren’t builders demolishing the back of the house, a time when everything else isn’t in chaos.  However, when the building is finished we’ll be coming into kitten season and need to have rescue spaces to offer.   So we completely emptied one of the rooms and piled everything in the other, cleaned and sanded and then  went to B&Q (other DIY stores are available)  to buy paint  ……

As I returned with said paint and pulled onto the drive anticipating late Sunday afternoon and evening decorating  my phone went PING ……

To understand this we need to back track to last Thursday.  In fact to really understand it we need to go further back .. and will do in another post.   Anyway ….. Thursday teatime I’m in the kitchen and Flipper shouts that there’s someone at the cat flap.  I go to see and its a sad little black and white face that I’ve not seen for months.  It’s Tippy …. a stray we’ve known and fed whenever he’s visited …. though his visits have been a bit random

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Tippy & Flipper last summer

I rushed out to feed him and he quickly ploughed through a couple of pouches and a man sized helping of chicken. He’s never looked well but now he looked really poorly. He’d lost weight and his breathing sounded awful. I was desperate to get hold of him, get him indoors and safe, get him to the vets … but as ever …. when I went nearer to him he backed off. I didn’t want to try to grab him, fail and end up just depriving him of a much needed meal / scare him off from coming here again.

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thursday night

I messaged another woman who feeds him to say how worried I was about him … but she said she’d not seen him for weeks. I kept looking for him over the next few days but no sign ….. until the phone pinged on Sunday.

He’d gone to see the other feeder and was even more poorly …… to the extent that she’d just picked him up and carried him indoors … and then messaged me.

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Sunday tea time is not a great time to have a poorly cat. I phoned Vets Now and rushed down there with him. They were pleasant and professional but its not like having your own vet in a crisis.  Tippy was put on oxygen and a drip because he was so dehydrated.   It was explained that we had the option of him being put to sleep straight away ….. or £700+ for his care overnight, then pick him up at 7.30am to take him to our own vets and start tests to find out what was wrong and treat him.

Gulp ….. we had to give him a chance ……. but that’s 6 months fundraising blown in one night.

Oh ,…. and yes … that’s the days decorating time blown too …. though in the scheme of it ….. priorities and all that. ….

Towards bedtime the dreaded phone call came.  He’s not getting any better with the treatment they’re giving and is starting to suffer.  I can appreciate the policy … but it was agonising to have to go through this conversation with the vet, and then have to confirm it all over again with the nurse.   I was surprised / shocked / heartbroken that having given consent they put him to sleep and he died whilst I was still on the phone.   Needless to say ….. I didn’t sleep that night.

I’d planned to crack on with the decorating after work on Monday ….. but instead had to go back to Vets Now to collect Tippy’s body.  And instead of painting on my day off on Tuesday I went over to the crematorium in Doncaster.   It’s not the place you’d want to need to go to …. but having had the worst happen to a loved animal, its the best place to be.   Jody is so kind and understanding, and the fact that he’s a grubby stray cat made no difference to the care and concern she offered.

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He’s home now … in a little black cat casket like our Sooty’s.  At some point while I’m decorating I’ll paint the tip of the tail white.

sooty & tippy

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A Tail of Two Hendersons

We have two good news stories for you this weekend, each involving different Hendersons.

The first is about our very own Henderson who has been back to the vet for a review this evening.   He’s looking much better and we’re pleased to find he’s put on 200g in weight.   Having feared a couple of weeks ago that we were about to lose him, we’re delighted and amazed that we’re now having him microchipped and he’s started his vaccinations.  We’re being realistic – he’s an elderly cat, with arthritis and underlying medical issues …. but for now he has the chance of a period of care and happiness.

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The other Hendersons is the one you all know ….

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“What does that have to do with cats?”  I hear you ask.   Well …. local artist Victoria Butterell got in touch with us a few weeks ago to offer help with our fundraising through a lovely card she designed.

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It was produced originally to help a friend of hers who runs a cat rescue in Montenegro.   Cat rescue is hard enough here in the UK but we were horrified to hear of the conditions of cats over there, especially how hard it is for this poor woman to offer care.  We’ve had verbal abuse at times but the woman who runs this rescue has been attacked in the street for simply feeding and trying to help.   We were asked if we’d like to be part of the card project so that local cats could be helped too.

We met to talk about the practicalities of paying for the printing of cards and how to share publicity and profits with the Montenegro rescue.   We were so moved by the struggle of our fellow rescue overseas that we agreed to fund the printing of all the cards, but share the profits.   We’re proud to be a tiny rescue with international connections.

If you’ve been to Sunday School you’ll know what they say about casting your bread on the water.  We’ve certainly got it back in kindness of others.   We arranged a launch event for the card at Rileys & Co …… where else?   Excellent pies …. with Hendos of course.  Their friend Chris Carter  the photographer came and took some lovely photos.   Our Rufus   came too … he”s been a regular at Rileys since he was 2 weeks old.

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The cards are available priced £2 from Rileys & co, Pet Company, Rounds News, Bessies, and Carterknowle Methodist Church Cafe

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Henderson … the tail continues

It’s been a funny sort of week with Henderson.   Despite lots of people sharing our post, nearly 15,000 views of it on facebook,  contacting vets local to where he was found, and checking with RSPCA no one has claimed him.  One person messaged to say that she knew someone a couple of years ago, who lived about a mile away from where he was found, who might have had a cat that looked like him, but couldn’t remember the address.   Another person emailed to say that she believed he belonged to the woman who had found him and got him into rescue ….. but this has been denied.   Another message on a group threw up an uncertain lead about a cat who had been lost over a year ago.  A lovely  woman from over near Manchester messaged to check he wasn’t her beloved cat who had been missing for months …. sadly he wasn’t.

Here’s the preachy bit: Get your cat’s chipped and be sure to keep your contact details up to date.

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On one level things have gone well with him this week …. in fact much better than I could have hoped for when I wrote the last blog post about him.   His appetite has improved … and we’ve moved gradually from hand feeding super tasty and warmed food, to pretty much mucking in with the rest of them …… albeit with a careful eye on how much he’s eating.

eating in kitchen with residents

eating in kitchen with residents

He’s gradually made his way out of his crate and started mixing with the others. Chatting through the bars

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Then he came for a cuddle,

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and then started hanging out like a regular cat.

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I hung around on Tuesday like a cat waiting for the fridge door to open,  expecting the phone call from V4P with results of his. blood tests.   They weren’t as clear cut as I might have hoped for.   The problem wasn’t clearly kidney problems …. though it seems that you can have one kidney not really functioning at all and so long as the other one is working, it doesn’t show up in the tests.  Possibly some hyperthyroid issues but below the clinical level for being an issue.   Further blood tests reassured us that its not FIV or FeLV and we’re left with the probability that Hendo has some form of cancer that is affecting his liver function.

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He’s here to stay now though …. and we’ll do the best we can for him for however long he can continue to enjoy his life.

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A tail of two very different arrivals (2)

Still in our resolve to take no new admissions until our building work is done …… we had a message on Thursday from the amazing woman who hand reared Kanga & Kwala.  She’d found an elderly cat collapsed at the side of the road whilst out walking her dogs late on Wednesday night.  Being the woman she is, despite other people walking past who couldn’t care less, she got the dogs home, fetched a cat carrier, took the cat home with her, and messaged us.  Thursday being a day off work we went over there and took the cat straight off to our vets.

at the vets

at the vets

 

I hastily and provisionally named him Henderson en route to the vets.   Fearing the worst and not wanting him to die without a name.   We got stuck in traffic by a Hendo’s poster and it seemed a good enough name for an orange cat.

We’d  kind of guessed that as he’d been found at the side of the road he must have been hit by a car.  However a careful examination by Dr Tim revealed no such injuries. He was very dehydrated, had a rattly noisy chest, and one of his kidneys is apparently small or out of shape. He was admitted and put on a drip to be re hydrated and had some antibiotics.

What happens next is tricky.  His life had been very much at risk.  If our friend hadn’t taken him that night he’s unlikely to have survived.  Likewise, if we hadn’t taken him to the vets and got him on the drip, he wouldn’t have lived much longer. So that action is entirely justified.   HOWEVER … if he’s that poorly and its not the result of an RTA …. where has he come from?   Surely he can’t have survived long outdoors in that state of health, and the condition of his coat didn’t suggest he’d been roughing it for a long time.  There was no microchip and no collar.   The lady who found him had gone door to door on Thursday morning trying to find where he’d come from …. but no one knew him.  If he’s someone else’s cat …. what /how much can we /should we do?

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home from the vets

Thursday night while he was with the vet was spent online checking lost pet listings, adding him to found pet listings, networking with umpteen facebook groups who help with lost and found pets. We picked him up on Friday night after work. We had what seemed like a plan ….  keep searching for ‘owners’ over the weekend and review on Monday.  He had a little bit of chicken and some mackerel in tomato sauce – nice strongly smelling food to tempt him.   But only a little bit 😦   And this morning he wouldn’t eat anything.

with a few of the rejected dishes of food

with a few of the rejected dishes of food

“Fukkity fuk” … as our Flipper would say.   We were sitting next to a very poorly cat who wouldn’t eat we and have no real idea what the underlying causes of his problems are.   Ownership and responsibilities with dogs is a bit more clear cut I think, but with a cat … especially one without a microchip ….. its much less defined:

a)  If I take him to the vet and pay for lots of treatment .. and then an owner appears … who foots the bill?

b)  If we get him treatment and owner shows up who would have taken a different course of action …. how are they going to respond?  How would I feel if someone had taken my elderly poorly cat and subjected him to treatment I wouldn’t have wanted?

c) If we take him to the vet and vet advises best put to sleep … what then?  Will owners be angry / more heartbroken because they weren’t there / blame us and say that their own vet would have performed some miracle that ours was not capable of?

d) What if we wait while Monday, there’s no one shows up to claim him, he has blood tests which reveal something that had we known a few days earlier we could have effectively treated . .. but its too late now.

e) How to deal with people who think/ say he might be their cat … but aren’t sure … or can’t prove it?   Deepening nightmare of fear that someone might try to claim him for unscrupulous purposes .. and also as the net widens from our “found cat” posts … how do you best help people from miles away who hope against hope that it might be the boy they lost a considerable time ago.  There’s a little more chance of identification with a ginger then a black cat ….. but not much.

f) What happens if it gets a whole lot worse and the vets are closed on Sunday and I’m back at work on Monday and and and ….

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  Working through the list of concerns:

a) Whatever re money … we’re a tiny rescue with not much cash …. but Hendo’s care has to be the priority .. not money

b) I think we can justify this.  Had we not intervened he’d have died already.  There is no listing of lost cat matching his description on the RSPCA site …. not even remotely.  No lost cat posters have been spotted in the area.  Over 15k views of our shared post about him being found and no response.  We’ve also contacted all the vets in the area to try to find out whether he’s their patient.

c) As in (b) ….. though I’d be heartbroken.

e)  If you think he’s your cat you will have to prove it and share the costs of his vet care

So we’re left with D and F as the most difficult concerns to answer and end up back at the vets this afternoon.   He’s had bloods taken for test, more antibiotics and a steroid to help stimulate his appetite.   It’s almost another £100 bill on top of his hospitalisation on Thursday.  Our vets are lovely … and give us  discounts where they can . .. but drugs and tests that go to external labs are difficult to compromise on.

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The immediate result is that things are a bit better, and he’s eating something.  Credit for that has to be shared with Pet Company  …. the fab pet shop just up the road from our vets.  We went in there after Hendo’s appointment to get a variety of tasty foods to tempt him.  While Kate gave him gentle head rubs and snuggles through the bars of his carrier, Nic took me to look at their selection and choose the best ones to tempt him.   More than a little embarrassed but really really touched when after we’d chosen rather a lot of options I was told they were on the house.

Lovely gift from Pet Company

Lovely gift from Pet Company

Delighted to say that Henderson is tucking into the Lily’s Kitchen …………

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A tail of two very different arrivals (1)

We’re building up to having some work done on the house, and last week were given a start date for late February.  Very sensibly we immediately declared that there would be no further arrivals until the work was finished.    Half an hour later we were making arrangements to  pick up Jensen.    He’s an older kitten who had been rescued from someone who wasn’t caring for him months ago .. but dogs and a new human baby whom Jensen was over enthusiastic about meant that he was in trouble again.   Nothing really that he was doing wrong, just no respecter of anyone’s personal space.

jensen before rescue

jensen before rescue

Yet another Leeds based cat, though thankfully this time his family were happy to meet me part way. Woolley Edge Services on the M1 seemed a good half way point … though not exactly ideal as I waited on Northbound while Jensen waited at Southbound. He was in the most amazing packaging …. a crisp box with all his worldly possessions strapped to it.

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It was ingenious and creative …. but in the interests of safety we had a bit of a back seat manoeuvre to transfer him to a proper carrier that could be hooked up to the seat belt.

Although he’d been a confident kit in his previous home, he was shaken up by the change and quite overwhelmed by all the other cats here.  He ran off to hide and we spent several hours poking around the hidden dark corners of the house with a torch looking for him.   Eventually it was Flipper who sniffed him out, wedged behind the cabinet that the printer stands on.

Each day since then, things have got a bit better. By Sunday he was hiding on the window sill behind the curtain, where he could peek out and see what was going on. By Tuesday he’d staked out the conservatory as his domain, still hiding behind plant pots, but amenable to coming out for treats and had started playing a little with Rufus. On Wednesday he came into the lounge looking at the TV and happy to settle near the toys, so long as no one moved.

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On Friday I started to be able to coax him to come to me, and he’d have lots of enthusiastic strokes, but still would scuttle away shortly after. He was playing more with Rufus who is very confident so I hoped they’d have some kitten to kitten chats. It looked hopeful as rather than hiding, I’d walk into a room and he’d be lounging in a hammock or comfy bed, though he’d soon move when he saw me.  He’d come to eat with the other cats at meal times, and  was clearly interested in me …. sneaking a look at me when he thought I hadn’t noticed.

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So this afternoon it was disappointing to find he seemed to have hidden again. To be fair though … I’d been quite caught up in “tail 2” ….. and had had the vacuum cleaner out.   However this evening it was like a switch had been flicked.   I sat in the chair and he came running to climb on my lap.  I tentatively stroked him, not wanting to scare him.  He threw himself at me wanting all the cuddles and snuggles he could get ….. at least a weeks worth to make up for having lost bless him.

Caturday x

Caturday x

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Stretching into the new year

We were lucky enough to find Mike & Milo and Ivy & Robyn new homes immediately after Xmas … well we found the homes before Xmas but they didn’t go until after all the upheaval of festivities was over.  I’ve always liked to see myself as someone who doesn’t stereotype according to gender.   However, the two girls climbed out of their carriers and immediately set about chewing the house plants … and then disappearing behind / under the kitchen units …. and then switched their interest to the Xmas tree.   Milo & Mike on the other hand, came out their carriers, had a potter around, found the food, and then a comfy spot to snuggle down and snooze.

By the time it came to photos they all look innocent as doves, and all of them very happy in their new homes.

Rob & Ivy leaving meant that Tomte could move upstairs into their bedroom rather than being stuck in a crate in the conservatory. That was the start of him settling and feeling much happier.

Once he could stretch his legs he made it clear that his main interest was having cuddles. He was a big hit with the vet nurses when he went to be neutered ….. and loved having them all doting on him.

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In fact he’s becoming a real snuggle bug

Once the lads had gone Daisy Mae was able to come out of her crate and have the back bedroom to herself.   So she’s also stopped hissing and grumbling about “the youth of today”.     She’s  shown herself to be an adorable little cat too  …  still very playful … she’s only 8! (despite her having been under threat of PTS because she was ‘old’ and homeless)  …….  and loving cuddles.

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Meanwhile, downstairs, Dot & Bessie are moving into a happy furever life. Being kittens they’ve had many more adoption enquiries than Tom & Daisy. This evening they’ve sealed a deal with a lovely little family. Well done girls! The future looks bright x

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Amidst the worldly comings and goings, observe how endings become beginnings. – Laozi (Lao Tzu)

There have been very many comings and goings over the last few weeks.  For some reason I thought things would be quieter coming up to Xmas …. what with finishing work for a while and most other people being focused on festivities rather than cats.

Holly & Humbug went off to their new home the weekend before Xmas.  So sweet ….. there’s a bit of an age gap between them right now ….. he’s  probably twice her age ….. but they love each other, and in not very much time it will simply be that he’s a few months older than her.

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Humbug & Hollly

Later that day I went out to Rotherham to pick up Milo & Mike. Their human had taken them in over the summer as kittens to save them from being dumped… but then had some difficulties herself and couldn’t afford to keep them.

We thought that was it for pre Xmas … but a message pinged into our inbox about Daisy Mae.  She was booked in to a vet in Leeds to be put to sleep the following day.  There was nothing wrong with her …..apart from the fact that the landlord had refused pets and she had nowhere else to go.   Not entirely happy to make a journey to the other side of Leeds off we went on the Sunday.   As I was approaching the pick up my headlights started to flick on and off .  They continued to go on and off as she bewailed her misfortune at being stuck in a carrier in the car.  I hadn’t the heart too point out the other misfortune she’d so narrowly escaped.  Her songs of sorrow were so loud that I missed what Seamus the Sat Nav was saying and ended up with flickering headlights in several lanes of ridiculously busy traffic presumably near the centre of Leeds.  You know that point where you think “it can’t get any worse than this”?   Well it was at that point that she poohed, turned around and around, padding at it and ground it into her hands and feet and into the wire of the carrier.  So then we had her singing loudly and tunelessly along to Carols from Winchester on the radio and the windows wide open to cope with the smell along with the fear of breaking down.

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Daisy Mae cuddles

She kicked off big time when she realised she’d be rooming with the boys I picked up the previous day. Thankfully there’s another part of the story where she reveals herself to be a complete sweetheart.

Anyway, just three days at work then peace.    As Thursday, the precious first day off work approached it got busier and busier.  Milo & Mike had been booked in for neuter so vet runs early morning and teatime.  To which we added a health check appointment mid afternoon for Daisy Mae, and then a homecheck after we’d fetched the lads back from the vets.   Settling down in bed on Wednesday night the phone pinged.  Long story short …. we were fitting in a run to Bradford between first and second vet trip to collect a kitten who had been living behind a take away for a week.

Bradford Bessie

Bradford Bessie

The journey home with Bessie couldn’t have been more different from that with Daisy Mae. She settled herself in her carrier, had a good wash, and then by the time we were on M1(S) she was fast asleep. The day filled out more by taking her to the vets as well as Daisy Mae and then the person who was home checked coming to meet the kittens straight after the homecheck.

Phew … all done by 10pm Thursday evening …. we could settle for Xmas.   And then the phone pinged.   Email about a local cat who appeared to be homeless.  They’d taken our advice from earlier in the week and gone to the vet with him to be scanned for a chip.  No joy …. and he wasn’t neutered either.   I agreed to pick him up on Xmas Eve.  The following day though, was vile weather and ended up going for him late Friday evening.

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mr sad face Tomte arrives

Our dream was of a festive home filled with the aroma of pine tree, cinnamon and good food.  The reality was a house completely engulfed in the pungent smell of tom cat.   At least he appears happy and unusually for a cat, a little grateful.

happier Tomte

happier Tomte

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