Thursday, 6 July 2017

Not as bad as feared!

Leo had his stitches out and has a clean bill of health so far as tumours are concerned! he has been enjoying the summer weather, though not in the hotter parts of the day.  And here are some gratuitous photos of cats [and one tortoise]











Monday, 19 June 2017

Never ending gloom - sick Leo

Leo's left eye socket broke  open spraying pus, so we took him to the vet and it turns out that there was an infection in his jaw which went up.  it may be a tumour.  Please would all of Leo's fans pray for him that it's just infection  and that he may have more years in which to be pampered, he has had so much shit in his little life, he deserves a good break.

Sunday, 11 June 2017

Welcome to our new disabled kittehs

We collected Mr Tom, and Monkey [who is going to learn a new name; I am not going to yell an insulting name longer than I have to, she's going to be Polly-Wolly-Doodle to go with Kelly's nickname Kelly-welly-doodle] from Heathrow, more journey for the poor babies.  Tom was not happy.
We brought them into the house in the crate to get used to people.



 as you can see there was some interest in them, and they stayed curled up together all night.  However when I opened the cage to clean out the mayhem of how the litter tray contents had transferred into their water and food bowls, out strolled Mr Tom followed by Polly.  So as they seemed to be getting on well with introducing themselves we put the cage down.  


"Hey! No fair, I can't get out of the bottom!"


it was a scorcher so we had the window open into the run, and Polly gave us a scare by disappearing, she turned out to be under the old palet we have in there for helping the less able ones to climb in and out. 
Then Mr Tom figured out the catflap and disappeared from the study.  There was no way he could get out so we didn't worry, and he turned up having found our bedroom.   He's playing least in sight at the moment, he had a very traumatic journey. Polly spent most of yesterday evening on my lap and is now assessing things from Saffron's old favourite place, the cupboard under the stairs.  Tom was eating dry food over night, and Polly comes for food.  They are not impressed because they are having to make do on a mix of Animonda and Felix because the 3 days delivery of Grau promise should have arrived on Friday and I'm not pleased with Zooplus over this. 

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

RIP Onyx

So it wasn't unexpected; he was 18, he had battled and overcome kidney disease, but we are still grieving.
Onyx spent his last night on my bed, which made me thing something was wrong, and I was thinking about the vet in the morning, but he followed me to the toilet at about 3am and said he was hungry.  So I fed him.  He was on my feet at 7am, and I dozed off for a while.
When I got up, I found he had used his litter tray and had taken himself under the coffee table where he was in a coma.  So, cancelled everything for the morning to hold him. Ace was brilliant.  He put his arms around him and cuddled him, and I can't help wondering how many friends he saw die in Cyprus and eased their passing with cuddles. 
We've planted a rose bush on him because he was a bit prickly, but a beautiful boy when you got past his thorns.


I don't have a huge number of photos of Onyx; he really was reclusive and camera shy, but here he is, showing his shiny fur after he had beaten kidney problems
This is Onyx at the weekend, my last picture of him. In retrospect he's starting to look old here.  But he was still soliciting caresses and purring, and eating well.  Was he Biff's litter mate, or did Biff just pick him as a panther for us by making him sound just that once like Biff with his characteristic 'M'rraaak' noise?  who knows. He was Biff's brother in spirit.
So now we are down to one pantherette and the house feels empty again ...