Tuesday, 24 July 2012

So am I insane?

I joined a group on facebook which is rescuing cats from, among other places, Romania, with a team of wonderful Romanian rescuers and vets, who are fighting hard for the feral cats there.  And there was one who stole my heart.
She had had her feet tied up so tightly together, and by 10-year-old CHILDREN for goodness sake that she was gangrenous.  Will she lose one or more legs?  as yet unknown .  But if I'm permitted to have her, however many legs she ends up with, she's going to have a home here.  Black cats are not popular in Romania. 
Her name is PIXIE and I named her in memory of Leprechaun, the tabby cat caught in a trap whose story I was following online. 
This is the group Anya's blind cats and dogs which is mostly set up for special needs animals... there's an auction set up there, so do go take a look, if you're in Europe especially the UK!  here for auction
Cute isn't she, so alert despite the pain..

Anyone who does not want to see graphic, don't go own any further as there's a picture of her leg

I'll keep everyone posted!

Friday, 13 July 2012

Attack of ... Demon Cat?

this is a story written by Boudicca Rising about an incident that happened when her cat was determined to get in on the act.  Personal belief of anyone else is none of my business and I will delete any comments that are in anyway intolerant from any side.  

For years, after a plague of evangelical Christians on my doorstep, I have been left alone to pretty much get on with my Pagan life.
Until tonight. Tonight, there was a tentative knock at the door. I knew before I answered it that it might involve somebody selling something. My friends all rap on the door smartly as I am a bit hard of hearing. This was a soft-as-micies-sleeping knock so I just knew …
Answering the door, I recognised the lady from way back. Bless her, several years on and still gamely knocking on people’s doors so that others may knock on the pearly gates.
I stood through the usual schpiel and pro-offered pamphlet to join her at the Group Hug of the Holy Spirit Tabernacle Bigots Society or some such; said thanks but no thanks, I was Pagan … and then my troubles started

How long had I been a Pagan? How interesting. How did I found out about it? Wow. Did I not think that the bible really, truly held the truth? No, oh goodness. She was actually very sweet.
But at this point, a demon cat intervened. Poppet loves the front garden. He loves the front garden so much that he is not allowed outside when I am not home, as I (and my neighbours) have to keep on removing him from the front and putting him round the back. I am well aware of his fixation with the front door as he has, on many occasions, bested me and dived out of it.
Whilst chatting to her, I explained why I was holding the door closed. Poppet got tired of trying to push his nose through my legs (this lasted throughout the topic of whether or not the Romans were here before Christ). Right at the point where I mentioned Augustine, Poppet decided that jumping on my back was an option, so Religious Lady was suddenly confronted by a white grinning cat face looming at her from the dark. She shrieked (and may have peed a little).
But gamely on she went. I am not sure whether anyone has tried to remove a cat from their back whilst holding a door to with one hand – but it is not easy and rather painful, ultimately achievable by being flexible enough to grab hold of cat whilst sending “I’m going to deprive you of fresh fish for a week” thoughts through the human-animal subconscious divide.

Objective achieved and “Ah, so you worship many Gods?” she asked. “Yes” I replied. “Which ones?” she asked. So I explained. I have to admit being impressed by the homework she had done. Poppet tried the scratch down the leg trick but I felt it coming and finally, all went quiet.
We continued chatting back and forth – we had got onto the Koran (we had already covered Hinduism). I was starting to lose steam and interest.
Suddenly, there was a small, breathless squeak from the lady, who was looking down in horror. Poppet, having attempted every which way to escape out the front, had managed to squeeze his head under the door. And, teeth bared and eyes wide, was staring up at us like so much decapitated cat.
I paused for a second, checked that his body was truly behind the door, said “excuse me” and told him off for being brainless. Foiled again, he withdrew and stomped off on four paws into the front room to have a sulk.
“So”, I said, “where were we?”. However, Decap Cat had clearly wrong-footed her and she quickly made her excuses and left.
I bet I am now down as the nice Pagan lady who doesn’t mind a chat but has demonically possessed cats.

full version may be read on Boudicca's blog here