Thursday, 31 October 2013

And now we are eight...

....because Gypsy, who was going to be number 7, has now arrived with us, her poor paw entirely healed by clever Dr Osman.  We pledged to take her after we lost Pixie because Gypsy had an enlarged paw from wire around it too.
she wasn't too sure about sharing the bathroom with a tortoise... Toddles woke up in a bout of warmer weather and was trying to escape from his box, so I put him in the bath for a week or so....
She did find the green bird/fish toy...
I wish I had been able to photograph her playing ball with Saffron once Toddles was back in his box, but I was sitting on the loo and had no camera...

she has found her way downstairs and here she is having made friends with Rebel, who looks HUGE next to her! 

Onyx meanwhile has been on my lap sleeping [the 5 hour stint was a little painful]; he is coming to love and trust us.Here he is with Worrals and Saffron.  Saffron is plainly exhausted after playing tennis in the bath with Gypsy.







Rosie meanwhile has settled in as though she always lived here.  I swear Pixie talks through her sometimes.  She and Dora can share the easy chair by the range.  I don't think there can be many more loving little girls than Rosie, I think she must have been someone's much loved pet once.  We still wait to see if she has a season and so will need neutering but my guess is that she has been neutered.  I only hope someone in Romania isn't mourning a loss with no closure, if the incident that damaged her eye drove her from home and left her lost and in need of the wonderful care Cristina Cristescu gave her. 

Worrals, little mother of all the world, says that caring for new girls is exhausting.  Here she is in my duvet with only her head showing...
And last, but definitely not least, Mackie.
It was Dora who first discovered the box my new secondhand laptop came in, but Mackie shoulderbarged his way in, and declared it was His Box And Look, It Says Fragile With Care On It. 




Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Foster Fail!

So, we were going to foster Rosie, a little cat from Romania in general poor health and with a damaged eye, weighing in, on her arrival at just 2.5 kg, at two and a half years old.

Well, when she started putting her arms round our necks, and wrapping herself like a living zibellino around necks and launching herself into our arms, that kind of went out of the window.  And generous Denise, who had been going to adopt her, suggested we might keep her if she helped with her upkeep.

And so we are seven... having already pledged on Gypsy, who will arrive later this month.  And Worrals has really taken Rosie under her wing and has been washing her and sitting beside her.  Mackie vewed the new arrival with some horror and declared that She Was So Small, She Might Get Lost In His Fur!  The others have, however, taken to Rosie in a quite unprecedented way, as though they had always known her.  And perhaps, as she has so many little ways that are a reminder of Pixie, like those neck hugs and big face smooches, they have been given some orders from Elsewhere...