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 ...

Thursday, 25 May 2017

Some gratuitous pictures

Yes there are 6 cats and yes, one of them is Rosie because it's been a while since I emptied the camera. Pixy [on my shoulder] Worrals [in my dressing gown on my chest sucking my nighty] Gypsy [pounding and sucking in the crook of my arm]  Ace, [sitting still and growing good] Rosie [sprawled across me] and Rebel,[bum up to Ace.]  

It's been a funny month, 4 seasons in one month as you might say. The rubbish tip trio have integrated totally.

Piper, alias Chuchundra, is getting more used to people, he has let me groom him a little. 

Gypsy likes to sleep beside me on the sofa when he isn't actually making puddings on our arms

Cecil knows how to make himself comfy

they all love the run of course1

Spot the worrals!

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

more insanity but of a good kind

when we knew we were going to lose Rosie we discussed that we would take one or two disabled cats, and spoke to Animal Action Cyprus, knowing that they had some cats they despaired of rehoming.  So we shall be taking Monkey, a black and white princess who has lost her tail, and so has the same poop problems as Kelly, but not as kitteny and sticky, and Mr Tom, who has had a bad paw for a while and was finally trapped for an amputation.  Obviously he can't go back to the street colony.  Lovely Clare has been caring for them, but she is snowed under with cats and kittens as well as the street cats she feeds.
Animal Action Cyprus is covering the costs of the transport but a little help for them wouldn't come amiss, please, at  You Caring

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Rosie is gone.

I've never known anything like it.  Rosie had Ace, Worrals, Rebel, Gypsy, Cecil and even Pixy taking part in a vigil of cuddling next to her on the sofa on my lap during the day.  She died in Simon's arms as he took a turn cuddling her about 9pm.  She will leave a large hole, but as she was very depressed when Saffron died, I wonder if that's what set it all off. 


Rosie is taking dying seriously now. She really enjoyed that last meal of chicken, but squiggled into Simon's arms during the night and is fading fast. She's drunk some cat milk and some broth from the chicken bones but that's the limit of her efforts. She's on my feet, with a hot water bottle, she has wriggled out from under the rug.  She has a little drop of thin April sunshine. 

Ace has been cuddling Rosie and looking after her, all the Rubbish Tip 3 have to some extent, but Ace especially.  She was their little mummy when they arrived, and they know how to pay love debts back. They are going from strength to strength, and Kelly and Piper are already becoming big cats.  Piper also answers to'Chuchundra' [for those of you who do not know your Kipling, in the extra tales at the back of Jungle Book was the story of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, the mongoose, and Chuchundra is the musk rat who goes round the edge of the room because he doesn't dare cross the middle.  It suits.] Ace is still a little little cat and probably always will be. Kelly has taken on Linnie's mantle as the Prince of Daftness, and Ace is the Kronprinz of Kisses even if not the King.  Cecil is also trying to be a prince of daftness.  Right now he's come to lie with Rosie, I'm not sure if it's the sun puddle that attracts him, or altruism, but he is good when cats are under the weather. 

Scampi and Gypsy, being my biggest, and the biggest cowards in the UK, had lovely Lauren come out to innoculate them at home.  And Gypsy still went beresk.  He would have gone berserk but that requires more brain power than he can muster, so beresk it had to be.  However, he was on my arm making puddings with both ends that evening, instead of the both of them decamping to live under Simon's bed for three days, so worth having Lauren out on call. 

Leo is still enjoying his lion cut, and loves to cuddle daddy.  

We had a few days warm sunshine, unlike today's thin and icy offering, and so the window was opened. Rosie was able to go out, and enjoyed it, basking. 

Here are some gratuitous April pictures, which include a lot of Rosie just because.  I don't expect her to live the day out, she's sleeping herself away. 

My brother

Ace and Rosie

Rebel and Rosie

Kelly with Worrals [she had been washing him]

Can that be Princess Pixy Neferkity Merybast with her tongue stuck out?

Gypsy has to sort out his nethers

As you can see next to Cecil, Piper is a big boy!

"Dear all, the weather is here, wish you were lovely. Dora."

Princess Pixy wondering whether to go in or out

Hey mum!  she sat on me!

that's better

Rebel and Rosie playing mirrors

Cecil, Ace and Leo

I love that floofy tummy!

Double Daddy occupancy, Rosie and Leo

We got a bit of flesh back on her and she enjoyed the warm days

couldn't resist this picture of Cecil wearing the tower.