picking up the pieces and gratuitous pics

we are getting back to normal after losing all the babies so here are some gratuitous pics

willow, ace, polly

major tom

cecil likes the new cabinet

chuchundra [piper]

we had some cold days; worrals appreciates her jumper

and simon has scampi and hazel to keep him warm

Pixy sulking on the top because there was no room in his arms

willow found a paper bag

scampi and tom found the radiator and the t-shirt which was on it drying

yes, that is 5 cats on my lap and legs - polly, ace, willow, worrals and dora

Dora and Rebel are living under my duvet on the residual warmth of the hot water bottle emerging for food and to use the tray 

I haven't had the heart to post ...

.... because Kelly suddenly developed Kidney Failure just before Christmas and we had to have the vet in to put him to sleep.  We always knew with the privations he had been through that he would not have a long life but we did not think it would be this short.

Leo is still with us, he has had a bladder infection as well as his kidney failure but he is maintaining his weight, and when we had a few brief days of warmth he was enjoying the sun on the windowsill outside while the others went out in the run.  Otherwise life ticks on.  Pixy is a bit more cuddly and a bit less knacky to the others.  And you know it is cold when the cold nose on the back of the neck causes a flinch response to let Tom down the duvet and you realise you have Tom and Cecil down your back and Worrals and Rebel down your front all pretending not to see each other.

last pic of Kelly with Leo and Ace - lucky Simon 

Leo on the penthouse of cat storage

Polly has been cuddling Kelly's brothers

Gypsy has been perching on the heater behind my map storage

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.