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Well, as mentioned in 'I'm back...', I seem to have acquired a new feline. Well, an old one, actually. Not even a functional one. Let me explain...
I drop off towels from my gym to the local CPL lady every couple of months. This time it was Tuesday the 30th December and when I arrived, she said, 'Oh it's strange you should call me, as I was thinking about you.'
She went on to explain that she had a cat that needed someone special (read 'mug'). This poor little cat was brought in by an old lady going into a home, only there was something not quite right. Turns out she's got liver failure (cat, not lady) and although quite perky, is probably not too long for this world. Because of the medication and her age (14), she's pretty much unhomeable.
So, CPL lady asked if I would consider taking her to live out her days in a house, rather than a pen. No pressure, can take her back...
...well naturally 24 hours later I have a flippin' cat, much to Rosco's (current cat) disgust. He's actually doing ok, though and it just shows how far he's come since I got him two years ago. I was concerned that I'd have to keep her in one bedroom, which is still 10x the size of a pen, hence I agreed to take her. However, 24hrs after installing her in the house, she's claimed my bed as her own, stays out of the way of the grumpy git downstairs and all we've had are a couple of hisses here and there. They're separated while I'm at work, but I'm confident that soon they'll be mixing all the time. It's only because Rosco likes to go out that I've separated them today - during the last couple of days I've had him shut in and both had the run of the house.
Hopefully she's got a few months left in her, yet, but her last weigh in at the vet on Fri showed that she'd lost a little more weight.
Anyhoo, here she is. Check out the undignified one, which just goes to show, she is no lady!!
I drop off towels from my gym to the local CPL lady every couple of months. This time it was Tuesday the 30th December and when I arrived, she said, 'Oh it's strange you should call me, as I was thinking about you.'
She went on to explain that she had a cat that needed someone special (read 'mug'). This poor little cat was brought in by an old lady going into a home, only there was something not quite right. Turns out she's got liver failure (cat, not lady) and although quite perky, is probably not too long for this world. Because of the medication and her age (14), she's pretty much unhomeable.
So, CPL lady asked if I would consider taking her to live out her days in a house, rather than a pen. No pressure, can take her back...
...well naturally 24 hours later I have a flippin' cat, much to Rosco's (current cat) disgust. He's actually doing ok, though and it just shows how far he's come since I got him two years ago. I was concerned that I'd have to keep her in one bedroom, which is still 10x the size of a pen, hence I agreed to take her. However, 24hrs after installing her in the house, she's claimed my bed as her own, stays out of the way of the grumpy git downstairs and all we've had are a couple of hisses here and there. They're separated while I'm at work, but I'm confident that soon they'll be mixing all the time. It's only because Rosco likes to go out that I've separated them today - during the last couple of days I've had him shut in and both had the run of the house.
Hopefully she's got a few months left in her, yet, but her last weigh in at the vet on Fri showed that she'd lost a little more weight.
Anyhoo, here she is. Check out the undignified one, which just goes to show, she is no lady!!
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