Have had a wide variety of cats in the past.
A Tabby who was very much in charge of the household but who would bring home strays who looked like they needed a good feed and a bit of TLC.
3 Stray ginger toms, courtesy of the above tabby, all of whom made a house brick look like a nobel prize winner, including one who regularly fell of fences.
Assorted black and white cats of assorted sex and vintage. The youngest should have been doing cat food commercials but ended up living in the stables and hunting rats and rabbits for herself. She was totally feral in the house, I still have the scars . Left to live in the stables she was the sweetest most affectionate cat I've ever had.
The eldest of these turned up one night when I came home drunk and left the back door open. I woke up in the morning with damp feet and couldn't work out why untill I saw the mangiest cat I had ever met asleep at the foot of the bed.
When I tried to shoe him out he could barely move and when I took a closer look it was clear he was in a very bad way. Starved, flea ridden and with a couple of nasty oozing wounds.
I wrapped him in a tea towel and chucked him in a cardboard box to take to the local PDSA. He didnt put up much of a fight. When they saw him they cleaned him up and checked him out. Turned out that as well as the injuries and starvation he had a dodgy heart. They gave him a shot of antibiotics and vitamins and basically told me he was on his last legs and at least his last week or so would be comfortable if I was happy to take him in. I went home with enough antibitocs and pills for his heart to see him through to what we thought would be the end.
3 years later his kidneys finally packed in and I had to have him put to sleep. Was one of the very few times I've cried in front of strangers.
A Tabby who was very much in charge of the household but who would bring home strays who looked like they needed a good feed and a bit of TLC.
3 Stray ginger toms, courtesy of the above tabby, all of whom made a house brick look like a nobel prize winner, including one who regularly fell of fences.
Assorted black and white cats of assorted sex and vintage. The youngest should have been doing cat food commercials but ended up living in the stables and hunting rats and rabbits for herself. She was totally feral in the house, I still have the scars . Left to live in the stables she was the sweetest most affectionate cat I've ever had.
The eldest of these turned up one night when I came home drunk and left the back door open. I woke up in the morning with damp feet and couldn't work out why untill I saw the mangiest cat I had ever met asleep at the foot of the bed.
When I tried to shoe him out he could barely move and when I took a closer look it was clear he was in a very bad way. Starved, flea ridden and with a couple of nasty oozing wounds.
I wrapped him in a tea towel and chucked him in a cardboard box to take to the local PDSA. He didnt put up much of a fight. When they saw him they cleaned him up and checked him out. Turned out that as well as the injuries and starvation he had a dodgy heart. They gave him a shot of antibiotics and vitamins and basically told me he was on his last legs and at least his last week or so would be comfortable if I was happy to take him in. I went home with enough antibitocs and pills for his heart to see him through to what we thought would be the end.
3 years later his kidneys finally packed in and I had to have him put to sleep. Was one of the very few times I've cried in front of strangers.
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