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That’s what I wanted!

See, this is what the whole exercise was about: cat buddies. They’ve been playfighting and rough-housing, but this is the first time I’ve caught them having a snooze together.

Something about not usually being allowed to sleep on the bed that will do that.

‘Twas a glorious sunny day in the garden today, but another near freezing one tonight – a pattern that will be repeated for some time.

Off for a bath!

March 25, 2020 — 7:36 pm
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Last trip for a while…

We were non-compliant today! We left the house!

We’ve had Wellington’s last shots scheduled for weeks. This morning, we called the vet and they counselled us to come in as planned as this was their last day for who knows how long. They’re shutting it down. We didn’t get to go in, though. You wait in your car, someone comes out and takes the cat carrier, vanishes inside and returns a little while later with your cat.

Nice young lady vet came out and said, “I know this one! I did his castration!”

How nice.

Afterwards, we swung by the gas station and got some bread and toilet paper, as you do.

And that’s it. Now we’re locked down tight.

*sighs* *looks around the room* *sighs again*

March 24, 2020 — 8:34 pm
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Not so sure about this ‘going outside’ thing

Wellington was allowed out for the first time today. He’s not entirely sure about it.

He wouldn’t go more than a foot or two from the back door until I finally picked him up and carried him around front, to the garden proper.

It wasn’t raining (for once), though everything is persistently wet. He skulked around in the shadows for an hour and then asked to come in.

He will learn to love it, I can see that. But it’s all a bit much for a little pussycat wot’s never been allowed out before.

The chickens lost their shit. He didn’t even chase them, he just ran across the garden near them. One excitable girl flew ten feet in the air and twenty feet forward and had to be coaxed out of the hedge with a handful of cracked corn. And then they all screamed for the rest of the afternoon.

He looks like a little weasel, to be honest.

March 12, 2020 — 9:55 pm
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We got there in the end…

WHO has declared it a pandemic because “eight countries have more than a thousand cases”. Like that’s been the definition all along. You’d think they’d’ve said so.

Not much more to note. I’m refreshing the numbers every few, still puzzled by the variability country by country. I suspect it will all even out in the end.

Wellington is home and fine. A little strung out on the general anesthesia and pain meds, but wrestling on the floor with Boo (much to the consternation of Boo, who was just getting used to having the comfy chair again). I’ve spoken to his last owner, who called to make sure he came out of it okay.

And yes, it’s probably going to end up as Wellie, Boots or Bootsie.

March 11, 2020 — 8:32 pm
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Won’t anyone think of Wellington’s balls?

I think we’ve settled on Wellington. He’s down on the vet’s register as that, so it’s a done deal. We took him in late this afternoon for a neutering early tomorrow morning.

I hate to think how scared he must be tonight, in the dark in a cage with the bad smells and the scary sounds.

You may remember I sought him out as company for our two-year-old cat, who’s a sociable little chap. Of course, being a kitten, Wellington has driven Boo nuts. Playfighting too hard, giving him no peace. It will settle down when he grows up a little, but he’s driven Boo out of the house many’s a time.

And now that Wellington has inexplicably vanished, Boo is beside himself. He’s gone all around the house to the places the little one liked to hide. I’ve never seen a cat do this.

Now he’s gone outside. I hope he isn’t looking for Welly out there in the dark.

Virus update: as predicted, now they’re taking testing seriously in the US, the confirmed cases are swelling. From under 200 a week ago to almost 800 tonight. Still too lackadaisical in the UK, though – including my employer, who was shocked when I suggested cancelling a large gathering later this week.

March 10, 2020 — 9:18 pm
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I think he’s settled in

What he doesn’t know is, he’ll be neutered Wednesday. Or, as the vet bluntly called it, castrated.

But after that, he can go out into the world and he wants that more than anything. We’re still in contact with the woman we got him from. She confirmed to me that her living room was the only place he’d ever been.

She’s a very nice lady, but that was never going to work. I think this guy is going to be a bruiser.

If only he would tell us his name.

Have a good weekend, everyone. Remember your clocks change on Sunday (we have another couple of weeks). The sun had some real strength and virtue in it today, and no rain. Hold on!

p.s. does the pope coronavirus?

March 6, 2020 — 9:34 pm
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I always hated the ‘be patient’ part

I wanted them to interact through the cage for a few days so they could get used to each other in safety, but little Noname escaped this morning.

When big cat isn’t around, I can coax the kitten out to play, but they’re at the point of the intercat relationship where they sit three feet apart and scream at each other. Funny, big cat has a little high pitched voice and little cat has a deep growl.

Anyway, home late tonight. That will have to do. We’re getting there!

February 13, 2020 — 10:21 pm
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Glimpsed through the bars

Our new puss.

It’s a sad story, as it turns out. Recently widowed, her sons talked her into getting a kitten for company. Now she’s developed a terrible allergy to him. Her doctor has given her inhalers and strong drugs and everything. She’s not well generally, so in the end she had to give up.

The cat is clearly very sad. The woman is, too. He’s six months old and they were obviously attached to each other. He’s hiding in his pet carrier and won’t be consoled. She was just on the phone seeing how he was getting on. She’d been crying.

He’s an absolute stunner. All ginger with no white on him, beautifully proportioned and healthy. He will make a fine cat.

But I’ve never taken an animal out of a loving home before. Turns out, it’s a real downer.

February 12, 2020 — 8:58 pm
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It shouldn’t be this hard!

Kitten shopping. Nobody has them in stock.

I’m taking two weeks off work, so I thought it was the perfect time to add a cat, while I had time to fuss over it and help it adjust.

Yes, we started with the local shelters, of which there are many. Brits like their cats and dogs and all of their shelters are private and no-kill.

Two problems there. First, they nearly always try to home them in pairs. It makes sense if the two are very attached, but I don’t think that’s always the case. We definitely don’t want two.

Second, most of the shelters do home inspections. Do they do this in the States now? I think it’s completely mad. There’s even advice online for passing your inspection (like hiding the wine bottles). I am not inclined to put up with that for the privilege of taking in an old stray moggie.

So now I’m burning up the classified ads. Most of those, as you can see, are purebred animals with eye-watering prices. But check out that first little sweetie — an ordinary tabby-and-white and they’re trying to get £250 for her. There’s a lot of that going on.

So far, everyone I called had gotten rid of the cat ages ago and didn’t bother to take down the ad. Or they simply haven’t returned my call.

How can it be this hard?

December 19, 2019 — 8:42 pm
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Location: my lap

Kitteh has decided he can’t bear to sleep anywhere but my lap. Must be a winter thing. He wuv me soooo much.

It’s really buggering up my hips and knees. I prop my feet up on a footstool and he settles on my upper thigh and it’s bending my joints wrong. Little dude is getting heavy.

Anyway, I’ve escaped for a moment (he’s gone outside for a wee) to wish you a good weekend. Good weekend!

December 6, 2019 — 9:18 pm
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