It’s been a bit hectic around here over Christmas.
Fans of the Xmas tree will be pleased to know that it survived, albeit somewhat dishevelled and denuded, until Xmas morning. At that point my old Sooty boy could resist no longer. Ever one to want to overcome his arthritis and copy the kittens, he finally started fiddling with some of the toys and then having showing amazing restraint over the last couple of weeks decided to try to climb it like Obi was doing. That was one challenge too many for the poor tree and it folded itself up, shuffled out of its final fairy lights and begged to be returned to the loft for a little peace and quiet.
Gabriel, the craziest angel of them all, and his long suffering friend Star moved to a different foster home after Christmas and my lovely Duke came ‘home’. We were gutted to see Duke again, though his company is a delight. His new home had fallen apart after family disagreements over Xmas and he found himself back in rescue yet again. Poor boy – back into his basket under the window and stoically trying to make the best of it. The lad must think that this is how the world is …….. continually moving from pillar to post.
Then we have a couple of guests who were rather more planned. When my ex foster twins’ new human showed them the holiday brochure with the glittering lights of America they asked if they might come to stay with me instead – not for them the airport lounges and strategic nightmares of airline meals. And so we’ve welcomed the kitties “formerly known as Willow and Aspen” for a holiday. They first arrived with me over a year ago as little hissy spitty things, who had been born at a Timber Specialists down at Hillsborough. This was a rare little family who had dropped lucky. Mum and four kittens had been spotted living rough by the guys who worked there, and they had cared for them until they could be found a rescue place. They left me just before last Xmas, much more confident but still at that kind of leggy adolescent stage. If I’d not had updates from their new human I’d never have recognised the two big tabby beauties who arrived as house guests last week. What a delight – to see them as grown ups, loved to bits by their new human, and happy with their lives.
accidental fosterer 