minus one

I’m sorry to say that Gaia kind of made the decision for herself. Come the morning of her vet appointment she did the wall of death around the front bedroom again, bit through my thickest gardening gloves and hid in a corner. Wimp that I am (though paper-thin skin on my hands from eczema and steroid use plays a fair part in this) I waited for CAT to come and remove her. She’s been spayed and gone back to the garden she came from. I’m kind of sad she wasn’t able to do better for herself, but its lovely that she’s been able to go ‘home’ and has shelter and food and care.

gizmo

She’s been able to give little Gizmo a better start in life though – he’s not scared of humans, and she never did anything whilst she was in foster care to discourage him making friendships with the humans. He’s going to make someone a wonderful companion very soon. Someone needs to have a discrete word in his ear …. litter trays are for peeing “in” not “next to”. Once he’s got the hang of that he’ll be flying. He’s such a cute little guy …. doing his bestest to keep up with the bigger people. Cookie, the next in size to him, and the only other boy in a gang of girls, has been good with him.

Feast or Famine

That’s a bit how its felt around here these last few weeks.    A couple of weeks ago “nothing” was happening.    No sign of potential adopters for Obi & Amara, or Alfie.   No news of  if and when Honey & Amber might be able to go home.  Nothing to write home about.

Then Obi and Amara befriended a stray who has come to be known as Jack.  He’s the white and tabby lad on my previous post.   An unusual colour though oddly matched by Honey.   He’s a scared boy but grateful for the free meals.   He’s been heart breakingly wet over the last week or so.  I can’t let him in but we’ve made various shelters around the garden for him.

jack

The simultaneously dreaded and longed for call came about Obi and Amara, and they went off to their new home last weekend.   The little monkeys have really landed on their feet.  Got themselves a lovely pair of new humans, with garden and trees and stream.

Then the other long awaited call came.  Honey and Amber’s mummy isn’t going to be able to have them home with her, so they’re here until we can find a new home for them.  It wasn’t entirely unexpected, but its a worry.  Honey is your average lovely pet puss, but she needs to find a home that will take her and Amber (her daughter).   Amber is such a sweet, pretty little love but will need a special home that can understand her fear of humans and give her space to be as she is.

news – good and sad

The good news is that I’ve heard from all the 4Rs this week.   Interesting that they all decided to get in touch at the same time.

rabbit & radish enjoying the sunshine

Radish and Rabbit have been outside enjoying the sunshine this week.  I dropped in on them unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago and found them happily sprawled across their human’s bed.  Rabbit still has his endearing habit of carrying his tail so high that its almost laid along his back 🙂  These lads are well in and clearly loved to bits.

robin & rocket - grubby handed cat burglars 😉

Rocket and Robin have sent pictures of them also snuggled on mummy’s bed – despite having grubby hands after rummaging around in the attic.    Their human apologises for the quality of the photos but they’re taken on her phone since her camera disappeared.  Seems Robin is the main suspect, it sounds like he has a habit of collecting stuff and stashing it away in his treasure trove.  Perhaps I should have warned her?   I rediscovered so many things when I cleaned their bedroom out after they’d moved.   Then again, it looks like she loves them so much they’d get away with anything.

It’s less good news at home.

this big boy so needs a home of his own

Alfie is thoroughly fed up living here and being stuck in his bedroom a lot of the time because

he doesn’t get on with the other cats.  He’s lonely, missing his human, and feeling the need to

stretch his legs.  He’s such a snuggle bug, loves a cuddle and human company.

There must be someone out there with an Alfie shaped hole in their lives?

(that’s a pretty large hole – he’s a big lad)

remedial cat flap lessons 😉

The kittens – Obi and Amara – are happy little souls.  They’re able to go out in the garden to play now and are having a wonderful time.   It’s sad that there have been no enquiries about them though.

Seems that kittens their age are simply past their sell by date.   Even sadder that most people seem to be looking for kittens who are so young they’re really too young to have left their mothers.   They are the most adorable little furry people.

new toy

I wish these photos had come out better – then again a proper camera rather than the one on my phone might have helped.   But here is Obi and Amara discovering their new toy.  It’s a battery operated box with a motion sensor.  When it senses the kitties near it the mouse whirls round inside the box.   Their foster cousin, Daisy, was terrified by it, my boys were bored and irritated by it.   Jango fell asleep by the motion sensor so it didn’t stop.  But this kept the naughty little monkeys out of other trouble for nearly half an hour.

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get down!

amara trashing plants

I’m not complaining ….. but sometimes fostering feels like  a cross between running a B&B and a borstal!

another casualty of the over enthusiastic furry gardeners

In the olden days when it was just the midgecat and me, we had a meditation CD.  Mainly silence, but with the intermittent sound of a bell to bring one’s concentration back.  I’m thinking of recording something similar ……….  periods of silence ……. with intermittent cries of “get down”  and  “leave that alone”.  I could leave it on repeat and guarantee that 85% of the time it would be a valid comment on a delinquent kitten’s behaviour.  Perhaps if I also recorded shouts of “Obi!”  and “Amara!” and set it to shuffle tracks I could still hit the mark 50% of the time.   They’re little rogues ……. adorable little rogues ……… but little horrors none the less.  They sooo need a home of their own where they can have more attention than they’re having now and the run of a garden where they can be little monkeys to their hearts content and work off some of that kitten energy.

Surely there must be someone out there who values their house plants and sanity less than the satisfaction of having saved these two from a life of furry crime?