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.

which is harder to manage? kittens or word press?

honey and amber looking out from bedroom window

amara straight up the first tree she finds

 

I’m determined to try to get the hang of wordpress but its not proving easy.  Images all over the place at the moment.  And how do you know a slideshow from an image from a gallery?  It’s probably quite simple to a lot of people, but its not coming easily to me and is slightly hampered by small furries clambering over the keyboard at regular intervals.

Then again it may be easier than this morning’s task which was to take the little ones outside again.  They both have more confidence today so were ready to go a bit further ……… eeeeeeeek.  Obi jumped over the next door neighbours fence and Amara popped through to the neighbours who back on to us.  Thankfully Jango had shown me all the ways through between gardens when Radish and Rabbit first went out so it was mainly just a matter of making sure that the little ones found them.

I do think its one of scariest things in living with cats though – those first few times of them being allowed out.

snowed in and snowed under

……….. and loving it.

Honey’s daughter, Amber, arrived on Monday evening.  The first thing I noticed about her is that her voice is very similar to her mummy’s.  Having listened to her mummy sing 4 part harmony with her 3 pals on the way to drop the friends off at another foster home, I’d got quite familiar with it.  It was somewhat reminiscent of the Norwegian Forest cats I fostered last year.  They treated Biff and I to a medley of Scandinavian folk songs which lasted from Leeds to Sheffield.

The second thing I noticed about Amber is how very pretty she is.   Her whole body is a combination of the lovely colours in her mum’s tail.  The third thing I noticed was Amber’s tail disappearing under my bed …… and that’s more or less the last I saw of her for a couple of days.

Very mixed feelings this week when I went to collect some cat things that were donated to us.  A lovely young woman had lost both her cats in road accidents over the last year, and had decided not to have another cat.  A very loving home, on what seemed a quiet road.  It’s just not fair.  At least these two little ones were loved and knew it throughout their short lives.  Sadly not all of them can say that.

Amber has claimed the bed that came from there as her own, and looks so much happier and more settled now.  Honey seems relieved to have found her girl again.  And Smudge has given up on the growling apart from when the naughty little skittles go in her room.  I’m trying hard to find a home for Obi and Amara before the kitten season starts.  They so need a home of their own to trash.

Since the weather has been rough this weekend we’ve stayed in, stayed warm and consoled ourselves with beer and catnip. 

 

expect the unexpected!

That seems to be the lesson from the last couple of weekends anyway.  Last weekend it looked as though I’d soon have no foster kits.  I only had Amara and Obi and someone had said very definitely that they wanted to adopt them and take them this weekend. 

Then with a few hours notice Smudge arrived last weekend – all grumbly and growly and not sure what on earth was happening in her little world.  She’s settled very well and is a lovely cat.  She doesn’t like other cats very much but I’ve got on well with her.

Obi and Amara’s “I can’t wait to get them” adoptive human has disappeared into thin air so they’re back to the start again. 

And then today Honey has arrived, and hopefully will be bringing her daughter to join her soon.  Honey, and the other kits she lives with are temporarily in a difficult space because their human has broken her hip and is unable to care for them for a few weeks.  Poor loves – what on earth do they make of being uprooted, moved to emergency overnight accommodation and then split up and moved on to foster care.

Wishing their human well and a speedy recovery!  She’ll be loved and cared for here.