Okay, let me just start by admitting I’m not keen on the term ‘furbabies’. It brings to mind some middle-aged spinster who lives alone with her cats.. oh, wait a minute! Yep, that would be me. Apart from the alone bit, but my son is now at the age where he only emerges from his room to eat and go to school.
So, I’m going to introduce you to my cats.
I adore all animals, and long to live in a big, sprawling house with many cats and dogs and maybe even horses, donkeys, and cows are cute too. Yep, love ’em all.
At the moment though, I just have my two spoilt cats and a tank full of rapidly multiplying fish.
Meet Masai, aka Miaowgly Man. He’s my rescue cutie. I’ve had him for around four years, since I adopted him from the local Cats Protection League shelter. He had been found living as a stray and taken in.
Right from the first day I got him home, I could not understand how anybody could have rejected such an affectionate cat. He has a beautiful personality, and his favourite way to show love is head kisses, which he doles out in abundance. However, he is also a bully with other cats, plays psychological games with dogs, and is a seasoned hunter. He regularly brings me gifts of tinier, cute creatures, which I hate. In the beginning, I tried to rescue each mouse he brought home, but he would eventually find them again and tear their heads off, leaving them on the doormat as a gift. These days, I shut him out and leave him to it. It’s nature, after all.
He loves cuddles though, and likes nothing better than curling up on my knee when I’m home. In fact, he is beside me as I type, snoozing away this chilly Saturday afternoon.
This is Mrs P, sometimes known as Pippin or Mimi. She’s my little old lady although she could still pass for a kitten. I’ve had Mrs P for years, ever since my sister gave her to me in 2007. She’s a little madam and rules the household with a tiny white paw. She hates other cats, so I have to keep her and Masai separated. She also hates dogs and most humans. She likes myself and my son, and tolerates my friend Michelle and some of my sons friends, probably because they are all on the short side.
Mrs P is very much a house cat, and only ventures into the garden every now and again. Back in 2012, she decided to escape one evening and refused to come in at bedtime. This had happened a few times before, so I wasn’t too worried as she was always at the door when I woke next morning. However, on this occasion, the temperatures plummeted overnight and she must have been desperate to find warmth and shelter. Unfortunately, she ventured a little too far from home, and lost her sense of direction.
My son and I were distraught. We posted flyers in the local shops and through various doors in the area, and regularly checked the local shelters. But to no avail. My little P had disappeared.
It was after she had been missing for seven weeks that we acquired Masai. It does seem very soon to have replaced her, but her absence was so out of character, and the house was just not the same without a cat. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see her again.
A week after Masai arrived, I received a text off a lady who had seen my poster in the local tanning salon. Mrs P was living in her shed.
My son and I were so excited and went to pick her up the following day – she was literally a two minute walk away from home, if that. She was so happy to see us, and had lost so much weight that, from then on, I have relentlessly spoilt her. I think she deserves it after the ordeal she went through.
However, I hadn’t fully realised her absolute hatred for other cats until I introduced her to Masai and all hell broke loose. I keep them apart as much as possible.
Anyway, there are my furbabies. I hope you enjoyed meeting them.