Saturday, 22 November 2014


Two weeks ago I took in a fluffy black cat whose owner was being made homeless.

One week ago I took in a 5 month old black kitten-cat rescued from a family who were going to chuck it out because it had committed the crime of no longer being a fully fledged kitten.

Fluffy black cat, Skye, by name, didn't like being moved and for three days attempted to violently attack me whenever I went near it. I let it out of the cage and it didn't make much difference. Not at first. Shortly after, however, she began to let me stroke her and then began coming to me when she saw me for more fuss-making. After a week she began to occasionally sit for a while on my computer desk whether I was there or not. She doesn't socialise with the other cats though she isn't aggressive towards them. Her favourite place remains my book room where she will sleep in a narrow cupboard which contains my boiler and on top of a spare printer, sometimes she'll sit on the window where I feed her, or hide behind flattened storage boxes propped up against another narrow cupboard door.

Tomtom the kitten cat was neutered on Tuesday, the day after Skye was spayed. For the first few days he kept himself to himself. He could have left the cage if he wanted to but didn't. Eventually I picked him up, put him on the bed and stroked him which he tolerated before heading for the windowsill. Over another couple of days he became more confident, albeit avoiding the other cats, and began to display a distinct friendly streak like cuddling up to me on the bed to be stroked and then staying and falling asleep himself next to me after I nodded off. Like Skye, only much sooner, he started to seek out my company and shows all the signs of being a very loveable friendly young cat.

There is, however, one thing that both have in common which has been giving me cause for concern. Neither seem to have been eating much. I've tried them on: dried food, Felix pouches, Whiskas pouches, microwaved fish, boiled chicken, and tinned tuna. None of these had much appeal. So I appealed on Facebook for help which resulted in a couple of good suggestions: scrambled egg and special diet tins which Dani of King's Road Vets had successfully fed Tomtom after he'd been castrated. So that is what I offered next and to no great effect. That was last night.

This morning Tomtom walked into the kitchen where the other cats were eating (Felix pouches), found a spare dish and began to tuck in.

I took a sachet upstairs for Skye who was hiding behind the cardboard boxes (see above) and put a plastic bowl next to her. A little later about half of it had gone, though this may have been one of the other cats stealing it literally from under her nose, but I hope not.

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