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Post by ProdigalAlan on Sept 7, 2013 9:49:31 GMT
Last weekend I had two cats. I was bitterly aware that Snowy was a very poorly moggie indeed. Not eating and being violently poorly all over the kitchen floor. Despite the best of care my vet put him to sleep last Monday night. Since then Chunky, my other cat, has been very down in the dumps. Chunky is a very sociable cat and misses his chum so it's off to the cat rescue tomorrow to find him a companion. He's been very down without Snowy for company all week. It's not surprising with me out at work all day and he just lays in an old shopping bag sulking when I'm not at home. I hope the new cat likes him.
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Post by JoeP on Sept 7, 2013 9:57:02 GMT
Goodbye to Snowy, and here's hoping Chunky enjoys the company of a new cat. Good luck!
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Post by charliebrown on Sept 7, 2013 10:05:18 GMT
Sorry about Snowy I also hope you find a good company for Chunky and yourself.
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Post by Kye on Sept 7, 2013 12:09:48 GMT
Sorry to hear about your cat. It's hard enough on humans when pets die, but at least we know what's going on.
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Post by Alvamiga on Sept 7, 2013 15:19:15 GMT
Sorry to hear the news and hope you can find a furry individual to fill the space left.
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Post by Moose on Sept 7, 2013 15:32:42 GMT
Aw I'm sorry Alan . Get him a nice spayed female . That said, it didn't work very well when I tried that for Pip..
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Post by Mari on Sept 7, 2013 16:58:20 GMT
Is it possible to bring Chunky to the shelter and get him together with the cat of your choice in a controlled environment? Or perhaps the shelter has tips on how to do this.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 17:54:28 GMT
I'm sorry to hear that, Alan.
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Post by ProdigalAlan on Sept 7, 2013 20:43:15 GMT
Is it possible to bring Chunky to the shelter and get him together with the cat of your choice in a controlled environment? Or perhaps the shelter has tips on how to do this. No, he doesn't like travelling in the car. The first time he travelled by car he went to Mike the cat doctor to have his nuts cut off and I think he still has bad feelings about automobiles. I'm not too worried, he's a very sociable fellow and welcomes cats and dogs when they come into the house, he's really very amiable. He's currently glued to my lap and is snoring asthmaticaly. I had a word with the lady at the cat rescue and explained that I want another moggie that is OK with other cats. She said that would be no problem. I told her I wasn't fussy about what type, age or gender I got. I just want a cat that wants a loving home. She told me to pop by tomorrow lunchtime and take my pick. All Chunky wants is a companion to share meals with and wander round the garden with. The poor old lad is a bit lost at the moment and I hate leaving him on his own when I'm at work.
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Post by raspberrybullets on Sept 8, 2013 17:35:26 GMT
I'm sorry about Snowy. Did you get a companion for Chunky today?
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Post by DGoeij on Sept 8, 2013 20:04:46 GMT
Yeah, sorry to hear about that. Poor confused cat too.
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Post by Moose on Sept 8, 2013 22:46:39 GMT
Alan did they not make you fill out a lot of paperwork and similar? I had to do that when I took Merry and Pip They normally want to do a home visit too.
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Post by Mari on Sept 9, 2013 7:08:25 GMT
Never did with me adn mine are from a shelter too. Though of course a Dutch one.
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Post by Moose on Sept 9, 2013 17:34:11 GMT
It's general RSPCA policy I think I suppose I understand why but I've heard people complain that it's very difficult to adopt especially rescue dogs from them
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Post by Alvamiga on Sept 9, 2013 19:05:10 GMT
I expect that they see it as especially important in the case of rescued animals that they don't go right back into the same kind of thing they have come from.
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Post by Moose on Sept 9, 2013 19:27:28 GMT
True. I actually did not have a home visit as the RSPCA lady was the best friend of a neighbour of my parents' (she was at my dad's funeral - lady in her early seventies named Pat, you probably talked to her) and apparently she just called her and asked about me and whether I was a suitable cat owner and was told yes. But I understand that most people do.
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Post by Mari on Sept 9, 2013 20:36:53 GMT
I did get a home visit, but that was about 10 months after the adoption. *rolls eyes* They are supposed to come by within 3 months.
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Post by Moose on Sept 9, 2013 21:39:03 GMT
heh here they do it BEFORE the adoption
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Post by whollygoats on Sept 9, 2013 22:54:26 GMT
Home visits? Really?
Wow.
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Post by whollygoats on Sept 10, 2013 2:42:57 GMT
And, Alan...I'm sorry to hear about your buddy movin' on. I know what that is like. I think you'll be happy with a new fuzzwad around the place. I know I do, and I got a kitten. We were looking for a pair, but this one his handful enough.
Here's to overlords!
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Post by Mari on Sept 10, 2013 6:44:40 GMT
They say two kittens are less work than one
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Post by raspberrybullets on Sept 10, 2013 7:53:07 GMT
Keep each other busy I guess. Does that also work with kids?
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Post by Alvamiga on Sept 10, 2013 8:02:58 GMT
Two of my friends have twins and they certainly seem to keep them on their toes!
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Post by ProdigalAlan on Sept 10, 2013 20:24:21 GMT
Yes there was some paper work but it wasn't a ridiculous amount. I had my home visit today and that went fine, so on Sunday morning a two year old female tabby coloured moggie called Trixie will be taking up residence, first she has to be spayed, then micro-chipped, then vaccinated and inoculated. She's very sweet and good with other cats, she gets on with dogs and children. She's a bit of a "plain Jane" but she'll do nicely for me. I'll post piccies once she's settled in.
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Post by JoeP on Sept 10, 2013 20:54:10 GMT
Future welcome to Trixie!
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Post by Alvamiga on Sept 10, 2013 21:00:10 GMT
Future welcome to Trixie!
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Post by ProdigalAlan on Sept 18, 2013 22:06:47 GMT
Right! And I mean that most forcefully!
Let those of you with tears prepare yourselves to shed them!
On Sunday morning I set forth in my Sunday finest with my Panama hat set at a jaunty angle and a cerise plastic cat box in my hand. Starting up the mighty Mitsubishi I set off and arrived at the cat borstal a mere forty minutes later. I entered the bad cat emporium with the necessary moolah in my back pocket, signed for custody of moggie that I had been led to believe was of moderately good character, handed over the negotiable lettuce and the cat box and took receipt of a she devil in moggie fur.
Let it be known to all and sundry, I am a humane man! The milk of human kindness simply gushes through my finely formed body. To this end I switched on the BBC's Radio 4 to sooth her as we motored home, not a murmur passed her lips. Ah Ha! I thought to myself, she is a good traveller. How wrong I was! There is not so much as a good molecule in any part of her demonic frame!
We entered into stately Bishop mansion by the front door and strode hand in cat box through the entrance vestibule and into my sumptuous lounge. I deposited the cat box on the floor, released the door catches, swung open the door and Trixie sidelled out.
Chunky was in his usual place ( on my motorcycle jacket. Covering it with an even layer of cast off cat fur ). He. Looked at her. She looked at him. He gave her one of his "hello cutie pie" looks. She gave him a "come up and see me some time, big boy" look.
Oh Ho! I thought.
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Post by ProdigalAlan on Sept 18, 2013 22:18:12 GMT
I opened the door of the kitchen and placed food into one pink cat bowl and one blue cat bowl. Side by side Chunky and Trixie entered the kitchen.
Chunky went straight to the pink bowl and proceeded to fill his face.
Trixie went straight behind the kitchen sink cupboard and dashed into a 4 x 4 hole cut into the back which houses the dishwasher electric cable and waste pipe. That was the last I saw of her! I opened the cupboard doors. No Trixie!
I disconnected the wastepe and electric cable and dragged the dishwasher into the middle of the kitchen. I went and grabbed a 9 iron from my golf bag and waggled into the tunnel. Nothing! Chunky wandered back into to the lounge and went back to sleep. I sighed and made cat friendly noises along with sort of Trixie Trixie Trixie noises. No dice.
Of course, from time to time the food in the bowls went down, but the bitch never showed her face.
On Monday the lounge was chaos when I returned home from work. Two cats had been playing at full strength.
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Post by Moose on Sept 18, 2013 22:22:43 GMT
heh I am STILL trying to get Moll and Pip to get along, tho we have recently reached a stage where they will eat from the same bowl if I stand over them saying 'now, eat from the same bowl, you two'. But they don't like one another
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Post by ProdigalAlan on Sept 18, 2013 22:37:53 GMT
Of course Chunky kept diddling into the kitchen and looking wistfully at the cupboard, but the little hellcat stayed hidden. The food, however was gone, but an odour of cat poo had replaced it. My nose drew me to the back of the washing machine. I dragged it out, to stand alongside the dishwasher. There was hardly room to prepare my evening lasagne and tossed salad. I scooped up two massive cat turds. And buried them in the garden. I resolved to open a tin of pilchards as cat bait and place them in a bowl in the lounge. Chunky was dispatched to the back bedroom. She didn't come out even for pilchards.
Tonight I resolved to take strong measures. Using a crowbar and the full strength of my mighty masculine body, I dismantled the cupboard. I now have no running water but I do have Trixie. She is somewhere here in this lounge. The dickens knows where but I've got her.
I ask you is that any way to treat a warm hearted soul such as I?
Oh the perfidity of women!
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