That’s Not My Cat!

(Our internet still doesn’t work. I don’t want to discuss Talk Talk. And Netflix seems like a very distant memory….)

Gary was away for work on Wednesday night and so after collecting the trial run for the wedding menus (the fact that I waited to eat it until he got home the following day is proof of true love!), I headed home and settled in for a quiet night.

I ate dinner, tackled a few chores and then went upstairs, planning to have a pamper night. You know; manicure, pedicure, hair mask, face mask, bubble bath…

I flopped onto our bed for a moment (have I mentioned that work is manic and life is at full tilt at the moment?!), and that is when I heard it.

Miow.

I rolled over onto my back and listened.

Miow.

I knew that Cass was downstairs and I had all the windows closed, so it wasn’t coming from outside.

Miow.

Sitting up, I moved to the edge of the bed and hung my head over the side, to look underneath.

Miow.

A black and white cat was peering at me from under the bed, curled up on our overnight bags, colouring books and the usual assorted crap that seems to gather under the bed.

Oh. Shit.

I got up off the bed and crouched next to it, keeping my eyes on the cat. He (I knew it was a boy cat, no idea how!) didn’t seem that bothered and just kept staring at me, occasionally mewing in a slightly husky voice.

This was not my cat.

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After a slightly panicked phone call to Gary, I closed our bedroom door to stop the cat escaping and I closed Cassidy into the lounge, to stop her from getting worked up. She didn’t seem the least bit bothered at this point and was sound asleep on the sofa.

I also called my friend, Layla, who works with the Cats Protection League and she said that she would make some calls, to see if she could find a space for him for the night. I also called our local vet, but they would only take him if he was badly injured.

Whilst I waited for Layla to call me back, I managed to coax him out from under the bed with a few treats.

He was a very handsome chap and really friendly; he curled up on my lap and purred like an engine, occasionally chirping if I stopped fussing him. He felt a bit skinny and had a patch of fur missing from the back of his neck but otherwise, he was in good condition. No collar and I couldn’t feel a chip in his neck anywhere.

Layla phoned back to say that the Cats Protection League didn’t have any spaces for the night but that she would come over with her boyfriend, Hannes, as they have a scanner and we could be sure if the cat was tagged or not.

Whilst I waited for them, I took some photographs of the cat and did a quick lap of the neighbourhood, knocking on doors to see if anyone recognised him. No one did but a few people suggested that I put him on a couple of local Facebook groups, so I went home and requested to be added.

I also called Gary back and updated him. I explained that I couldn’t bring myself to just kick the cat back outside but that we obviously couldn’t keep him either. Cassidy had caught wind of what was happening by this point and was getting really agitated and vocal.

Gary suggested that I ask his mum to take the cat for the night, so that we could make a proper plan in the morning. I called her and explained (at almost ten at night!) and she agreed to take him.

Layla and Hannes arrived, scanned the cat and confirmed that he wasn’t chipped. They also confirmed that he was a male and hadn’t been neutered. They were kind enough to bring some food with them and we decided that I’d ask Gary’s mum to take the cat up to the local cat home in the morning.

I gathered up all the bits that he would need (thankfully I had spare cat litter under the stairs!), wrestled him into the cat box and got him over to Christine and Terry’s.

The cat was very vocal, both in the car and when I let him out in the flat, but he settled down and was apparently well behaved overnight.

I got home and collapsed into bed, finally falling asleep just before midnight.

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When I checked Facebook the next day, I’d had several messages from people that live on the estate to say that they had seen the cat hanging around on one specific road. Based on the number of people that had said it and given that the cats home also didn’t have a space for him, we decided to let him out on the estate, with the hope that he would find his way home.

Terry released him that morning and he trotted straight off.

We haven’t seen him since but I hope that he found his way home. And if he hasn’t, we are keeping an eye out for him and will scoop him up if we need to.

It was quite an adventure and it’s made me cuddle Cassidy that little bit tighter.

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And if you have a cat; please remember to put a collar on them, have them chipped and have them neutured!

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VJ x

 

Life Lately.

Visiting friends. Charlie’s next ninja belt. Lots of motorbike rides. Our fifth anniversary. A night away in an airstream. Sending out save the date cards. Going to our first (and probably only!) wedding fair. Going back to our venue and falling even more in love with it. Making plans for the summer.¬† Introducing Charlie to the motorbike. Plenty of Cassidy cuddles. Getting onto the healthy eating and exercise wagon. Bootcamp. An impromptu day-date. Lush baths. Smashing my work target. A heatwave. A care package from a sweet friend. Family time. Quiet times, busy times, just life really…

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Life is good.

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VJ x

Life lately.

Spring has arrived. We’ve tidied up the garden. We accidentally bought a sofa bed and decided to gut the spare room. We’ve made plans to see friends and family, right up to August! Charlie got a brilliantly glowing school report. Cassidy’s face has healed. Gary is going to choose a new motorbike next weekend. I dyed my hair bright red. Our rose bush and plum tree both have new blooms on them. Things are changing for me at work. We booked a photographer for the wedding and ordered ‘Save the Date cards’. We’ve started growing carrots. I started re-reading the Harry Potter books for the billionth time. We’ve started browsing for our yearly holiday. I booked appointments to go wedding dress shopping. Charlie has finally started using his two wheeled scooter, rather than his toddler one. We’ve fallen in love with the new Ed Sheeran album. The sunshine has made everything better. We’ve been on walks and had lazy days. We’ve had food with friends and laughed until our sides ache.

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Life is busy. Life is loud. Life is messy.

Life is good.

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VJ x

Cassidy Cat

So, I realised a couple of weeks ago that I have written plenty of times about Charlie James, Gary and of course, myself, but I have never properly introduced the fourth member of our squad.

Cassidy Cat.

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When I was 21, I went up to Bath Cats and Dogs Home to get a dog.

At the time, I was living with my then-friend (who turned round a few weeks later and sold the house from under me, but that’s a story for another day) in Bath and starting my Masters degree. I had wanted a pet for ages and she agreed that we could go and get a dog, so off we went to the Home.

We spent ages looking at all the different dogs up there but I couldn’t find one that I felt a real connection with.

On the way out, we stopped at the cattery and went in, just to have a look.

About halfway down the row of cages was one that looked empty. I stood there for a moment and one of the ladies that work at the Home came and stood next to me. She mentioned that the cat that lived in that pod was super shy and had actually been waiting for a home for more than six months, because she wasn’t showing herself well.

Curious, I asked the lady to open the pod and when she did, a very scared, very skinny tortoise shell cat emerged from under a cushion at the back.

We stared at each other for a few moments and then she came forward and bopped my arm, looking for a cuddle. The woman from the Home looked shocked, as up until now she had only hidden from people or hissed if they had opened the pod.

I scooped the cat up, she shoved her head under my chin and that was that.

She had picked me.

Two weeks later – the Home is a fantastic charity and they are very careful about making sure that their animals only go to suitable homes – I brought her home and after an initial five minutes of running around, she disappeared under my bed and barely emerged for the following six weeks.

She would occasionally come out for food or a brief cuddle but mostly, she hid under the bed.

She had been abandoned by her original owners after a car had run her over and to say that she was shy would be an understatement. But she also had awful separation anxiety and would scream the house down if I left for any reason.

Gradually, she started to come out from under the bed and became braver and braver about being around humans. And when we moved out of Bath and into a village, she really started to thrive and eventually became quite the flirt – I’d often find her in the lane, being petted and adored by total strangers!

 

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Like all cats, she is mecurial and will only give affection on her terms. But she also loves to be around the action and can usually be found curled in a corner, watching out of the corner of her eye.

Her favourite things in life are milk, catnip toys, a soft blanket and Gary’s lap for a cuddle (as soon as we moved into the house, she abandoned me entirely and has become his cat – there is no loyalty around here at all!).

She also adores Charlie and their bond is one of my favourite things; where one is, the other won’t be far behind.

She is our tough, fiesty, cuddly, funny, tiny Queen and we adore her.

Cassidy Cat; one fourth of our team and the heart of our family.

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VJ x