Thursday, 27 December 2007

A Feline Blog


This year Bussie decided to take over the box that the Christmas tree was stored in. As you can see, Mollie is wondering what the hell is going on…

Last year it was a lost girl on the Lizard who we rescued. She was lost, pissed and had broken up with her husband. Or so she said.

This year it was a cat hiding in the hedge at the end of our street. A passing shopper told us about it saying he’d noticed the cat there for several days and was worried; it was obviously ill.

We hurried along to look at it and noticed a swollen face: an abscess probably. As cats often crawl away when they’re ill, we said we’d keep an eye on it and bring it food.

Then we got back and tried to ring the RSPCA who were constantly engaged. I did think of the vet but didn’t really want to have to pay the vet’s bills as it wasn’t our cat. Then later, just before I was going to take mum to the crib service, I thought, well I’ll ring them and see what they suggest.

This was 2.30 on Christmas Eve. I rang the vet and explained that it was a stray (we’d tried other houses in the street and it didn’t belong to anyone) and the vet nurse who answered the phone said, ‘Oh that’s OK. Can you bring it in? We’ll treat him as a stray.’

So we managed to bundle him into a catbox and took him up to the vet – which is also an animal hospital. The poor fellow yowled a lot on the way there, but they took him in and I know he’ll be well looked after there.

So you see, there really is – or was – some Christmas spirit after all.

And on a similarly feline note, as I walked into town the other day I passed a fellow with terrible scratch marks all over his face.

Oh yeah, I thought. Been in a fight, eh? One too many in the pub? Too much festive spirit? Or wife/girlfriend pissed off – she should cut her nails, mate. Vicious, that.

As I drew nearer, a friend of his approached him and asked him how he’d got his scars. I slowed down to listen (as you do, it’s research, you understand, of a literary nature).

‘These?’ said the bloke, wincing as he brushed his face. ‘It was the cat.’

So there you go – how wrong can you be?

12 comments:

Smalltown RN said...

Thanks for dropping by my blog...hope you had a terrific Christmas and all the very best for the New Year....cheers!

adam brown said...

Hi, this is not so related to your page, but it is the site you asked me 1 month ago about the abs diet. I tried it, worked well. Well here is the site

laurie said...

oh, good for you, taking the cat in!

good job! so many people would not get involved. i'm glad you did.

The Rotten Correspondent said...

Good karma, flowerpot. You just keep it coming to you.

Miss Understood said...

I remember when Dan was little - he was standing up in the bath and the cat decided to launch himself onto Dan's chest. Suddenly realising there was water below him, the cat sunk his claws into either side of Dan's neck. I've never heard so much noise in my life!

Good for you for looking after him.

Flowerpot said...

smalltown - yes we had a great Christmas thanks and I hope you have a wonderful New Year too! Cheers!

Flowerpot said...

Adam - I think you might have got the wrong person. I don't do diets - trying to keep it on not take it off! But thanks for visiting my blog anyway. Have a great New Year.

Flowerpot said...

laurie - well I have a conscience you see. And I couldn't bear the thought of that poor cat suffering all by itself.

Flowerpot said...

RC - glad to see you back and also glad you had a good Christmas. It's rather quiet now...

Flowerpot said...

MissU - I can just imagine the howling that went on. Cats can be vicious! When bussie was little we were both permanently covered in scars.

Akelamalu said...

Ah you did your good deed for the day and for Christmas. :)

Flowerpot said...

Ak - yes so I feel happy now!