Pippity
Well-Known Member
I very sadly lost my tiny evil tyrant, Poppy, back in November. She was eighteen, and her heart murmur finally caught up with her. On the bright side, it was a very quick decline - only a day or so from her first being a bit off her food to saying goodbye - and it wasn't one of those declines where you're second-guessing whether you should have tried one more medicine.
Two weeks ago, I brought Wimsey (tuxedo) and Bunter (tweed) home.
They're 3yo brothers, surrendered from a home where they were very loved but there were too many cats. They spent most of the first week hiding in the pan cupboard, only coming out for cuddles and play time, but are now happily marauding round the whole house. (And I've finally managed to block them from the pan cupboard!)
I loved Poppy to bits, but they're making me realise just how special her needs were! Combined with (or possibly due to) being deaf, she was extremely nervous and aggressive to anybody other than me, and even I have one or two scars. These boys just love everybody. The only downside is that, at 5kg, they're too big to be shoulder cats.
Two weeks ago, I brought Wimsey (tuxedo) and Bunter (tweed) home.
They're 3yo brothers, surrendered from a home where they were very loved but there were too many cats. They spent most of the first week hiding in the pan cupboard, only coming out for cuddles and play time, but are now happily marauding round the whole house. (And I've finally managed to block them from the pan cupboard!)
I loved Poppy to bits, but they're making me realise just how special her needs were! Combined with (or possibly due to) being deaf, she was extremely nervous and aggressive to anybody other than me, and even I have one or two scars. These boys just love everybody. The only downside is that, at 5kg, they're too big to be shoulder cats.
