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Mama Doe
First, there was my dearly departed Nessarose. She was an unwanted pet, bred by her ex-owner, and bought principally for kids. She was handed over to me at 3.5 years old because she was "vicious" (aka hormonal). She turned into a lovebug but died of a probable tumour in February this year.
Then there was Ajali, or AJ for short. Ajali is a gorgeous and BIG ginger and white tom cat. He was found wandering around the UEA halls of residence by a friend of a friend, very skinny, neurotic, shy, and needy. He has come out of his shell and he's my big baby.
Now there's Beelzebub, or Beezie, for short. He came yesterday, hence his name. We know he was originally called Diesel, but he's somewhat turned into a neighbourhood stray. He's chosen us for his family.
He'd come and scrounge for food here from time to time. Having four cats makes our house a magnet for him. Whenever he eats round here, he shovels food like it's going to be his last meal. The Iams crunchies actually end up falling out of his mouth as he tries to eat so fast.
Yesterday, he came in the morning, when I was feeding the buns. He turned up, mewling as he often does so I brought him out a bowl of food. The others were feeding in the kitchen and we didn't want to upset them. I noticed wounds on his leg, large puncture wounds - probably a dog, it's far too big to be another cat. I cleaned them up with salt water and let him go.
But then he came back in the evening. I suggested we keep him in because of fireworks and being a black cat on Hallowe'en can sometimes be a magnet for trouble anywhere. I settled him in the kitchen to eat, whereupon he shovelled food again. Each time I filled another bowl (we weren't letting ANY of the cats out last night) he ran to it. When I emptied one bowl into another to fill it with water, he looked at me as if I was stealing it.
Then I noticed the massive wound on his back.
Back wound
Leg wound - you can see how gentle and tolerant this little lad is here.
We have some metacam left from where Nyssa, our naughty tortie, had a "bland lump" on her hind leg in the summer. As it hasn't been open six months, I've been giving him it as those wounds have GOT to hurt.
He's not being looked after. He needs a home, a proper one. They say cats choose their family and clear off if they can find a better deal elsewhere. Beezie seems to have chosen us, well and true.
He has the most beautiful personality and seems desperate to be loved. Good job we have more than enough to go around.
(Beeze is REALLY HARD to photograph at the moment. He keeps nuzzling the camera and looking for a stroke instead.)
(No joy yet on the Bunny Across the Road but I live in hope. I hope he's doing okay. I'm worried about him still).
Then there was Ajali, or AJ for short. Ajali is a gorgeous and BIG ginger and white tom cat. He was found wandering around the UEA halls of residence by a friend of a friend, very skinny, neurotic, shy, and needy. He has come out of his shell and he's my big baby.
Now there's Beelzebub, or Beezie, for short. He came yesterday, hence his name. We know he was originally called Diesel, but he's somewhat turned into a neighbourhood stray. He's chosen us for his family.
He'd come and scrounge for food here from time to time. Having four cats makes our house a magnet for him. Whenever he eats round here, he shovels food like it's going to be his last meal. The Iams crunchies actually end up falling out of his mouth as he tries to eat so fast.
Yesterday, he came in the morning, when I was feeding the buns. He turned up, mewling as he often does so I brought him out a bowl of food. The others were feeding in the kitchen and we didn't want to upset them. I noticed wounds on his leg, large puncture wounds - probably a dog, it's far too big to be another cat. I cleaned them up with salt water and let him go.
But then he came back in the evening. I suggested we keep him in because of fireworks and being a black cat on Hallowe'en can sometimes be a magnet for trouble anywhere. I settled him in the kitchen to eat, whereupon he shovelled food again. Each time I filled another bowl (we weren't letting ANY of the cats out last night) he ran to it. When I emptied one bowl into another to fill it with water, he looked at me as if I was stealing it.
Then I noticed the massive wound on his back.
Back wound
Leg wound - you can see how gentle and tolerant this little lad is here.
We have some metacam left from where Nyssa, our naughty tortie, had a "bland lump" on her hind leg in the summer. As it hasn't been open six months, I've been giving him it as those wounds have GOT to hurt.
He's not being looked after. He needs a home, a proper one. They say cats choose their family and clear off if they can find a better deal elsewhere. Beezie seems to have chosen us, well and true.
He has the most beautiful personality and seems desperate to be loved. Good job we have more than enough to go around.
(Beeze is REALLY HARD to photograph at the moment. He keeps nuzzling the camera and looking for a stroke instead.)
(No joy yet on the Bunny Across the Road but I live in hope. I hope he's doing okay. I'm worried about him still).
