Bubbles is my gorgeous cat who we have had since she was a nine week old kitten! She is now five years old but still as kittenish as ever!
Having lost my dog the previous year, in September
2006 I finally felt ready to give my heart to a new animal. After discussions
with my partner I contacted the local Cat Rescue. They had two eight week old
kittens and our home would be inspected to check we were fit to be cat owners.
We raced round making all the safety provisions one might expect for the
arrival of a human baby; securing loose wires, fitting child locks to
cupboards! Our cat would be an indoor cat, as we lived near a railway and mainroad.
We passed the inspection with flying colours and were
told about the kittens. “There’s a mad one, always charging about everywhere or
there’s a quiet one. I expect you want the quiet one as you haven’t had a cat
before!” My partner and I took one look at each other and both announced “We’ll
have the mad one please!” We were told her name is Bubbles. She was so
neglected by her first owners that she had been terribly ill at the vets when only a few weeks old. She made a full recovery but will always be slightly
prone to the odd bout of fluey symptoms. Her tail is also shorter than most, cats as
she was born in breach position and her cat mother had bitten the end in order
to pull her out safely during birth.
We filled our home with cat toys, prepared the litter
tray and collected our kitten. At the rescue home Bubbles looked cautiously out from behind
the settee then bravely began to approach us, staring nervously with enormous
saucer eyes! She was jet black with a white bit on her chest. Her fur was so long
and spiky, as if she needed to grow into it! She was so tiny she fitted across
the palm of one hand.
At home we showed Bubbles her litter tray. She then
promptly hid behind the settee. Leaving Bubbles alone to settle in and calm
down, my partner unwrapped fish and chips for our tea. Suddenly a tiny black
missile shot out from the settee, climbed straight up his trousers onto the table
and shoved her face straight into the plate of fish and chips!
Later that I stayed up late to help make Bubbles feel secure. in her new surroundings.
By now she was curled up on my knee. The house was silent, when suddenly I
heard a rumbling sound like a lawnmower! For a moment I couldn’t understand,
then suddenly I realised my baby cat was purring at me for the first time!
Nice start to your new blog, Mel.
ReplyDeleteThank you Valerie :-)
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