Emzmum
Junior Guinea Pig
In 1995 I had a cat called Floyd. It was June and very hot so he had not eaten all of his food. Suddenly, I looked around and a small tabby and white cat had sneaked in and was scoffing Floyd’s leftovers. As soon as she had finished, she scooted out of the door and disappeared. This continued for the next week. I could see that she was feeding kittens and that she was starving; her eyes stood out of her head and she hadn’t an ounce of spare flesh on her.
After a week, she decided that she could trust us. Instead of running away, she showed us that she wanted us to follow her by pausing at the door and then at the gate waiting for us. She led us down a track to where her 2 kittens were living under a bramble bush. Many hours and many scratches later we had managed to catch the two kittens and bring them home. Evidently there was a third kitten because Lizzi (we named her Lizard, Lizzi for short because her bulging eyes gave her a lizard like appearance!) kept going and calling for it but some neighbours told us that they had managed to catch it and hand it in to the RSPCA. We later found out that it had been successfully rehomed.
Lizzi and the mad kittens lived with us until we were sure that the kittens were weaned and then we found the babies a new home together. Lizzi stayed with us. She lived a cosy and happy life for the next 16 years. Last year we moved to a new home with a lovely garden and Lizzi loved sleeping in the sunshine or under her favourite bush.
She wasn’t really ill, just a little off colour for a few days. Last night I gave her a cuddle and told her she was loved and that I hoped she had been happy, glad that she had chosen to walk through my front door all those years ago. She curled in my arms and purred. I popped her in her bed under the radiator and she left us overnight.
Goodnight Lizzi – kins. Sleep tight.
After a week, she decided that she could trust us. Instead of running away, she showed us that she wanted us to follow her by pausing at the door and then at the gate waiting for us. She led us down a track to where her 2 kittens were living under a bramble bush. Many hours and many scratches later we had managed to catch the two kittens and bring them home. Evidently there was a third kitten because Lizzi (we named her Lizard, Lizzi for short because her bulging eyes gave her a lizard like appearance!) kept going and calling for it but some neighbours told us that they had managed to catch it and hand it in to the RSPCA. We later found out that it had been successfully rehomed.
Lizzi and the mad kittens lived with us until we were sure that the kittens were weaned and then we found the babies a new home together. Lizzi stayed with us. She lived a cosy and happy life for the next 16 years. Last year we moved to a new home with a lovely garden and Lizzi loved sleeping in the sunshine or under her favourite bush.
She wasn’t really ill, just a little off colour for a few days. Last night I gave her a cuddle and told her she was loved and that I hoped she had been happy, glad that she had chosen to walk through my front door all those years ago. She curled in my arms and purred. I popped her in her bed under the radiator and she left us overnight.
Goodnight Lizzi – kins. Sleep tight.
