Purrs peeps really are a wonderful bunch and on behalf of Paws Inn I can’t thank you enough for your continuing generosity and ingenuity.
All is well with the residents of the Inn.
Well it was when I was over there on Thursday but I did notice a rather large bonfire stack in the very close vicinity so fingers crossed there aren’t too many noisy fireworks to accompany it.
I’m wondering if there might already have been fireworks exploding because some of the cats had been unusually destructive.
Rosalind had chewed through the protective covering we put over the flex for her heated bed and presumably also though the wire because the bed wasn’t working.
Her fur didn’t look particularly spiky though and her behaviour was normal so she obviously didn’t come to any harm.
Debbie had bought some of the cheap Flectabed copies from B&M and we’d distributed them around to make extra hot spots in the bigger pens. Piri and Teze seemed to appreciate theirs but the Pudding family and Athena & Peaseblossom had destroyed theirs.
They might be fine in a domestic situation but with the best will in the world rescue cats don’t get as much stimulation as those in a forever home so look upon anything new as a challenge.
The zips on the covers were broken, the inner pad was on the opposite side of the pen to the cover and Athena & Peaseblossom had even chewed the backing off theirs and dumped it in the litter tray.
Oh well, another bright idea bites the dust.
Then there was Cornelius. The flap to his outside run had been broken for a while leaving just a hole for the wind to howl through so when the insulation was put in he got a brand new one. He used it without problem for all of ummmmmmmmmmmmm 2 weeks, but he’s broken that one now as well.
I don’t think it has anything to do with fireworks though.
He’s got a lot bigger since losing his bits so I suspect he might actually have got stuck in it and had to force his way through.
They do make super-sized ones don’t they?
I tried to take some photos for you but with everybody in hyperactive mode it wasn’t easy.
Why is it that however many toys I get out their favourite one, without exception, is always the strap on my camera.
That’s closely followed by my shoelaces and the toggles on my fleece. I’ve decided that interactive play really needs 2 humans because the best photo opportunities are the antics of the cats who are still penned and watching the play with envy – not the first time I’ve wished I had another pair of hands. At least I’ve not yet reached the stage yet where I wish for 6 teats like T did.
I think the next door neighbours are a bit worried about what’s going on at Paws Inn. Whenever I’m doing cleaning jobs I always give the cats a running commentary and I excelled myself this week. Scratch posts cleaned and floors scrubbed I backed out of the summerhouse on my knees saying ‘I just need to get a new kitchen roll and have a wee and that’s me done.’ I then stood up to see neighbour eyeing me strangely.
Debbie has two lots of potential slaves visiting tomorrow so I’m hoping for good news before I go on my hols.
