Loving the pics of Bee and Bayleaf. Do you have trees in your garden Mark? If you do I expect Bee to take more than a passing interest in them now that she's going out.
Mixed news from the Inn this time. I’ve been slacking while Rob and Debbie have been under a lot of pressure both physical and emotional.
After 15 years as one of the Inn’s resident outdoor ferals, Wilma had to be helped to the bridge just over a week ago when she went rapidly downhill and it was discovered she had a mouth tumour. In her later years she became very friendly and she is sadly missed. She made sure meals were always on time by meowing at the kitchen door when she knew they were due.
Her friend Millie is now the only remaining outdoor feral although Darth Vader is making a bid to move in. We’re hoping we’ll be able to get him neutered but the wiley so-and-so has evaded capture for many years as long-term followers will know, so watch this space.
We’ve been worried about Anastasia’s nose (which is cancerous) because its been getting worse and the vet said when it was first diagnosed that surgery was not an option. However, he’s read that some vets have had success burning the tumour out rather than cutting it or using radiation, so this week she had the operation. It’s the first time he’s ever used the probe on a nose (although he’s used it for mouths before) and he’s pleased with how it went so its now a matter of wait and see. Hopefully it will have bought her lots more quality time. She was a bit dopey after the op but was back to her normal self and demanding cuddles the day after.
Little Bootsie is not out of the woods yet regarding his rectal prolapse, in fact he has been causing a great deal of concern because of his inablilty to poo unaided.
We’ve lost count of the number of operations and procedures he has had to endure but he’s remained happy, friendly and lively throughout, which makes the situation all the more heartbreaking, so please send him lots of Purrs vibes.
Despite our resolve to keep things at a manageable level the collapsible cages are proliferating, a situation not helped by the fact that Bootsie has had to be separated from his brother and best mate Smudge, so that we can monitor his poos (or lack thereof). Tiggy has also had to be separated from her kittens so she can get some weight on her prior to spaying. Then there’s the Cropper family,
three 5-week old kittens that we took in a couple of weeks ago. The boy (black and white) had already been named Royston and while it was obvious that one of the unnamed tabbies was a girl, we weren’t sure about the other, so as Coronation Street fans it was a no-brainer and they became Royston, Sylvia and Hayley/Harold.
They are of course adorable.
Jerry has bagged himself a lovely home so I won’t get chance to slip him in my bag after all.
He’s a bit of a handful so we’re hoping that the two-year cat he will be sharing with is up to the task.
