Favorite Toy: A tape measure dragged across the floor
Favorite Nap Spot: On the rocking chair
Favorite Food: Chicken
Skills: An astounding ability to sleep through all sorts of things, except the food cupboards being opened.
indoors and outdoors
Arrival Story: Mayflower wandered into the house of someone who already owned two cats and didn't fancy trying to add a third! So my husband (who was not my husband at the time - we'd not even met) was persuaded to take her in. She was not microchipped, and no one had reported her as missing, so her life before is a mystery, beyond the fact that somebody had managed to get her spayed.
Bio: Mayflower used to be underweight but eventually it was found she had a dental problem that was causing her pain but wasn't easily detectable - apparently cats can get holes in their teeth that cover over so that the holes aren't easily spotted. The vet thought that only two were causing a problem but when they'd got her unconscious and could look more closely, they realised that 11 needed removing. I maintain she was jealous of the attention I'd received a fortnight before after having four teeth out, and simply wanted to outdo me.
At the beginning of the month, the two bullying cats that lived next door moved house. Since they've been gone, we've seen a few different cats show up in the garden - but Mayflower seems determined that it will be hers. She used to only spend any time there when we were out there as well (she'd pop out without us but rarely stay long, favouring the front garden instead). The new residents don't have cats and several of the others that have shown up seem very timid and many quite young, so she's not got much competition so far. Mikey doesn't seem too fussed about the back garden but Mayflower has been up two of the trees (both have branches that go low to the ground so getting stuck hasn't been a problem!), seems to love lounging on the bench and yesterday she started exploring next door's garden too. She's constantly heading out there, and it's nice to see!
I'm still going to the cat sanctuary when I can. We're heading there tomorrow (my husband is coming with me this time). There is a bit of a "character" in the main run at the moment, an old lady called Georgie, who absolutely hates all the other cats and spends her whole time hissing at them if they dare approach her. But she is so lovable with people! She will let you brush and stroke and pet her without any problems.
I picked up Sammy the other day - and I was so surprised by how light he felt! I hadn't really thought about how skinny he was, and when I picked him up it was more like picking up Mikey at about six months or so rather than a full grown cat. Sadly the old boy has a lot of medical issues including a thyroid problem.
Cara and Tara were new in recently and were found living with twenty six (!!) other cats. I saw them on their first or second day at the sanctuary and they were so listless it was really sad to see. They were just lying together in their bed and, although they wouldn't react negatively when you touched them - no hissing, no shying away, no swiping - they didn't show any positive reaction either. No hiss, no purr, not even a little movement. They just laid there completely still apart from breathing. I tried offering a treat and despite holding it right in front of each of their noses, there wasn't more than the slightest hint of a twitch of a nostril and certainly no actual interest in it. It was so sad to see, but hopefully as they settle in they will start coming round more.
All you cats, especially those of you who were rescued from shelters or taken in when strays, give your family a nice big head boff, rub and purr and thank them for taking you in and loving you so much, and keep hoping that all the lost and abandoned kitties will find their own loving homes one day!
I've been back to the cat shelter a few times since my first visit. There have been some success stories; Chunk and Jed have both found homes, and Sparky also has someone ready to take him home soon. But there are always more coming in.
Sammy had been homed by the cat sanctuary eight years ago but sadly now his owner has been hospitalised and therefore cannot care for him anymore. The sanctuary has taken him in again. He is super lovable but he's very old, you can feel his bones when you stroke him and his fur around his chin is always gooey with saliva because he dribbles. So he's not exactly the pick of the bunch, sadly. But hopefully someone will offer him a "retirement home" soon - he is in the main run with a lot of other cats and he's one of the few that comes running over to head boff and rub against you, which may work in his favour despite his age.
Georgie is fairly newly in too, found in someone's garden and needed dental treatment. She's also not too aggressive but like a lot of the cats, a bit on the shy side (though she does like being stroked) and a bit upset by everything that's happened.
I got to play with Simba for the first time recently, a friendly and playful ginger who has gingivitis and other teeth and gum problems so he has to be kept in isolation at the moment. Apparently one lady has expressed an interest in him but she's not completely sold because of the teeth problems, poor man. Hopefully she will decide to take him on anyway.
Our next door neighbours who owned the two bullying black and white cats have moved out; so has the person who lived nearby who owned Tigger the tabby who was also a frequent visitor to our garden. The healthy black and white cat (really called Reg, but we'd been calling him Bustopher Jones - "...is not skin and bones, in fact he's remarkably fat...") led the family on a merry dance as he didn't want to move! I was rather amused by the fact that he was ignoring them walking round with a whole bowl of food, but he later came running up to me for treats. Unfortunately after I picked him up and carried him over to their house, he got away again while we were trying to get him into his carrier... gah! But they did get him safely eventually.