January 1st 2011 2:11 am
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New Year's blessings from the Rainbow Bridge to all my friends.
It would have been my eleventh birthday today. Mummy says she would like me to share another memory, so I'm going to talk about my friend Digby.
Digby was a huge Abyssinian that used to live in the block of flats where I first went to live with Mummy. He was very outgoing and friendly. He would visit our flat and we would romp and play. One day we were playing hide and seek, and Digby hid behind the door and leapt out at me. I got such a fright my fur puffed up and then went down again a second later when I realised it was him. Mummy still remembers it, she'd never seen a fat tail come and go so quickly!
October 15th 2010 7:20 am
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When Mummy was registering her details at the RSPCA to pick me up, she asked if they knew what my name was. Yes, she was told, her name is Tar. Mummy stared at them. "Tar?" she said. "You mean like in, road tar? The stuff you drive cars on?"
That's right, they affirmed.
"Well, that's just an awful name for a cat", Mummy thought to herself, but in case I was used to it, she decided to change it to something similar, and she thought Tara was much prettier.
(BTW we apologise to any actual Tars on Catster, and we know there is at least one. The funny thing is, Mummy often used to call me "Tar" for short!)
September 18th 2010 6:57 am
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Mummy couldn't take me home from the RSPCA straight away, I had to be spayed first. (When I was surrendered by my former owners, I already had a litter of kittens. They were surrendered too.) She went to pick me up a couple of days after she first saw me, and the staff at the RSPCA said "Are you sure you want this one? She's very timid. She may never go outside, is that a problem?" Mummy said no to the last question; not if she is happier that way. They opened the carrier for a last peek, and said what beautiful fur I had, and then I was in the car riding to my new home. Naturally I was terrified, and when I was released I bolted straight behind the washing machine and stayed there for about 2 hours. Every so often I looked up to see this strange human face peering at me, so I made myself really, really small. But after a while I got hungry and uncomfortable. Then I heard a kind voice speaking to me, and I smelled cat crunchies! Cautiously I came out towards the human that was offering me the kibble. I sensed that she was going to take care of me, so I rubbed my scent on her and ate some kibble. Hooray, I had a home and a human of my own!
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