Ok, definitely my last post on this subject - folks can be bored to death I would imagine
Well we have this pedigree cat that we acquired for a minimal price (by pure chance). British Shorthair . She is like the Staffy Bull of the cat world. Short legs, stocky body.
I have mentioned that she has settled in now - now she can tear around the house, upstairs and down at a speed that I have never seen before in a cat. We have always had a cat, but never as quick as this one!
To digress. Years ago, a took a black and white kitten from a Polish fellow. To call the cats he would say "Che Che Che". We say " Puss Puss Puss". The Spanish say "Wanny Wanny Wanny". So I named my black and white kitten " Che Che".
Che Che was amazing. Those hair things that women use to put their hair into a pontytail, we tied a couple together - it was the "bobble". Che Che would chase the bobble and bring it back. More than that, we could say to her "Where is your bobble?" - she would find it and bring it to us to throw, for her to chase.
More than that - Che Che had a little soft toy dog. A Snoopy dog. I lived on my own back then. When I went to bed, Che Che followed me, and slept on the end of my bed, she always brought the Snoopy dog with her. When I went downstairs in the morning, Che Che followed me (with her dog).
Now whilst Lilah isn't quite bringing the bobbles back yet, she is carrying around with her a soft toy.
So many people reckon that cats just love us for warmth and food - they are wrong.
We had our cat Lilah spayed (we bought her to be a pet not for competition or breeding).
Anyway, she had the op ten days ago, and we had to take her back today to check that everything looked ok (no infections or anything around the scar).
Our lovely little kitten Lilah. She does actually have a great "nature", you can play around with her, and she loves it.
It was ok. Pam casually asked if the vet (Ross) would clip her claws.
From there on things got really funny. She is a small cat (well almost still a kitten), but robust (yes robust is a nice way to describe her).
So Ross called in a "nurse" to help. Well everything pretty much went ok, but in the end there was Ross, the nurse, and Pam holding this loveable piece of fluff down, who by now was wrapped in a blanket. Crickey I have never seen such sheer unadulterated violence! She was almost foaming at the mouth! trying to bite anything! As I didn't really want to cramp the style of the vet and his staff - I stood by the door and watched.
Anyway, they got her claws clipped. £18. I think that that might be the hardest £18 that the vet (Ross) has ever earned.
So when we arrived back at home, she shrugged off the assault on her pride and dignity, and decided to charge back up and down the stairs chasing her toys.