On Tue, 12 Jun 2018 09:09:31 +0100, Vicky Ayech <***@gmail.com>
scrawled in the dust...
Post by Vicky Ayech
#2 daughter's cat was a rescue cat with attitude and delicate
sensibilities. When her partner moved in he pulled a lot of his fur
out in places (cat pulled own fur, not partner pulling own or cat's)
and it took him months to reccover. WHen grandson, now 20 months old,
came along the cat was very upset. Lap of daughter was often occupied
by new thing. Time had to be made for cat lap access.
Then it got so much worse. Grandson on the move turned out to be a cat
lover, just like his mum. Cat did not reciprocate and took measures.
Grandson is a tough little boy and is not deterred. For a long while
cat was one of only 3 words he could use. All animals were cat and he
followed the poor cat anywhere he could get to. Grandson was often
covered in scratches and little injuries where the cat said he didn't
want to play.
Luckily they are no longer in a flat and a 4 story house allows lots
of hiding places :). I haven't seen the cat on the last 3 visits.
I, rather reluctantly, agreed to rehouse SiL's two cats. The older female,
Sadie (although Sadist might have been more appropriate) was a very grumpy
elderly female who dribbled constantly, didn't seem to like people and
really disliked children. Our youngest was a toddler when she arrived and
would try to get Sadie to play with her. Fortunately Sadie kept herself
well out of reach most of the time.
The other cat, Charlie, was very friendly and kind and became even more so
after Sadie died. He was a great companion to me and would lie across the
back of my shoulders like a scarf.
Annoyed by The Archers since 1959