12 November 2008

What a day! or Dreams can come true...


Yesterday we found Squeak in the wall of the tack room - today, we found him in the tiniest tube in the wall, upside down and looking very much worse for wear. Stupid cat. Having got him out of the wall we brought him in and left him with food and water on top of the boiler in a pet carrier. He soon picked up but then our attention focused on the absence of Ratty, who was eventually found in the wall on the other side of the stable. So today has been spent rescuing cats - head down the back of walls bum in the air trying not to join them. Not the most elegant position but needs must.

I decided to call in the big guns and got the lady from the cat protection league to come out. A lovely lady who has lent us a double size carrier so they can be contained with food and litter tray and we can keep an eye on them. She also confirmed we have two brothers so their actual names are Tim (as in Nice but Dim - Harry Enfield and Hot-Hubby's choice) and Bruce which was my choice and due to a dream I had. Tim has the snots which I'm hoping is due to dust and dirt and nothing more but we need to keep an eye on him. Next episode - a trip to the vet for jabs and worming.


2 comments:

Kim Stagliano said...

Even your most horrid posts sound delightful to my American ears. Truly. Snots? Cats stuck in tubes? Dreadful! But lilting and charming all the same!

:)

Amanda said...

It was quite funny in hindsight - being that both cats are well. Not being a cat person I am of course immune to the purring like an out board motor that emits form Tim when he has a cuddle...

They may yet be house cats - no, make that therapy cats - bith girls, especially bear besotted! (and up at 3am wanting to be with the cats)