Cuddle crazy

I arrived early this afternoon because my overlocker had an appointment at the Bernina shop in Chatswood at 11:30am. Three vollies and Avalon had all the jobs under control. After sterilizing the condos in the welfare room I got to "socializing" with the cats. I didn't get far because those that I chose demanded such deep cuddles that I ran out PPE! Lillie will eat if brushed.

Perhaps her problem with Toby when they lived together was that he acted as though ALL the food was his. She enjoyed being brushed and nibbled between strokes. Tim has also found that Buddy and Petey's mesh door swings open by itself and that they stay inside. Both of the water dishes were on the top shelf. Petey lapped all through the time I spent brushing Lillie so it must have been out of his three legged reach for some time.

Venus didn't want to know anything about that.

I washed Allie's face with a damp face washer. She didn't mind it. And she loves to be brushed. She crawled into my arms and shed hair and drool all over my shirt. Let's hope she appeals to an adopter this weekend.

Vinnie likes his tummy tickled as well as cuddles and pats. His shaved back half is probably because he has been investigated for a dodgy hip. Pelvic luxation was mentioned. (The prognosis is good). At that point I ran out of shirts and came home

Overstaffed Boss Cocky

Today I had two regular vollies plus Sue who was training two more vollies. I enjoyed swanning around looking decorative. (Not). And as I did a final check of waters and doors I noticed that Lil/Loki/Leo had no water. I filled their bowl and immediately all three heads tried to fit into that bowl. So I gave them another. . . . . which they will probably overturn overnight. Lucia has been desexed and still wears a collar. When I gave her breakfast she got out of her box (Yellowglen Rose. . . very good taste for a Liverpool cat) and I took her collar off because her right front leg was sticking out of it as well as her head. She retired to her box and stayed there all day. I sat on the floor beside her and tried to entice her out of it by pats and loving words but it didn't work. She purred and appreciated the attention but wasn't falling for the trick. But as I was about to leave, she emerged and allowed me to put it back on her. And purred again. The sister of the woman who surrendered Abbie called to ask after her. I took the phone with me and Abbie talked to her, purred and drooled. Even the attention of a mobile phone is good to Abbie. Later I came back with a brush and gave her lots of time. She loved it. I had to wipe her drool from the floor. . . together with the hair. Like Katie she never stops moving for a photograph.

Another cat that loves attention is Tammy 6. Tammy 1 doesn't like attention. She is the wild one that introduced the dread disease but recovered. Tammy 6 is the fluffy ginger with freckles on her nose.

We have a rash of black cats including Star who now rooms with Rita (except at mealtimes).

Windsor is black.

As are Buddy and Petey whose distinguishing features are one white whisker and only one front leg.

Blue murder

As I arrived a young couple came to meet Tux. Tim opened his door and he strolled out to greet them . . .. briefly and then to explore. I herded him back to them with a feather on a stick toy. They enjoyed watching him play (and probably learned how to play with a cat never having had one before) and decided to adopt him. But they have to go out to buy stuff for him so will pick him up tomorrow. As proof of their commitment, they went through with the adoption paperwork after Tim had me hold him, in the kitchen (I mean hold the cat!) while his microchip was inserted. That is when the blue murder screaming started. But he wasn't fighting very hard. No scratches on either of us. After a couple of tries, the microchip went in under his skin. It is a horribly thick, blunt looking needle so I don't blame him for kicking up a fuss. They will be back tomorrow with all the gear.

In the meantime since Wednesday: Jacob and Edward have been adopted. Edward has gone but Jacob is still there with a sign "We have been adopted". But they have been adopted by different families. Jacob was very sweet today. He must know something good is coming to him.

And Luna has been adopted by Bron who fostered her originally and can't bear the though of her stuck in a condo forever.

We have a new cat, Abbie. Her condo card says that she is 12 years old. But I don't believe it. She looks older to me.

I had a lovely smooch with Tabby. Whoever adopts him will have to get used to damp laps. He is a slobber pus.