Missed one

Today I went to pick up litter. I am actually learning the route and where places like Doonside are! So I didn't get to Safe Haven until 2:30pm. Some cleaning angel had sterilized most of the condos that I left to be done on Wednesday. But more were to be done: The nameless mum and bubs in S14 have gone to a foster home. Emma (so named because Emma brougth her) has gone. The condo above the nameless mum's had a please clean sign. Larry and Leonard's wheely condo still had the sign I put on it on Wednesday. Mally's condo needed to be done because he was adopted today. Hurrah. We got an enquiry from our web page from a mum of a 4 (almost 5) year old on Wednesday to ask if Mally would be suitable for a kid. I replied that he (the cat) is big enough and smart enough to keep out of the kid's way. And that they should both visit to see if Mally liked them. They came. They liked him. He liked them. He went home with them to make beautiful music together. While I cleaned Mally's condo, Billy above sat and watched

until he could bear it no longer. . . too much wiggling around, too many nasty smells and scraping sounds. He retreated to his upper berth. And Tabby next door was digging and digging in his small litter tray. He just couldn't find the right position. Eventually he did his business and I gave him a bigger litter tray. He is a big puss.

And still I missed one of the please clean signs. The one on Jacob's condo and he has been gone for a week. So it is not just me who misses them. Petal, Steph's cat, has lovely blue-green eyes. They will be staying with us for some time while Steph sorts out her abode.

Settling in

Tabby seems like an affectionate cat. His first owner says that he was and he is certainly warming up to us.

His neighbour Mally is quite confused. He thinks that he would like to like us but then changes his mind and snarls.

Next door to him is Windsor, the new boy who came from a cat colony. He knows that he doesn't like us and is doing a really good job at being invisible.

Leopold is trying hard to get used to our strange ways in his condo. But sometimes he gets overwhelmed. I tried to get a photo of his ears which show the signs of many battles. He must have spent time on the street.

Angel is still not well. She hardly eats and prefers to sit on a hottie.

Her sister (still unnamed) keeps it warm for her.

Staffless cocky

Last week I felt smug that I could sit back and be boss cocky at SH today with Joy and Gen and Catsie to do all the work. Then Catsie had to take Michael to doctors, Joy had to take her cat to the vet (more important) and Gen didn't arrive. So it was just me. I decided to do the front cats first just in case we got visitors. Then Gina arrived to adopt Lola. She had organised a friend to drive her, phoned me several times to set it up. I promised to have my phone in my pocket and turned on. It was. But it must have been on mute/no vibrate because I didn't get the call. Never mind. Gina is my friend. She knows I am a tech clutz. Gina decided on the spot that Lola was for her. There is, as her sister Francesca says, a distinct similarity in the look in their eyes. She wanted to take Lola now, today, this instant. So I dove into my first adoption. Of course, because Lola had been adopted and then returned her paperwork was not ready to go with helping bits of paper for inexperienced adopters. We muddled through it. Thank goodness Gina knows that I am a paperwork clutz. I even managed to take the payment with the square correctly (I think). One of Ashleigh's kittens is not well. (I have named her Angel but Tim doesn't like the name). There were signs of explosive diarrhorea on the condo wall. She didn't eat much yesterday. Today she managed some puree'd tuna and chicken mince in broth. She spends the day in a condo beside Marmalade. Eventually she "got" how nice the hottie was and snoozed. Missy and Milo were desexed yesterday. Missy's Elizabethan collar was missing. It was in her box not around her neck. And her stitches were gone. But no sign of blood or opening inscision. Early in the afternoon a lady arrived to visit Tabby. He was her cat before she gave him away to a friend. He lived rough before he came to her and didn't settle well with her two older female cats even though he was brilliant with the kids and adults. So eventually, for the sake of her old cats, she passed him on to a friend who, unfortunately has had to move and can't take Tabby with him. She had a lovely visit and left him purring with a pile of cooked chook. She will return.