The Christmas Kitten

I am told a few years ago (maybe 5 or 6), a couple from up the road had a cat. A little black cat. Now this cat had her sister a small tabby, sadly the little sister was hit by a car. She died. Now this little cat had no friends and she was full of kittens. She eventually had the kittens, all 4 of them and was a happy family for a few weeks.Till one day, the family up and left, taking her kittens with them.

 She was alone in the world, and no one would let her in her home, it was snowing and cold, and generally not nice for a small cat. She wandered down the road and found some people who knew what had happened. At first they let her stay in the shed. They gave her a hot water bottle and a basket at night, and breakfast in the morning. But still no one came for her. On Christmas Eve, with no one coming back top collect her, my people decided that she wasn’t going to stay in the shed any longer.

She was given a name, a nice warm home, friends and a family.

Meet Inky the Christmas kitten.

(I am told she used to like getting in bags when she first came to the family)

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Now I know her back story is sad and all but Inky I can tell you is a little Madam! After having the kittens she got a big belly and it hasn’t left her, so she wobbles as she walks. She gets a grump on easily and can be really jealous of other cats, but not of me! (Is that good or bad? I don’t know to be honest) and she steals other peoples food; including mine (which is mean).

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She likes a conversation with my people, she will sit next to them and meow and meow as they say nice things to her. She likes to poke people with her foot. Especially in the face!

I like Inky because she is funny but she doesn’t seem to like me!

(Note from Human)

Inky is a great cat, if you have ever read the book A Christmas Kitten by Vivienne French (as my sisters and I did as children), she so just reminded us of her.

We do love you Inky, and you can stay here forever.

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The Dreaded Vets!

Yesterday I had a surprise trip in the car, I thought we were going to the park … maybe visiting family, or perhaps going to the pet shop. No! I wasn’t going to any of those nice places. I was being taken to the VETS! Now all pets know of this nasty place. The last time I was there the vets almost killed me! My people weren’t happy at all. Still I am told every year I need to get my injections.

I went into the reception and we were told to have a seat. I sat on my person’s knee trembling, she was nice and comforted me. I felt a bit better when I met a little Schnauzer, we had a little chat but then went back to our own people.

Eventually I was called in. I was plonked unceremoniously on to a black table and as I tried to hide in my persons coat I was dragged out again by a person I had never met before! I was manhandled and poked and prodded and the vet looked at my person and said ‘he looks like a Papillon but he is a little big’. The man was doubting what I am. My person told we do have the certificate saying I was a Pap, and that I wasn’t wanted because of a few defects, but my people didn’t realise size was one of them nor did I. They all agree it doesn’t matter what I am, they love me none the less. (I felt so loved then :D)

After all of that he then took a HUGE and I mean Huge! Okay quite a small needle, and proceeded to jab me with it. I screamed in pain and it made the vet jump and pull the needle out to quick! I didn’t go to bite him I didn’t even turn my head towards him I just squeaked. The stupid man then had to finish what was left in the needle else I would have been done properly. I was stabbed twice!

I was taken away and then another car journey later we were i the pet shop. I was allowed  to pick my favorite chew which I carried to the car on my own. So it cancelled it all out. I hope you all don’t have nasty vets stories but I bet you do, silly vets.

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Jealous

Why do cats get all the boxes? I know boxes are a cat thing, but for once in a while I’d like to sit in a box.

Perhaps it will make them like me more if I start sitting in boxes too.  Skally is king of the cats and has all the boxes first. It’s not fair.

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Well I rebelled against it and stole that box! For dog kind! We like boxes too, especially ones you can just fit your bum in. They make nice chew toys and good hiding places.

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Though I had to give it up eventually, it was too small for me to sleep in. I tried though, I will just have to keep to sitting in them and ripping them apart and eating the pieces. Who says dogs can’t like boxes?

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