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.

x

Excalibur and Quinevere.

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What silly names for cats! I much prefer their usual names Skall and Quin. Well these two are brother and sister, they came as a set, like Bubbles and Sway but younger. My people say they are the most ‘aloof’ (whatever that means) because they have had a good life from a very young age. Skall is the silver Tabby and Quin is the white odd eyed cat. They are both 9 years old now, and don’t really show their age much.

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These two like me the least! I can understand with Quin, she is partially blind so perhaps a bigger happy barking doggy would be scary. Skall on the other hand is the monster cat. He is the ‘top dog’ of the house. A mean lean fighting machine, he has been known to escape the house, walk across the road, find their cat and beat it up in it’s own garden, to return happily and go to sleep in his basket.

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He sits on top of the kitchen cabinets and stares at you. It is a little bit creepy if I am honest. Them big golden eyes all scary and big. He is a fussy eater too! I love food ALL the time, but he decides that one day he doesn’t want chicken and wont eat his food. He wants fish instead, and he wont eat anything till you get him that fish. I think that is a little rude, the people are nice giving us tasty things, we should love them for it. Not turn our little posh noses up and walk away.

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Quin likes to sit in one of them snood thing and hiss at anything that goes past (especially me).

(She also looks a bit like a demon in some photo’s)

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I like Bubbles better he is nicer to me.

(Note from Human)

These were the only two cats we have had from kittens and by gum you can tell they aren’t rescues. They are the King and Queen of our own little house, and they do let you know. Skall has more than once got out of the house and beat up neighbors cats, so we made the decision to make them all house cats who go out on a lead in the garden every now and then.

Quin … well she is just Quin. Loves a bum scratch and a chin tickle, and is never frightened of fireworks or lightening. She likes to play with the shapes and shadows whilst sitting in the window. It must be to do with the fact she can’t hear the noises properly, seeing as everyone else is scared.

Quin and Skall we love you even if you seem to just about tolerate us.

x

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?

x

Ed

Contrary to popular belief (don’t I sound posh?) Ed is actually a girl AND I am actually a boy. I wish people would stop telling me I am a pretty girl, it does knock a boys confidence you know.

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Anyway Ed is a girl; a grumpy, skinny, sassy girl.  She has a right attitude on her, and she eats soooooooo much for a skinny cat! If I ate that much I’d be a chubby puppy. She isn’t too fond of me but I like to sniff her bottom, it smells quite good in a morning I do tell you.

A tabby cat with a little white chin, I must admit she is a pretty little thing.

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She wont play though no matter who tries; person or doggy, she wont play. She also has a really annoying meow, it isn’t really a meow more like a grouch? drawl? croak? I can’t describe it really. She was the most recent addition to the family before I came along, and was found not far from where we live I am told.

I like Ed but She doesn’t like me!

(Note from Human)

Ed was found at the back of a Chinese takeaway about 1/4 of a mile from our house.  She lived with the black bin bags and ate from them. A friend of ours found her and asked if we could take her. With 6 cats already we thought it might be a stretch but as soon as we saw her we just couldn’t say no.

She was named after a rescue cat from the Mann Cat Sanctuary (website here http://www.manncat.com/)

Little Ed was a female one eyed tabby who still got around and loved life, although sadly that was a few years ago and I believe she has passed on. After seeing the ‘Chinese cat’ and looking at how familiar they looked, we knew what we had to call her.

She is a strange little thing. She is so tiny, no matter how much she eats. She will not play if you are watching and she hates her feet being touched. But the saddest bit of them all is that she likes black plastic bin bags. If we leave one out waiting to put something in it, or even if there is a full one about, she will sit on it and go to sleep. No matter what baskets or cushions or beds, she will choose to sit on the bin bags. They must be a comfort to her, a little quirk she can’t let go form her past life. She knew they were a safe place and one where she could find food; the poor little thing.

Now she is as ‘happy as a clam’ and loves to be with you. You can shout her name and she will purr, she just wants to sit next to you and appreciate your company.

Ed you are odd but we love you.

x