Bedtime calls, but I am sitting on the sofa with the IPad and MasterB has taken over the armchair after a fair fight with some string. He has a gorgeous new basket, but so far has done little more than sniff at it. No updates about Trevor. He is at the Cattery, being fed a diet to control his sensitive tum and no doubt loving the heat lamp, comfy bed and attention. When the rain lashed down last night I was so pleased he was safe and warm.
Two people have responded to the posts about him to offer money for his treatment. Isn’t that wonderful? A cat you don’t know, will never meet, will benefit from your generosity. The power of the Internet – thanks Tim Berners-Lee – is truly amazing.
For all the horrific stories about animal cruelty and neglect there are humans who do redeem our species. Kris celebrated happy animals rehomed in her blog yesterday. We need those stories of hope to motivate and inspire us in the face of the bleak reality faced by so many animals. Lorely and her friends are taking practical steps to improve animals’ lot. You may need a stiff whisky to get through this post, but believe me, it’s worth it. I left a comment, but it is not there. Blogspot is like that sometimes.
MasterB is a rescue cat. My friend Octavia has the gorgeous Mami who also had a false start. Kris adores Timmy, who is not the cat she thought she wanted, and of course Madame Fang is Steve’s baby. Mami and Fang were still kittens when they were rehomed, but Timmy and MasterB had passed the appealing infant stage. However if you tried to prise them from from us, we would put up one hell of a fight.
What I am trying to say is, if you want a cat, it doesn’t have to be a kitten. Believe me, I could not love MasterB more if I had been present at his birth. Kittenhood is short. A cat’s life can be long, and every day is a blessing.
Thank you to everyone who has wished Trevor well. His survival is a symbol of what we can do the address the wrongs humans inflict daily on other species.