For those of you that follow me on Instagram and Facebook you’ll already know that we found out the other week that despite mummy and daddy’s best efforts our Lil Sweet P’s ‘C’ has returned. This is devastating news and we’re all heartbroken that our newest addition, the one that battled so hard to get here is poorly and there’s nothing more mummy and daddy can do for her. Whilst me, Millie and Angelin aren’t yet on proper friendly terms with her, we’re getting there and we’re starting to make progress and have mostly stopped hissing and growling and have even been seen joining in with her playtime. We all know what she’s been through, we all started off in the same place – as a lonely poorly kitty wandering the streets of Cyprus, we know what a tough start to life she had and what a struggle she had to get better. We’ve all been there and we really do understand the hardship she’s been through and the journey she’s taken during her short life.

For us three though our hardship finished when we found our furrever home and we’re welcomed into the loving arms of our new furramily but sadly for Precious her troubles just kept on coming despite landing on her paws finding a place with us in our loving home. Her problems didn’t ease when she arrived with us but as you know mummy and daddy have worked hard and built her trust up, taught her how to play and watched her blossom into a chubby, fluffy, bouncy, tigger cat.

A couple of weeks ago was the toughest day we’ve had yet as a furramily, Lil P had (another) vet visit, it was the visit that mummy and daddy were dreading, the one that confirmed that despite everything they have tried and done for our little sisfur, Precious cancer is back and it’s aggressive. It’s in her ear again for sure but the big shock was that her nose wasn’t blocked and swollen with infection this time so it’s likely the nasties have spread to her lip/nose as well. Mummy and daddy have already done everything they can for her so all they can do now is keep her comfortable with some anti inflammatory medicine.

Needless to say mummy and daddy are absolutely devastated and heartbroken, mummy said that they feel powerless and numb, it wasn’t the plan they had for her and not the news they ever wanted to hear. Mummy and I talk about these things on our walkies and I know that all mummy and daddy want to do for us girls is to give us a happy home, full of love and kindness, somewhere warm to curl up at night and a plentiful supply of food and treats to keep our tummies full. A place where we feel safe, where we don’t have to worry and where we can live out our days safe in the knowledge that mummy and daddy will do whatever it takes to give us the life they told us we deserve when we joined the furramily. I’ll never forget that promise that mummy whispered to me every night when I first arrived, it’s the same promise she whispered to Millie and Angelin and more recently to Precious too.

“You are safe, you are loved, you are home”

I know from the way mummy talks that something has changed, mummy and I know each other so well, she can’t hide anything from me, I can tell from the tone of her voice which is different when she talks to Precious, she’s changed the way she talks to her whilst she’s brushing her, whilst she’s playing with her, whilst she cuddling with her, there an extra gentleness and calm to her voice that wasn’t there before. I can tell that mummy’s heart is heavy, that she feels sad, mummy might not realise it but I remember when mummy was like this before, when my my big sisfur Mia and my brofur Peppar was poorly. So I keep her company and keep her spirits up by running on my wheel and being mummy’s best bath buddy and when mummy and daddy are sleeping me, Millie and Angelin creep up and snuggle with them as they sleep as I know daddy is different recently too.

It seems that despite being so young our Sweet P is a purrfectly imperfect superhero like us and it turns out she has the most powerful superhero strength of all. It’s stronger than Millies tripaws super speed and even stronger than mine and Angelin’s blindie super senses, Lil P has something extraordinary, something truly unique. It turns out that this little kitty, my sisfur, has the greatest power of them all, the greatest power anyone could ever wish for, a power so strong it could change the whole world for the better, given time. Precious has the power to capture hearts, the power to unite people around the world with love. Pure, sweet, innocent love 💗.

The power that emanates from Lil P is strong, it transverses the world, Precious might not be blind but her powers are, not a single soul can resist the love that she emanates. Well, her story has spread far and wide and amongst all the hearts she’s captured there’s a group that have really been infected by her spirit, some very special little people on the other side of the world. You’ll remember the little hoomans that sent me mail, well, they really went to the next level with Previous, the entire class sent her a whole heap of get well cards, mummy said they were filled with lovely messages and each card had beautiful colours and pretty pictures, each hand drawn by a kind, caring, compassionate little person. Mummy said they are the most beautiful things she’s ever seen and that these are some very special kids who’s parents should be very proud.

We were all so touched by such kindness, such compassion and such love and coming from such young little humans made them even more special. I reckon these little people, Precious’ little fan club are going to grow up to be extraordinary people and go on to do amazing things.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, we got sent the most beautiful poem by some of my furriends on Instagram, needless to say mummy, again had tears of love streaming down her cheeks, she said between sniffs, “what wonderful people there are in this world, who would have known that one tiny, poorly kitty could make such a big impact in this world. We’re so blessed to have found her.”

Mummy read the poem out loud to all of us and really there isn’t anything else I can say, so I will just leave you to read their beautiful words as they say it best. Until next time, thank you, we love you all and imagine if everybody could just be a bit more “Precious” how wonderful the world would be.

When I moved to my furrever home from Cyprus all those years ago I never realised how much my life would change. I never realised what a wonderful world this could be and I certainly didn’t realise how many wonderful people I would meet from all around the world that I would come to consider my furriends.

We’ve all been feeling a bit down with everything that’s been going on with Lil sweet P, for a little kitty she’s made a big impact. We’ve still got a way to go before she’s fully part of the furramily but little by little we’re getting there, it’s just taking time, lots of time. Anyway mummy and daddy were feeling a bit low, mummy wasn’t her usual bubbly upbeat self when we were out on walkies and I knew something wasn’t quite right. Mummy took over my social media accounts to explain what was going on and that we would be taking a break for a bit to concentrate on getting Lil P better and building both hers and our confidence. Having a new kitty join our furramily has been a shock for us too and it’s especially hard to deal with that and come to terms with our new sisfur when she keeps coming and going, it’s very disruptive and hasn’t been a good start, certainly not the start mummy and daddy hoped for.

Then one day the delivery man arrived with some boxes and mummy took them saying “daddy’s been shopping again girls” daddy said “I haven’t bought anything, who are they from?” Mummy couldn’t find a name so we all inspected the boxes, they smelt good, and I meowed to mummy that I thought they might be for us girls. “Well, there’s only one way to find out” said mummy, so we all gathered round and she started to open them, one by one. It was so exciting, we were all milling around, there was a lovely waft of treats as mummy opened the first box, and then Angelin got really excited as there was so much crinkle paper she was in her element. Mummy opened the second box and that one smelt really good, so I claimed it as mine by sitting in it. “Move your bum Jen, I can’t get into it to find out what’s in the bottom, you’re sitting on what’s inside.” Then the more mummy opened, the more her voice started to change, I could hear the slight tremble, the change in pitch, mummy was getting very emotional, she sniffed and then I could tell her eyes were wet and the tears started. I gave her a little head bump and she said “it’s ok Jen these are happy tears, all this wonderful stuff is from your friends, they’ve sent us a care package.” Mummy had found a little note in one of the boxes, she read it out to us

“From Carmel and friends xx”

“A calming bed for Precious & goodies for you all to enjoy!! Healing purrs from a group of cat friends on IG from Carmel and friends xx”

Well, that was it mummy was away blubbering and even daddy was lost for words. Meanwhile everything was spread over the living room floor and we were fighting over the crinkly catnip butterfly 🦋 toy and generally making mischief thinking that catmas had come early. There was so much in those wonderful boxes, a huge snuggle bed for Precious, a four way crinkle play tunnel, regular treats, kickers, calming treats, churu which mummy says is like our lick-e-lik and even some chocolates and relaxing bath smellies for mummy. There was so much stuff and so much love in that box we really didn’t know what to say.

Then over the next couple of days more boxes arrived, first here was a lovely mug for mummy to drink her tea from (she’s so English), then a voucher which daddy used some of to buy a little machine that blows mist for Precious to help try to clear her blocked nose and then a big box arrived, this one smelt different, it smelt of the garden and I was right, when mummy opened it inside was a plant, not just any plant though, mummy said it was a rose for the garden, now I like roses (except when I jump into them by mistake when chasing birdies) as they smell pretty and delicate but mummy said this wasn’t just any rose it had a name and it was called ‘Precious Love’ well that was it, mummy was off again, she was mumbling between tears about how someone has put so much thought and effort into this and how on earth did they find such a purrfectly named rose. She put it in pride of place in our catio where one of us promptly had a little dig in the pot and spread some of the soil over the catio, just to check it was ok you know. That kitty shall remain nameless.

Since then we’ve been enjoying all our goodies and Precious just loves the crinkle play tunnel, she’s really been going for it under the watchful eye of Millie of course. I don’t quite know what she’s doing with that tunnel but she’s noisy, really, really noisy, all I hear is pawsteps then crinkle, then bam, bam and crinkle, then more pawsteps and more crinkling. I feel very sorry for that tunnel as it sounds like it’s getting more beaten up than played with! Then after so much energetic (and noisy) play she settles down for a nap in the snuggle bed, mummy said she was a bit wary of it at first but then as she slept she gradually worked her way onto it one paw at a time, before she knew it she was pretty much completely snuggled up for a good nap.

I also helped cheer mummy up by having a little game of hide and seek with her, she was looking everywhere for me, hunting in all of the beds we’ve got everywhere, in the cons club, out on the catio, she hunted high and low before she eventually found me hiding in the box the rose came in, it was the purrfect hiding place.

I’m still very unsure of my new sisfur but we are all making progress and Millie and Angelin are getting closer and closer to Lil P and she seems to realise that they’re not anything to be scared of. Yesterday mummy was quite excited because the three youngsters were all eating together and are also starting to play near each other too. Me, I’ll take a bit longer to come round but we’ll get there.

I’m not sure what we’ve done to deserve such special furriends, we’re just four purrfectly imperfect rescue kitties living our best lives, not doing anything special at all. But now I realise what wonderful people there are in this world and how lucky we are to have found them and become furriends with them even though we’ve never met each other. It’s more than that it’s a community, a community that genuinely cares for each other, looks after each other, understands each other and loves each other. This is a community that I’m proud to be part of.

Oh and happy birthday daddy 😺

Mummy and daddy have been trying to help Precious settle in and they decided to do it through play. Mummy was trying to explain to me how Lil P wasn’t like us three girls who had somehow taught ourselves to play with toys and feathers and each other. Precious was actually scared of toys and if one touched her she would flinch rather than play and pounce and chase. I think that’s quite sad really but she was on the streets the longest out of all of us so might explain why. I know from my own experience that life on the streets isn’t fun and playful, it’s hard and scary, specially you’re poorly and alone with no one to help you. You only care about surviving, finding the next morsel of food to eat, not frivolous things such as fun.

Mummy and daddy tried each of our toys, one by one to see if anything at all provoked even the smallest reaction, just a twitch of an ear or the flex of a paw but nothing, not a glimmer. Then one day mummy was playing with Angelin with her favourite crinkle stick and just brushed it on the sofa next to Precious and there it was, the smallest head movement rolling the crinkle stick. It would have been easy to miss but mummy is a very clever lady, not much gets past her and she just very casually and without saying a word or reacting at all moved the crinkle stick back again, there it was again, Lil P’s head moved again. Back went mummy with the toy and there was a paw movement – Precious was finally playing. Look daddy, mummy whispered Precious is playing. Fantastic said daddy, keep it going. Well since then mummy played with Precious all the time, each time building her confidence a bit more, little by little. We got to play too and one day mummy was playing with the crinkle stick with Angelin again, Angelin was running all over the floor and as mummy watched Precious was watching Angelin play, watching the stick swish back and forth across the floor, then Precious moved right to the edge of the sofa, head hanging over the edge and all of a sudden she couldn’t contain herself any more and almost without realising what she was doing she launched! Then as if that was just the most normal thing to do she landed on the toy and then realising what she’d done she ran and hid behind the chair! That wasn’t the end of it though, she still wanted to play but just little bursts to catch he toy and then back to the safety of the chair. She did this for a little bit and then had to have a little rest as she was tired out. Not being used to playing it’s quite a tiring game so little bursts are what mummy was going for with a rest in between to recharge.

Over the next few days the play got longer and the rests got shorter, there was gradually more play out from the chair and bit by bit and without Precious even realising what mummy was doing she was playing all over the living room floor. When mummy was out at work daddy took over as Precious play buddy. Then we started to get curious, there was the patter of different paw steps, I know each of my sisfurs way of walking and running, Angelin is a slow and steady step, usually quiet and considered, even when she runs it’s just a quicker walk, she rarely bursts into a run. Then there’s Millie, she has a different noise, she’s far from quiet and you can hear her thud, thud, thud as she runs around nearly always at super speed. This was different though, Precious is a very quiet girl, we hardly even notice she’s around most of the time but I could hear the happiness in her movements, she had a spring in her step, running, chasing and even a little leap or two and the paw steps always followed the little noise that they toy made as it scampered across the floor.

Having Precious around still makes us all nervous but whilst Millie and Angelin watch and listen to her playing, I get anxious so I get my wheel going and have a good walk or run to get all the stress out. Mummy says the wheel is the best thing that we ever got for me as it keeps me from getting too stressed about things. Mummy also says that Lil P always seems to like watching me when I’m running, maybe one day she’ll have a go on the wheel too.

Then just as everything was going well, Lil P had to go for a check up on her ear and she came back smelling of the v-e-t and then if that wasn’t bad enough later in the week she had to go back again, mummy noticed her nose was bunged up and the usual sneezing fit didn’t do the job, plus she had scratched her head during the night so back she went. Turns out she had an infected nose and also itchy eyes which needed medicine every day, twice a day, mummy said poor Lil P had also had two jabs in her neck to help fight the infection and to stop the itch. So mummy duly started with the eye drops, well we heard the shouts at the other end of the house, Precious is a small cat, generally fairly silent except for the odd little weird meow here and there when asking for breakfast or playtime but how this noise came out of her I’ve no idea. You would have thought mummy was doing something terrible. It became a daily fight to get any medicine into her eyes at all, mummy said she was lucky to get them in once a day let alone twice. Anyway she persevered but apparently Precious nose was still bunged up and she just wasn’t right, making weird head movements when eating and pawing at her face so back to the v-e-t she went one evening, eventually after mummy and daddy had captured her – mummy described her as being like a slippery bar of soap with legs on! Off she went and then when they came back mummy had a heavy voice, “she needs to go in tomorrow to have her nose flushed” she told daddy, “they also want to x-ray her in case her cancer has come back and is causing a blockage and causing a problem.” “Well,” said daddy, “that’s what we’ve go to do then, get it sorted and hope it’s just food or something that she’s been shoving up there.” So again, the next morning we were all locked out of the living room whilst mummy wrestled with the soap and eventually caught her and off they went, this time Precious was gone all day and we had daddy all to ourselves.

There was good news though, when the phone rang daddy’s voice sounded happy, he told us there was no sign of any growths or nasties in Precious nose and that she had been just bunged up, she came home with mummy a few hours later but she was not a happy girl. She hid. She was scared. She didn’t come out of the spare room for two days. This made mummy upset and whilst I had my evening walkies I could tell mummy wasn’t her usual happy self, she was quiet and thoughtful. I meowed at mummy to find out what was wrong. She said that she felt heartbroken that Lil P was so scared in the very place she should feel safe and secure. All the good work so far with making her feel loved had taken a huge step backwards, she then went on to explain to me that the three of us had plenty of time to get to know mummy and daddy and learn that we loved each of them, plenty of time to build our trust and to know that whatever happened they were there for us. I know that mummy I meowed, I trust you and when I’m poorly I know you will look after me and do what’s best. Mummy went on, “Well Jen, we should be there to provide comfort to you when your sick or scared, to be able to reassure you that you’re safe and loved, not be the ones that you are scared of, that’s not how it’s supposed to work.” I tried to reassure mummy and purred to her, nuzzling her hand with my head, telling her that we knew that and we trust them implicitly, I gave her hand a little kiss. “Thanks Jen, I know you three are good but poor Precious doesn’t know that yet, she hasn’t had the chance to learn about us yet, every time we make a bit of progress and she just starts to trust us just a little bit something happens and we’re back to the beginning again and to top it all off she doesn’t even have you girls as friends yet so she really must feel really alone which is heartbreaking for us. It’s something that we’ve got to put right, no matter how long it takes, she’s been through so much already and really deserves a break and some good luck.”

Mummy also says that as well as play helping us to bond eating together helps too, after all you can’t eat and fight at the same time and eating together is a social thing and something that furramilies do. So mummy has been working on that with Angelin and Precious, they both live food so when the bowls go down it’s heads in and nothing else really matters, gradually mummy has been working the bowls closer and closer so they’re almost next to each other at the food station. We don’t do it all the time but it’s getting a bit more frequent and each time mummy smiles a little more.

I really wish Lil P knew how kind mummy and daddy are, that she knew that they are just trying to help her and wouldn’t do anything to hurt her and that purromise that they made to her when she first arrived is true, we are loved, we are safe and we are home.

I thought about what mummy had said to me about Lil P having no furriends and feeling lonely and I thought about how that might feel and I made a little secret promise to myself and mummy, that I would try just a little bit harder to make Precious feel welcome, after all when I first arrived my brofur and sisfur made me feel welcomed into the furramily. At the very least I’ll try not to be too grumpy towards her from now on after all you don’t join a furramily to be lonely, loneliness is something that should be left on the streets.

Mummy and daddy have been busy again with people coming to see them, first it was a lady who just came for the afternoon. She sat and chatted with them for a few hours, which was fine with us as we just carried on our usual day, wandering about, giving her the casual sniff and meow and then off outside or to have a little snack. We never nap much when there’s people here as we’re always on the listen out for what’s going on. After all stranger danger is something that’s built into us rescue cats. I might look like I’m asleep but I’ve always got one ear open, just in case. She had a soft lilting voice, which was quite calming and gentle sounding, plus she didn’t smell of cats or dogs so that was even better for us as she just smelt of human.

Then some other people turned up, this time though they stayed for a couple of nights. When they were sleeping, they were sleeping in the spare room, which is our room, even if we very rarely go in there it’s still our room! I was camped outside the closed door with Angelin when mummy came past to go to bed, she laughed quietly at us and said to us, I don’t know why you’re waiting there, you never go in there anyway! I know mummy but I might want to go in there and I can’t. Oh you girls are so funny, if that door was open you’d wander right past and not think twice about going in, you only think you want to go because you can’t. Exactly mummy, you’ve got it spot on.

These days it doesn’t take us long to get used to new people but there’s still a way you humans can make it a little bit easier for us. Don’t forget everything about you is new to us, different footsteps, different smell, you’re clothes sound different as do your voices of course but also your movements are different too. So my Jenny top tips for meeting blind cats for the first time in no particular order are:

• Move slowly so we can get used to your noises.
• Talk quietly and in a calm voice.
• Let us smell you – hold out your hand for us to come and sniff.
• Don’t try to stroke us straight away and certainly not on the head, go for the chin or body first with gently strokes.
• Just ignore us unless we come to you, our curiosity will soon get the better of us.
• Give us time to get used to you and talk to us so we get used to your voice.
• Don’t rush around or come towards us quickly.

Us cats pick up on your body language, even us blindies pick up on tone of voice and movements and we react to how you are, if you’re all excited and energetic then we will be too, if you’re calm and gentle then we’ll mimic that and be calm too. We don’t always make friends straight away but with just a little bit of patience and understanding then we’ll be friends in no time.

Whilst their friends were staying mummy and daddy went out (a lot), they practically abandoned us, only coming home to give us dinner, scoop our poop and then they were back out again. The first morning they slept over the man got up early and let us all into the conservatory (we weren’t allowed into the catio as it was raining) but he sat in there with us, drinking his coffee and chatting away to us about all sorts of things. He was so calm and his voice was so quiet and gentle we felt so at ease and had fun spending some time with him just on our own. They had never met blind cats before and when they had some time in the morning before going out they just sat and watched us, fascinated by how we got around, what we can do, how we’ve each got different ways of doing things and different abilities. They even helped Angelin get down if she got stuck up anywhere. Apparently we’re quite fascinating and who needs tv when you’ve got four purrfectly imperfect kitties for entertainment. Each morning they came to see each of us, one by one to say good morning and did the same each night, we each got an individual little stroke and a night, night, they even got our names right too. Then just as we were getting used to them they said their final goodbyes and left to go home although I think they’ll be back sometime as I reckon they’ll miss their daily dose of blindie entertainment. As soon as they had gone and just to prove mummy wrong I went straight into my room to have a little nap on the chair, just to make the point that I really did want to go in there and that it’s my room really.

As well as human visitors we’ve had some new animal visitors too, mummy ‘rescued’ a little guy that had hopped his way into the conservatory one evening, Millie was trying to make friends with it and play with it so mummy released him back outside, mumbling something about him not being very useful as he didn’t turn into a prince so there was no way she was keeping him around. I tell you my mummy is lovely and I love her lots but sometimes I really do think she’s crazy when she comes out with weird things like creatures turning into princess, I mean really, that’s crazy talk.

The best thing that’s turned up recently are butterflies. Mummy planted a new bush ages and ages ago and it started to flower and all the butterflies love it and as it turns out I love butterflies. Their little fluttery wings, their kind of dancing movement it just makes me wanna play with them and dance along with them. Now when we go out for walkies I head straight for the sun and just sit and wait. Mummy knows how good my hearing is but even she is amazed at how I can hear their delicate wings fluttering over the noise of the breeze and the other sounds that are constantly going when we’re outside. But you know me, I like to be challenged and this is where I can really hone my blindie super senses. As I sit either under or next to the bush I can zone out all the surrounding noise, I’m not distracted by any visual movements around me, I can completely concentrate on listening for those tiny wing fluttering sounds, I hear nothing else but those tiny movements heading towards me and then pow! Up I go, jumping and twirling, leaping and soaring, twisting and turning, I’m at one with the butterflies, dancing gracefully and elegantly along side them in complete symmetry, we are at one together, I’m part of the butterfly dance, part of the kaleidoscope, I completely blend in. I am a butterfly.

Well thats how it all looks in my mind anyway until I land in the bush or almost jump into the wall in my eagerness to catch… I mean play with the butterflies. Still however it looks I don’t really care, it’s fun and I love it, I hope the butterflies stay around for a while longer as it makes a nice change to play with these little guys rather than the birdies which just tease me and taunt me from the trees and bushes.

I’m really sorry I haven’t written in a while but things round here have been quite busy with people coming and going and staying over and mummy and daddy going out and well, whens a girl supposed to find time to write?

Precious is still here and very, very gradually we’re still getting used to her, none of us are at the cuddling stage, in fact I’m still at the growling and running away stage, Angelin is a bit more curious and she’s at the go and have a sniff then hiss stage and Millie’s in the I’ll sit close but not next to you stage. This might sound a bit harsh still but we have made progress and I don’t completely freak out every time I hear or smell her. As well as that us three have started to get back to our more normal routine and are playing and chasing each other and I only get a little bit grumpy. Mummy and daddy say that’s a big improvement as the more normal we are the more relaxed we are and the less we worry about Precious being here. We’ve even had breakfast side by side eating together so that’s a real big step forward , so we are getting there slowly and there’s no fighting so that’s a real bonus.

So now a bit of an update from mummy, she talks to me on our walkies so whilst I can’t see what’s going on I know the crack (as they say up here). Lil’ P’s ear has healed fully now and her fur is growing back so she’s starting to feel a bit better and with all the good food and love her fur is now quite soft and silky and she’s put on a bit of weight so yew can’t see her bony hips and ribs anymore. I’m not a big foodie but Precious really is, I fink she’s eating more food than us three put together, it’s lucky we’ve got our treat toy that she doesn’t like as otherwise we’d surely starve! Just kidding as mummy and daddy always make sure the food is topped up before bed and that we have full tummies. Anyway, back to Precious, you’ll remember that she had something removed from her ear, well mummy and daddy decided to send it off to a lab to get it tested and sadly, it came back that it was the big C. It was so lucky that mummy and daddy got the vet to remove it so quickly but it wasn’t the news I know mummy was hoping for. We had talked about it and mummy had said to me that she really, really hoped it would be nothing but suspected it might be something.

Well, thinking about it, it wasn’t luck at all, it was just mummy and daddy’s quick thinking and their love for Precious that made them act quickly and decide to have the operation. I guess it’s just part of who they are, they always do the best for us, always put us first and even when times are tough and it’s a horrible thing to have to do it needs to be done so that’s it, decision made. I know that mummy hated packing Precious up and taking her to the vet so much, it broke mummy heart that Precious was scared of her and ran away from her but she still did it as it was what was best, that is the love that my mummy and daddy have for us. I think they call it unconditional.

I don’t love Precious yet but I do know how tough her life has been so far, how tough any street cats life is, let alone when yews poorly. It’s scary, lonely, cold, hot, yews always on edge and don’t know if something is friend or foe so I do feel sorry for her in my own way. Us three are lucky, other than Millies accident we’ve all been in good health since we were rescued but poor Lil P is still going through it and it hasn’t helped with her being accepted by us as she was coming and going, had a noisy cone on, smelt of the vet and sounded different. At least now though she’s got a loving furramily to go through it with her.

One thing I know for sure is that no matter what happens mummy and daddy will do everything they can to help Lil P. No matter what they won’t break that purromise that they made when she arrived, the same purromise that they made to each of us. You are home, you are safe, you are loved…no matter what .

Lil P is very quiet and she sleeps a lot, I can hear her snoring on and off most of the day and most of the evening too if I think about it. I know us cats sleep a lot but she must be the world record holder for sleeping. Then once in a while she’ll off for a little explore, maybe a look out the window and then back to bed. During the day we have playtime with daddy between naps (ours not his) and then in the evenings we often have a good play with mummy too, it burns off any left over energy and gets us all worn out ready for bedtime. Mummy and daddy have been trying really hard to get Precious to join in, they keep saying something about playing makes us bond, I’m not sure about that as I often give Angelin a slap if she tries to steal my toy that I’m playing with and Millie is very possessive about the crinkle paper, oftener resulting in being whacked with her baseball bat leg which is not fun at all really. Anyway no matter which toy they tried Precious wasn’t budging, not even a little paw movement to touch a feather or crinkle ball, then last night Angelin was playing with mummy with her favourite crinkle stick and mummy noticed Lil P was moving her head, just a little bit and watching the stick as mummy swished it back and forwards across the floor. Mummy very carefully moved it up onto the sofa where Precious has claimed her spot and out came a paw, then as mummy moved it, another paw, then she swished it a little and bam! Lil P caught the crinkles, she went again and again and then chomp, she was pulling and tearing at the crinkles and her blankie (my blankie) and mummy was gasping with delight and daddy was saying “go on Precious”. For the very first time she was actually playing. This made mummy and daddy feel very happy, Precious was so excited she didn’t know what to do with herself and jumped up and ran off! When she came back mummy tried again and had another little play session with her, then she was worn out and just zonked out into a deep sleep, probably dreaming of chasing crinkle sticks.

She must have got the feel for having fun as one morning she then decided to have a little adventure outside too, something she hasn’t done since before her surgeries. I guess she’s starting to feel a bit more settled and happy and wanted to enjoy a break in the rain and enjoy some fresh air.

Of course I’m still being my normal adventure cat self and mummy and I have been spending some time going to my favourite wood to explore and climb some of the giant trees, explore nature and just spending some quality time together, sometimes though we just like to sit a chill together, even if we’re just having a walkies in the garden. Walkies isn’t all about walking or climbing trees or chasing insects or birdies, it’s about being together, it’s about friendship, it’s about appreciating and enjoying each other’s company, it’s about love. For me and mummy this time together is special, it’s our thing and it’s our special time together. It’s the thing that I enjoy most, the thing that I wait all day for, the thing that makes me happy.

On Monday it was my 6th birthday and whilst mummy had to go to work I had a fab day at home with daddy having lap cuddles, running on my wheel and playing damp hands with him. Then just around the time mummy was due home daddy said that mummy had a surprise planned for me, I meowed and meowed at daddy to tell me but all he would say was that I’d have to wait till mummy got home. After what seemed like hours and hours and hours I heard the sound of mummy’s car pulling up and rushed to the door, as it opened I meowed loudly and gave mummy a special twirly and meowed loudly to welcome her home. Then I heard the sound of daddy going to my accessory box, come on Jen he said, let’s get you ready whilst mummy changes. Then, after daddy had clipped my harness on I heard the familiar noise of my backpack coming out. This must mean we’re off on a proper walkies, I hope it’s to the wood, I love the woods. I meowed and meowed to mummy to tell me where we were going but she was as unhelpful as daddy and just said you’ll have to wait and see Jen. Well, it turned out I was right it was the woods and it was wonderful.

Mummy and I walked and walked and walked, I said hello to the cows, I explored the wood, I climbed a tree and I listened out for my mousie furriend that I saw last time but he didn’t want to come out and play. We did meet some doggies though, they were all very well behaved but some were a bit surprised about meeting a cat out for a walk with her mummy, mummy stopped and chatted to them and explained all about me and how I love being outdoors despite being blind. How being blind doesn’t stop me from doing anything and just to prove her right I climbed up the tree! That’ll show them 😺.

Whilst the wood is familiar, each time we go it changes slightly, new smells and sounds to explore, new trails to follow and new things to find each and every time. This time there was a new creature smell, just after mummy had let me out of my backpack, she saw something hopping away from us and off into the trees, I could smell the new trail, I could tell there were fresh paws and so I followed it but it disappeared off into the field where I can’t go. Mummy said it was a squirrel 🐿 she saw not something that I’ve met before here, we used to have them in my old gardens but this is the first time I’ve met one in the woods. Then with that excitement over it was time to go off and explore further, following the path and stopping off at every opportunity to sniff out a new scent trail to follow. I’m very lucky that mummy lets me wander a little way off the path into the undergrowth where I can, she doesn’t follow as she says that she doesn’t want to disturb the nature and the little creatures that might be hiding or living there. This is where mummy and my experience in walkies is very important, we work together so that I can explore under the bushes but also so that my lead doesn’t get caught up, otherwise mummy would have to come and untangle me. I trust mummy completely and so I know that if she gently pulls the lead this way or that way that I should follow her guidance, generally it’s because she’s trying to get me to come back the exact same way I went so I don’t get tangled, or that she’s trying to get me to avoid something like a branch.

Sometimes though mummy lets me fully embrace my adventure cat spirit and when we found the stream again, I was a bit more curious than before, I ventured right down the steep bank, mummy said “be careful Jen, if you slip you’re going to get very wet” “you’ll save me though, won’t you mummy” I meowed as I ventured further down, “I’ll try” mummy said “ but my reflexes aren’t as good as yours” and with that thought I decided I’d leave getting closer to the stream to another time. “I don’t know why you’ve always got to do things the hard way Jen, there’s a much easier way down just over there” well that just wouldn’t be me now would it mummy I thought to myself but she’s right I do like to take the challenging route most times.

Then before I knew it, mummy was saying it was time to head back, aww do we have to I meowed, dragging behind mummy on the lead, mummy explained that it was nearly time for dinner and that she had another special treat in store for me as part of my birthday. Apparently we can’t stay in the woods all evening, even if mummy does say that it’s so peaceful that we could spend a whole day here, given the chance. Still as mummy mentioned dinner, I realised that all this exploring and the smells I’d been following had made my tummy hungry so off we went, following the path back the way we had come, only stopping a few times to investigate something interesting. Then mummy scooped me up and popped me in my backpack and we headed for home.

I’m not really very food motivated, which is a bit unusual for a street cat, they can be a bit greedy but not me! My most favourite food is steak but we normally only get that on extra special occasions but mummy also knows that my second food love is chicken and she cooked some specially for me for my birthday treat dinner. It was so yummy I gobbled it all up and meowed for more, I ate till I had a full tummy and then found a cosy spot to curl up and sleep the night away, dreaming of my special day and all the fun I had. I such a lucky girl to be spoilt so much.

Precious was back at the v-e-t this week to get her stitches out, all went well but she had to keep the cone in for a bit longer, just until her ear fully heals. I’m still staying a polite distance from her, she still sounds odd and none of us really like the sound the cone makes when she shakes it about or scratches at it. Mummy and daddy have been giving her some cone free time each day, meaning she can have a bit of a wash and be a bit more comfortable and today even when mummy and daddy went out Precious was allowed to keep her cone off. It’s her first full day without it for ages, I hope now we can start to get to know her properly as mummy and daddy say she’s here to stay.

It turns out that I was quite lucky my birthday was on Monday and I got the chance to go to the woods as it’s rained every other day since then. Mummy and I have had to be ready to go out for walkies at the slightest sign of the rain stopping or easing up, it hasn’t been a dry walkies every evening, some evenings it’s just when there is a bit less rain than there was before rather than none at all.

There just been so much going on that I’m going to pass over to mummy this week, if it was up to me I’d just tell you about the amazing walkies I had with mummy in the wood where I found a little tiny mousie to play with. Mummy was amazed at how I heard it as the wind was blowing really strong and the trees and their leave were making lots of noise and swishing backwards and forwards and yet my super blindie senses heard a little mouse climbing a blade of grass, I guess it was having its walkies at the same time as us. It was an extra good walkies with tree climbing and all sorts but mummy says that yet again we need to let you all know what’s going on with Precious, I thought this was my blog but seems Precious is getting all the attention at the moment. For those of you that follow my Facebook and Instagram you may already know the story of what’s been going on but I’ll hand over to mummy to fill in all the details.

Hi Everybody, Jenny’s mummy here.

Poor little Precious has really been through it in the past couple of weeks but when she arrived we’d noticed that her ear seems to be really big, bigger than we had expected, and slightly squishy, almost like there was some fluid in there, rather than just scar tissue, a trip to the vet and they cofirmed that there was fluid there so started Little P on a course of anti inflammatory. This didn’t seem to make much difference but the meowing and yeowling took over and it was upsetting the girls so much that we booked Precious in for her lady operation. Whilst she was having that done the vet again looked at her ear. The lady op went well and put little P in her ever so cute onesie, we had a couple at home from when Angelin and Peppar had to use them so we tried those, the first one was too small and Precious managed to get her paws out if it, Peppars one was a bit too big but with a bit of modification and a cute little top knot to take up some extra material it would make do until we ordered the right size for her. She really does make a cute Christmas elf.

Anyway the vet again confirmed that there was still fluid in Precious ear but also something hard there, could be the scar tissue or something else, as she had just had her lady op and still hadn’t settled into our family, the vet agreed that the best thing to do was to keep an eye on it, let her recover from her op and settle in and then go from there, keeping an eye on it to make sure it wasn’t causing Precious any further discomfort. The last thing we wanted to do was to put Precious through more surgery, she’s been through so much in her short little life that we wanted her to feel loved, part of the family and enjoy being in a safe, secure home and part of the perfectly imperfect crew.

A few days later though I got a phone call whilst I was at work, saying can you get home, Precious has burst her ear. I headed home and in the meantime my husband had spoken to the vets and booked an appointment Precious was bundled up, yet again, and off the the vet. Kind of luckily, she had burst it at the bottom and so this made it a bit easier for the vet to drain off what fluid he could. The advice was that we should keep the small hole open, bathe her ear and allow the fluid to drain, he said there was infection in there but with the antibiotics and anti inflammatories we already had his should help clear anything up. We did however book a further appointment with the vet who did Precious spay and had said she could do something further with her ear if we needed to. We, we’re hopeful that with draining the ear over the weekend this would allow her ear to then heal properly without the need for further surgery. Over the weekend we drained her ear, cleaned and bathed it and were continually amazed at how patient she was with it all and how good she was letting us do what was obviously uncomfortable for her. Despite our best efforts and draining the fluid, her ear continued to swell and the vet visit on Monday was really just confirmation of what we really didn’t want to do, book her in for another operation. But, Precious is family and we promised her, like we have all of the other girls that we would do whatever we can, whatever it takes to make sure they are happy and healthy and give them the best life possible. Whilst we thought there might be expenses with Precious and any potential treatment we really didn’t expect them to be quite this soon, before we’ve even had her 4 weeks, this little teeny, tiny cat was now going to have vet visit number 8 to have yet more surgery.

The vets acted really quickly and booked her in for the following day for the operation, the cost was unknown as they couldn’t know what they might find until they actually did the surgery but we just wanted to get Precious better. I wondered about how unfair life can be sometimes, how much can one little cat take? She was changed from the loud mouthed ‘Shouty McShout Face’ that we had got to know and was now as quiet as a mouse, hardly talking, no purring and just sleeping all day and all night, not even moving for food which we had to take to her and give her whilst she was snuggled up in her favourite blankie. Our hearts were breaking for her, she’s only 2, she’s in a strange place, with strange cats that get confused by her coming and going, she’s in heat and then not and hasn’t even had time to get to know us properly so can’t really take comfort from our touch or voice as the other girls would. Every time I picked her up she would shake with fear as she thought I was going to put her back in her carrier for another vet visit. When I went near to her she ran away and hid, it just broke our hearts. We knew we were doing the right thing and making the right decisions but it’s tough to see her like that and emotionally it’s just draining.

But as I said we’re in this for the long haul and with a little patience, we can build that trust and confidence with her. The day of the operation she still had her onesie on as I dropped her off in the morning and went onto work, the day seemed to last forever but eventually we got the call to say she was in recovery, doing well and the op went as well as could be expected. They removed a tissue mass from her ear which we can send off for analysis but at that moment in time we just wanted her home. I picked her up in the evening and she was modelling a new cone as part of her Christmas elf outfit. She was petrified, when I let her out of her Carrie she bolted, she flew round the house, eventually coming to rest under our bed, we gave her a finger tip stroke, moved all the food, water and litter tray in there and closed the door, giving her time to decompress and relax a bit. I went back to check on her and just sat with her, lying on my tummy next to the bed, just gently stroking her, she was shivering so I put daddy’s t shirt over her which seemed to comfort her a bit and then bit by bit tried to persuade her out. Eventually she ventured out and I scooped her up and put her on my lap for a cuddle, still bundled in daddy’s t shirt. We stayed there for over an hour, nothing else mattered other than making this little one feel loved and safe.

Each day she’s got better, although she’s still sleeping a lot she is starting to move round a bit and we’ve cleaned around her wound and washed her face which helped. We’ve also now been able to remove her onesie which we had to cut off as the only way for it to go on and off is over her head and there was no way we were going to risk hurting her ear. Her ear seems to be healing well and the cone doesn’t seem to bother her that much anymore, now she’s learnt how to eat with it on. We keep having to clean the cone though as she’s such a messy eater and the food goes everywhere inside the cone as she shakes her head after eating. Of course she can’t wash her face as she would normally and without her top lip she’s messy even at the best of times.

We really hope that this is the last of things for a while, that Precious can now concentrate on getting better, getting to know us and the girls and settling into our family. There’s still a lot of hissing and growling going on (mostly Jenny and Angelin) although we have had a couple of glimmers of light as Millie and Jenny have each got up on our laps at the same time as Precious so we know they can do it when they want to and that’s something that we can build on.

So, we’ve got everything crossed that the next couple of vet visits for her to have a post op check and to get the stitches out are the last for a while. We’ve all got our fingers and paws crossed for our little sweet P.

Well, Precious has been busy making herself at home, mummy and daddy had to take a few steps back with the introductions and so we had a few nights when Precious was given her own room for the night, leaving us some time to just chill out and relax a bit, time to just reset ourselves and have what we know to be our regular family time. I feel a bit better about this and it gave me some time to roam the house in peace, run on my wheel and have playtime with mummy and daddy. Those few extra nights peace and quiet has made a big difference. Along with, of course my one on one walkies time with mummy everyday.

I kind of get that she’s here to stay and though I’m still not happy about it but I no longer feel completely threatened in my own home, just a bit upset and uptight but well , that just how I am really. Now I’m just down to growling, hissing and running away. At least we can be in the same room together and I don’t run very far, just up onto the windowsill or the cat perch to get a better vantage point and keep a repspectful distance. Once she’s walked past I’m all back to normal like nothing has happened so there’s definate progress but it’s slow and steady. Angelin is getting there too, she’s a bit more curious than I am, she goes up and has a little sniff of Precious, then takes a couple of steps backwards, a little hiss to show who’s the boss and off she poddles to go catch some flies, Angelin is our chief fly catcher and being in the countryside now she’s really got her work cut out for her, she’s constantly on the go catching those pesky sky raisins!

The thing that puts me off a bit with Preciousis that she’s just so noisy! Now, I know Millie can be a loud mouthed ginger at times and we often have to duck and cover as she goes meowling at full speed round the house like a crazy thing and that I have my moments too but Precious is on a whole other level. Mummy and daddy aren’t sure if she just had to shout for attention when she was living in the chattery or if that’s just the way she is, either way purrlease send ear plugs or I’ll have to start getting mummy to tie one of my bandanas over my ears!

The thing that confuses me and Angelin is the noises she makes, it kind of sounds like she’s growling at us all the time, then that goes into a grrrow, grrrow and it’s really confusing. From there she builds up to a full on yeowl fest as she walks around the house just shouting for no reason. If she was just a bit quieter then we might just have the chance to figure out just what she is as she doesn’t sound quite like any cat I’ve come across. Mummy thinks that her (as she calls them) cute grumbles sound different because of the way her nose is now and that the purring sound just comes out a bit odd, she thinks it’s endearing- I just think it’s not very cat and I don’t understand why she just growls at us all the time.

It seems like the neighbourhood boy cats like Precious, when I go for walkies I can smell them all on our patio and mummy and daddy have seen them hanging out as well, they’re probably curious about this loud cat that makes strange noises. She’s also making herself very well known as she’s leaving her scent everywhere and by scent I mean she’s peeing everywhere, our kitty beds, mummy’s nice squishy beanbag, the toy box, everywhere! Mummy is very clever and put all the signs together and realised that little Precious is in heat, she had been told that she was a spayed lady like us but as it turns out she wasn’t! Mummy got in touch with the vets in Cyprus and they said they didn’t actually neuter her as planned as one of her operations took longer than it should have so she couldn’t be ‘done’ at the same time. So, as much as I’m not too keen on her just yet the poor girl has to go back to the v-e-t for another operation. Mummy and I have talked about Precious’s story so far and having gone through a lot myself when I was young I do get how much she has had to cope with and go through in her short life so far, I pity any animal having to go to the v-e-t so I do empathise with her. Hopefully once she’s joined the spayed ladies club she might quieten down a bit and we can start to get to know her a bit better.

Millies making progress though, her and Precious share a love of sunbathing and bird watching so they can often be found curled up in mummy and daddy’s room watching catflix together and catching some rays. Don’t worry though mummy and daddy keep a close watch on how much sun Precious gets as we don’t want her to get poorly again. Daddy makes sure that if she’s chilling out in the cons club (mummy edit: the cons club is our conservatory) that the blinds are closed so she can enjoy the warmth without the sunshine and our catio only gets the sunshine in the late afternoon and has some nice shaded areas to make it safer for all of us.

It’s a really slow process for a blindie to get to know a new sisfur and with their being two of us it’s an even slower process. Bit by bit though we’re getting there and mummy and daddy are being really patient and not rushing things, they’re letting us each go at our own pace. At least now I’ve moved on from the Jenny screaming phase to the Jenny grumble and groan phase and soon we might be able to move on to the next phases and start to be a furramily. Mummy and daddy do keep saying that Precious isn’t going anywhere and she’s here to stay so I guess I’ll have to get used to her sooner or later.

It’s been a busy week and I haven’t been such a good big sisfur to Precious, the newest addition to our furramily. It’s not that I don’t like other cats, I really do but it takes me a really long time to adjust to a new one being in my home. I can’t see that Precious as mummy and daddy say is a teeny tiny kitty, all I get is a cat with a new smell, new sounds and new behaviours. She doesn’t smell like family, she has her own unique smell, the sound of her pawsteps is different and she makes a funny meow which I don’t understand even though she’s from the same country I came from. In my mind and for all I know she’s a ferocious intruder cat coming into my house and trying to steal my family and it freaks me out, big time.

Millie isn’t too phased by her but at the moment that’s no comfort to me and whenever I hear her coming I hiss and growl and kind of freak out, even to my other little sisfurs who take the brunt of my unhappiness. I feel safe, secure and happy in my home and the introduction of a new kitty upsets this balance and makes me feel very uneasy and unsafe in my own home and very threatened and I make this known to everyone around by screaming as loud as I can to deter the intruder cat Precious from coming near me.

Mummy and I have talked about this on our twice daily walkies as she’s been home all week to help us and Precious settle in. Mummy and daddy are very patient and know that this is just my way of coping and that we can work through it together. I did the same when Millie and Angelin joined our furramily and my behaviour upset all of us but as daddy said my instincts from when I spent those early months on the streets, trying to survive as a blind kitten are just ingrained in me, it’s my defence mechanism that enabled me to survive and it kicks in when I’m feeling threatened, even when I know deep down that mummy and daddy wouldn’t let anything into our home that would hurt us. Whenever I get scared mummy is there to calm me down and Millie is right by my side making sure I’m ok and if I get anxious then I have a good run on my wheel which helps burn off all that nervous energy.

Precious arrived a week ago today, mummy and daddy went off late last week to pick her up and bring her home after an epic 44 hour journey by plane, van and ferry, unlike me, Millie and Angelin who travelled with all cats in our van, Precious was one of only two cats in amongst 17 dogs. That must have been one long, scary journey for her. When she finally arrived home Mummy and daddy whisked her away to her own room, which was set up with beds, toys, litter tray, food, water and a scratching post. It’s was the same set up that they did for each of us when we arrived and they settled her in and then left her to just chill out and relax a bit after her long travels. Just popping in occasionally to check on her and then say goodnight and have kisses and cuddles.

As Millie and Angelin gathered around the closed door daddy explained that for the time being Precious was in there and that it was her room until she had recovered from her journey and it was time for her to meet us. She needs a safe space to be in until she really feels part of the family, he explained, just like you girls did when you first arrived. Once she’s settled in then we’ll introduce you. After a day or so, when mummy went into Precious room the door stayed open just a little bit, we could get a good sniff of her and start to say hello and figure out who she was and what she was doing. Sometimes mummy and daddy let Precious out for a little wander around for a short time before she went back into her room again. Little by little the time she was allowed out would get a bit longer and then one day the door just stayed open all day, it closed again at night when Precious was put to bed but after that night the door just stayed open all the time.

It was then that I started to get nervous, I hadn’t been too bothered about it before then as if I got nervous about Precious being around, I just went off to the other end of the house and carried on as normal but with Precious wandering around and getting more confident the more she explored, this triggered my defensive behaviour pattern that mummy and daddy had been waiting for. At least this time it’s only one kitty to get used to rather than two, I wish my big brofur Peppar was here to help me, Millie’s doing a good job but Peppar was my best buddy (aside from mummy) and always knew how to keep me calm.

Then, as I came in from our new catio by accident I bumped into Previous, I shouted, she shouted, I ran, she ran and mummy shouted. We had fur flying in the hallway then I ran off towards the bedroom but I could hear the sound of Precious paws coming after me and then that was it she jumped on me! Well, that was just too much, I screamed and growled and hid under the scratching post whilst daddy went off the other way with Precious and mummy stayed with me. Every little sound I growled at, flinched at every touch until I realised it was mummy touching me. How dare the newbie be so impolite, jumping on me like that, this is my house and I’m the Queen. Then mummy said come on Jen let’s go for walkies and we did, it was bliss, it’s my happy place.

Then later on, when mummy and daddy were elsewhere in the house again, I was sitting quietly in the windowsill when she jumped up into my spot whilst I was still there. I shouted at her to get off and ran for a safe spot but I could hear her walk past me and that freaked me out even more as I thought she was gonna jump on me again, I ran for cover but couldn’t find my usual safe spot so went and hid behind daddy’s hifi which I know is wrong but it’s the only place I could find that Precious couldn’t find me. Mummy came and put Precious back in her room and talked to me to let me know I was ok and safe and loved until I calmed down enough to come out. “I think we all need a bit of time apart to calm down and relax a bit, I know its been a lot for you girls to cope with, maybe we need to go back a step and take things a bit slower.”

Needless to say things aren’t all settled yet but give it time for us to all find our new rhythm and place (with me at the top of course) in our new purrfectly imperfect furramily

Wow! What a week it’s been. It turns out that I’m a local celebrity and people want to come and meet and greet me. As it turns out mummy had been plotting behind my back and that’s the reason she’s been taking me with her to the pub. She’s secretly been planning with the lady at the pub to have a cat friendly day at the pub, they already have a ‘Furball Friday’ day and had always said they are pet friendly but mummy decided to tested their full pet friendliness as most places who say they are pet friendly really just mean dog friendly. When mummy asked them what would happen if she wanted to bring me along much to her surprise and delight they said of course and what can we do to help me get acclimatised to these new and unusual surroundings. That was the exact point in time when the ‘Monkhill Moggies’ day was born.

As you all know by now, one of my big aims with having my blog and social media accounts is to show what us blind and purrfectly imperfect cats can do, that we’re not here to be pitied for our differences but to be celebrated and loved. To show that adopting a special needs kitty is something to be proud of and that we can be part of a family as we have so much love to give. During one of our walkies mummy and I discussed this together and she said it would be a great way to show off how awesome I am and that just because I’m blind it doesn’t mean that I can’t do the things other cats do, in fact I can do a lot more than other cats can, we still haven’t met any other kitties whilst we’re out on walkies, nor when we’ve been chilling in the pub. Mummy also said that maybe we could also raise some money for charity too and help even more cats find their forever home just like we have and just like Precious will. Oh by the way have I told yew I’m getting a new little sisfur soon? She’s from Cyprus too and she’s special like us, she’s been very poorly and had to have her ears and nose removed so she looks a bit quirky. How she looks doesn’t matter to a blindie like me and I hope she’ll be the purrfect addition to our already imperfect furramily.

Anyway I thought it was a great idea, I get to chill with meowmy and meet new people (although that’s a bit scary) and explore the pub again. What I didn’t expect was that this would be something that people would want to read about, something mummy calls a feel good story. Well mummy was right, apparently people do like reading about me and mummy spoke to someone called a reporter who wrote a story about me and put it on the internet and even in the local paper. Mummy was unusually excited on Caturday morning when she went onto the internet and there it was, a whole article just about me! Then later on mummy and daddy went out and when they came home they said “You’ll never guess what Jenny, you’ve got a full page three spread in the paper! We thought was going to be a small section at the back of the paper but no, it’s a whopper and there you are in full colour right at the front of the paper. Isn’t that just amazing, you’re a superstar and a page three girl now!”

https://www.newsandstar.co.uk/news/23534053.come-meet-local-celebrity-jenny-blind-cat/

So on Monday evening mummy and I packed up our stuff and headed for the pub to meet my fans, mummy even made a cake to sell to help raise money for the charities. I think mummy’s idea of a cake might have out some people off and I can only apologise for her terrible sense of humour. It was a quiet night up there but that was ok as I got the chance to chill out and we also explored the garden. Mummy live streamed our visit to all my furriends around the world who couldn’t come and join us this time and I hope they enjoyed being part of the event with me even if mummy did embarrass me by live streaming me having a pee in the garden but when you’ve gotta go you’ve just gotta go! Next time mummy just point the camera the other way please, a girl needs her privacy. Here’s the video in case you wanna watch my evening in the pub.

https://www.instagram.com/tv/CsjfCKsqTOr/?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==

It was a fun few hours out and I always ways love spending time with mummy but when we got home I was pooped.

Because I’d been such a good girl at my meet and greet mummy took me for a special walkies in the woods later in the week. I love going to the wood but last time we went there were a lot of doggies walking as well and whilst they were all really good and well behaved it meant I wasn’t really up for exploring much. This time though the woods were quiet and we had them all to ourselves with the exception of two dogs, one right at the beginning and the other right at the end. That meant I was confident enough to have a really good walk and explore, in fact mummy and I were having such a good time we walked all around the short walking path , we crossed the stream which I remembered from last time and it was just a magical place to be and share with mummy. There was so much to listen to, so much to smell, each time we come here the place smells different which is really exciting. I wasn’t even put off by the cows in the field this time with their weird munching and huffing noises, I just pottered on past them whilst they looked at me probably wondering what a cat was doing on a lead going for a walk in the middle of the wood. “See ya later” I meowed as I went past them. There was one really big tree I could hear in the distance and I was straining at the lead to get to it to explore but mummy was being mean and said that here was no way on earth I was ever going to go and explore that tree. Now that unusual for mummy as I’m normally able to win her round eventually but she sounded very adamant and it was a full on proper no with the stern voice to go with it. Maybe you can tell me why she was being so stubborn this time as I just don’t get it!

Anyway we carried on our walkies and I got to explore some of the other fun places in the wood, I chased a couple of brave birdies who ventured down onto the path and we had such fun just being at one with nature, surrounded by trees and bushes to explore. Mummy doesn’t let me stray too far off the path as she’s says we must respect the woods and make sure that we leave it the way we found it as there’s lots of other animals that live here hidden away from our view that might get upset if we trample across their homes. I did leave a little deposit behind but I’m a clean girls and buried it well so no-one will ever know shhh don’t tell anyone purrlease.

Then all too soon it was time for mummy to rather clumsily put me into the backpack as we were nearly back to the beginning and I was starting to get a bit tired, I’ve only got little legs you know. Then we headed for home, dinner, bath and bed followed by dreams of large Forrest’s to explore and giant trees to climb.

It was also a big week for little Angelin who celebrated her 4th birthday last weekend. We celebrated with her favourite dinner of tuna and she got a new crinkle stick to play with which is her most favourite toy. I know that doesn’t sound like much to you but really we want for nothing and so just having our favourite dinner to eat and toy to play with us all we really need to enjoy our special day. Angelin was so happy to spend hours and hours playing with her new crinkly toy that she even got her big fuzzy happy tail on! That’s when you know she’s really excited and enjoying life to the fullest. Happy birthday little sis.