We have two rescue kitties.
This is what happens when you let two immature adults loose in the RSPCA rescue centre, looking for a dog.
They come home with two rescue kitties.
Obv.
Anyway.
We got them both collars.
With bells on.
To help protect the local wildlife.
I used to have a cat, when I lived in Radstock, many moons ago, who was a prolific slayer of vampires wildlife.
Suki (for that was her name) brought half a seagull in to the kitchen one day.
She had to gnaw it in to two halves, because that was the only way it would fit through the cat flap.
Another day she also brought home a very large, very beautiful Koi carp.
A neighbour valued it at between £8,000 – £10,000.
When it was alive.
Obv.
Fast forward a big bunch of years and we come to the collared, belled rescue kitties.
One of them is showing all the talents of having been a career assassin equal to Jason Bourne.
Despite the bell.
The other is content to eat the more humanely-prepared stuff.
But the more pacifist of the two lost her collar a few weeks ago.
I eventually found it, and reattached it.
A couple of weeks later she lost it again.
We replaced it with a brand new one, with a bell.
Today she lost it again.
I have a theory.
She’s taking off her collars and selling them, to other cats in the neighbourhood.
So if you see a cat, wandering around the locality, with a bunch of collars around it’s neck, it’s the feline equivalent of Flash Harry.
And it’s ours.
Buy a collar, please.
I’m itching to know what she’s going to use the money for.
*Fights urge to do pussy jokes*
One of our feral cats has just been delivered of three kittens. Although the mother is tame enough to let us touch her, just, under the pretence we have food, she does bring the kittens to the back door to socialise them. They are, of course, extremely cute. A bit like having our own McVities biscuit advert.
At some point mummy and children will have to be “done”! Mummy was already supposed to have been but that appears not have been the case.
Will look forward to the increasing wildlife count I am sure coming your way. Perhaps your entrepreneur kitten will be buying a kitten sized superbike!
One of our former pusses happily accepted a collar right up until the point where he decided he didn’t want to. After which, if it were attached he would simply take it off. Put it on in the morning, and before lunch you’d find him asleep on the bed, with the collar sitting next to him on the bed.
None of the 7 cats I have lived with in my 47 years has ever put up with a collar for long.
Isn’t it amusing that the comments have come from three chaps? Are we all hypnotised by pussies?