I know I’m late again (I did say get used to it) but I’ve got a valid reason this time – the new cat!
If you haven’t read the post about Reggie yet this will make no sense. However, if you’re into the surreal, then don’t read it and be confused.
Another cat post (I can’t help it)
I’ll start at the beginning of the day as I was woken by a phone call from a friend asking if I still wanted a lift into town. I thought we were heading in at 12 but she was phoning at 9.30 saying they were heading in for breakfast. Alrighty then, the day started on a big firm flap! Today was the day I was going to catnap Reggie from the pub (don’t worry I had permission) and take him to the vets to see if there was any way of stopping him from going blind. I hadn’t managed to persuade either of the Chris’ that bringing him home was a good idea yet. I was hoping I could just work it out as I went along.
After my phone call, I had to race to my friend’s house upriver from me, to borrow her cat basket. Even after being told to stay several times Isla (the German Shepard) came bounding down the road after me and then decided that she would lead the way.
I raced down the track as I didn’t want to keep my friends who were giving me a lift waiting. I did, however, have to stop to catch a picture of the mad cloud formations which interestingly, got much bigger and hung around most of the day.
I grabbed the cat basket from my friends (which is just behind where the van is in the photo above) and headed back up the river to catch my lift. However, my mates didn’t know Isla had followed me so had started driving down to meet me. Now Isla knows most commands but ‘go home’ is not in her vocabulary, no matter how stern you say it. Because of this, I hopped in the landrover and we cruised slowly up the side of the river with Isla trotting along happily to the side. After a bit of a kerfuffle (I had to sprint back with her over several fields) I managed to get her back at home and me back on the road. Despite this, she still managed to get back out and run after us almost till we were out of town. I love her, but that dog has serious F.O.M.O!
After all this palava we got up to the pub which was Reggie’s residence and found him sleeping by the bin. He had no idea the day he was in for. I scooped him up and bundled him into the cat basket, he’s so laid back he just seemed to be taking it all in. The bartender had said that Reggie had been thrown out of a car window in the carpark so I was expecting him to be jumpy in the car but he stayed completely calm. His only sign of distress was that he kept sticking his paws through the hole in the front of the cat box and very gently holding onto my hand. Apologies for not getting a photo but I was too busy melting with emotions. Also, don’t worry, there are a few cat photos later.
We parked up and I took Reggie straight to the vets. An interesting scene took place while I was waiting; a lady who was cleaning the streets walked into the vet’s office with her bin and all her litter picking gear. My Spanish is still very limited and I was struggling to work out what was going on until everyone started peering into the bin. I had a little peak and there at the bottom of the wheelie bin was a terrified little kitten. The vet took a cage from out back and the poor little thing had to be tipped out the bin into the cage. The vet took her trough around the back and said that after a few tests she’d be on her way to the shelter then hopefully to a new home.
Throughout all this Reggie sat peacefully in his cage, not even mewing once. Once the kitten had been taken through to the back of the Vet’s office it was time for our appointment. Reggie stayed completely calm throughout the whole thing (and we were in there a good long while). He had blood taken to make sure he didn’t have leukaemia or feline HIV, his ears were completely cleaned out of mites, and he was treated for ticks, fleas and worms. Even after all that he was padding over to me for nuzzles and cuddles!
He was given the all clear and the vet has said that his eye should hopefully heal after a week of drops.
So after putting him through all that (and no small expense on my part), I decided that he was just going to have to come home and have the course of eye meds. So for the time being, he is in partial quarantine in our van. He doesn’t look too happy about it in this photo but once you scroll down you’ll see it didn’t take long for him to adjust.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in there with him so he has become my junior (the vet says he’s probably only about a year an a half) writing assistant.
And this is how he seems to spend most of his time. I’ve opened that van up and tried to persuade him outside a few times now but he seems much more interested in sleeping. I think he knows he is safe and loved.
I’m writing this late, so there’s a bit more to the Reggie story but you’ll have to wait.
I will tell you he looks even more beautiful now.
Cheers for reading!