just look at Harvey (Sergeant U-bend).
Apparently Teresa has had some recent photos of his litter mates Captain Plugwash and Colonel Leaky sent to her and both are doing well.
I went to the Inn again on Monday and T is still poorly. Her main problem is her throat which is full of ulcers despite quite aggressive treatment. Swallowing is painful and the constant irritation makes her cough which then sets her lungs off into a full blown coughing fit which tires her out. It doesn’t help that she can’t eat properly. I took her some of my homemade soup and she made a valiant attempt at it bless her but I subsequently found out that when it comes to food our tastes are poles apart.
I’ll have to have a rethink on that one.
The cats on the other hand are fine, with the little ones coming on in leaps and bounds. Lily’s babies have now opened their eyes (T came out to check – can’t leave such important things to rooky helpers
) and have been named after flowers. I think its Daisy (her eldest grandson’s choice), Violet and Rosebud but we changed our minds so many times there could equally be a Sweet pea, a Poppy, a Pansy, or a Nigella (think the plant Love-in-a-mist and not the cook
) Lily has a lovely nature, enjoys a fuss and being groomed and is very trusting in respect of herself but gets very protective if you approach her babies.
The vet who named Lark before he had even seen her must have been psychic. It’s the perfect name because she sings if you go anywhere near her pen – even if you just walk down the garden path without opening the door of the isolation block. She’s the noisiest cat I’ve ever met
but very friendly and a good mum. She shuts up when you let her out – well, you don’t actually let her out you just open the door to her pen and she’s off, but she keeps coming back to make sure her babies are OK.
They are adventuring outside their bed now and T tried them with some solid food but the minute she put it down Lark re-appeared and wolfed it all down.
The two remaining dwarfs (BettyB and FussyP) are no longer dwarfs – they seem to get bigger by the day and get up to all sort of mischief given half a chance.
Stig went to his new home at the weekend and Debbie and I did a reshuffle of the pens on Monday so that DodgerDora and Dainty are now in with Sophie’s remaining two (Star and Sabrina) and Annabel’s remaining one (Fonteyn). Dainty was thrilled to bits and ran around (with the occasional wobble), head butting the others who all seemed to take to her. DodgerDora unfortunately showed her bullying side, especially with Star who is a little timid (and I think missing his brother Stig), and Fonteyn did her prima ballerina bit hissing at DD but backed off when confronted. Their pen is at the bottom of the garden and T wasn’t up to going that far so she took our word for it that they will OK together. I hope we were right.
Annabel is still as friendly as ever – why wont somebody adopt her? The minute I open her pen, whether I’m sitting, standing or squatting, she manages to sit on me and purr up a storm. She just loves her cuddles and playtime.
Chelsea is still behaving and giving her famous five star head buts. Every time I go I so want to bring them home with me, they’ve both been in rescue for over 6 months now.
Heidi is the only one who is giving slight cause for concern. She was given her name because she yodelled in the early hours of the morning on her first night at the Inn but she seems to spend all her time hiding (see photo), except at meals time, and is still very timid. She will let you fuss her but I think she just freezes with fear rather than enjoying it poor thing.
