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Fluf

Midsummer and tomorrow three years since we lost our Fluf. Never thought about it at the time but we lost him on Midsummer’s Eve.

Sadly a kitten has also lost his life to a dog, opposite us this weekend and family and children especially are devastated. In both cases, the dogs came into our gardens and took them. Same dog that killed our Fluf, also killed a pet chicken and bit the ear off a goat. The owner of the dog told us, they thought he was a rabbit, but Fluf was black and sitting in the garden in the sun by our front door.

Love both dogs and cats and all we ask is, if you cant control your dog, please keep them on a lead in the country when you are near houses and animals in fields. We are asking for signs near us asking for dogs to be kept on a lead until past our homes.

More than this, Fluf love always.


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Fluffy and the Vet

Late today drove my little cat to the vet for annual vaccinations and he got so scared he peed and pooed on the way, which meant driving along with the windows open, talking away to try and calm him down and him being rustled away by a nurse when we got there, to have a little wash and brush up. But when we got in to see the vet – he growled so much at the vet that he said – are we doing the vaccination today?

We managed it with me holding a towel over him so he couldnt bite the vet and we were out the door and on our way home fairly quickly


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Fluf

The day approached and didn’t want to think about it – two years ago, Sunday just gone, the longest day, which it was. Like all family animals, we thought somehow our little Fluf would always be there and think thats what he tried to do – the sweetest soul i have ever known.

Our Fluf came from Ashdown Forest – we saw him advertised looking for a new home. He had been handed in to a cat rescue place – found in someone’s garden with his two sisters, fending for themselves.  The cat rescue person and her family a few years later went to live somewhere in France with all the cats she still had. When we first had Fluf he was very scared and hid behind our washing machine and somehow ran up the stone walls inside our house. He probably used up all his ‘nine’ lives several times and also disappeared one time for almost a week until one day he was at our back door again.

Fluffy once climbed up our tall fir trees when we first had him and i got little worried and asked a tree surgeon to help get him down, but he just climbed higher. My son and i stood under the tree holding a blanket and he did fall but – missed our blanket – falling instead onto deep bed of old soft pine needles and the vet he saw later was amazed he didnt get hurt.  Until he got old, we saw him sometimes on the top ridge of our garage, then we reallised not to interfere.

Because the house felt so empty without both cats, we have our new little ‘Fluffy’ – two years old in about August, also a lovely soul we are getting to know.


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Fluffy’s First Christmas (2013) – music by James Brown


Appologies for the quality, but i think my mum will like it.. !
(probably the opposite of a sign saw in a busker’s guitar case yesterday playing blues,
it said: “my mum thinks im working in a pharmacy”