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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”

 

 


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Tale of benjamin bunny and a vagabond cat

Looking to top of our garden in the evening, could see two, three rabbits almost doing leap frog, running and having a good time playing tag among the apple trees. Looking closer noticed an enormous rabbit hole had appeared near the hedge by the road. almost expected to see a row of washing and a white picket fence going up.

Hoping these rabbits not like evil carniverous rabbit in Johnny Depp’s western – the Lone Ranger

We had a vegetable plot nearby but it has been abandoned ..but have a plan to plant a small hedge of lavendar plants around it which hoping might not be their favourite plant but reading the first few pages of Benjamin Bunny seems may need to rethink this…… “Old Mrs Rabbit sold herbs and rosemary tea and rabbit tobacco (which is what we call lavender)”

Suppose our mouser Fluffy is not out enough and unfortunatly for vole population this seems to be about his size at the moment

Noticed other cats coming into our garden again, who seemed to have avoided it for quite a long while after we lost our two previous cats. Especially a neighbour’s cat Damian, now a little grey round the whiskers who used to have flying fur fights over territory with one of our two. Now we are very pleased to see him make an honorary visit to our garden and a little sad that he doesnt climb the wooden steps anymore outside the garage, a favorite snoozing place of Kenny’s and original Fluffy.

Few days ago noticed walking in the sunshine, an old vagabond cat strolling down the middle of the road, mewing a little. He had the mark of where a collar used to have been and i tried many times to pick him up and put him on the bank to keep him safe as the odd car hurtled past, but he just went back down on the road again, and now and again stopped and him and his flea friends rolled around in the sunshine by the side of the road. Tried to get him to follow me home too, but he wouldnt and seemed in his quiet slow walk determined to keep on going down the road. Hard to leave an animal to his fate. I did go back soon after with our car to try and find him.. but the road was empty as if he had never been there.

Thats another one of those things have reallised that for me going back is almost always not good, think because instinctively the right decision had already been made