A week ago, mine and Andy’s life took an amazing turn. It was a decision we spent ages talking about and thought long and hard for. It was a change that meant responsibility over other lives, bigger financial impact and it being no longer just the two of us…
Yep, we got cats… (got you there didn’t I?!)
We adopted two wonderful kittens from the Sheffield Cat Shelter and we brought home two wonderful little boys, Edmond (who we renamed Eddie) and Egbert (who we renamed Bertie).
When I went to visit these two wonderful boys at the Shelter, I was aware that Eddie (black and white) didn’t have a tail but I wasn’t aware of the story behind how he came to lose it. After hearing the story, I felt sick.
The boys came into the Shelter with their mum and their sister. The four of them lived in a wee soaked cardboard box, the wee coming from dog who also lived in the same house as them. The same dog bit Eddie’s tail so hard that it was fractured in multiple places, curling it up like a pigs tail. It would have never healed and had to be amputated. He now has a tiny stump for a tail, hopefully as he hasn’t spent much time having a tail he won’t miss it too much.
All four cats were so ill when they arrived at the shelter, suffering from anaemia (due to flea infestation) and cat flu, their sister died due to being so emancipated and she wasn’t strong enough to fight it.
When I hear this story my heart bled for them, how the hell could anyone treat any animal so badly??!! Their sister would have survived if it wasn’t for the cruel treatment they suffered under their previous owner. I hope the woman who did this to them is reading this, and I hope you struggle to sleep at night. Shame on you. If you did that to a child you’d be locked up for child abuse, I don’t know if she suffered any punishment for this but I bet the most she got was a fine and a slap on the wrist. To hear a volunteer at the shelter say that they’d never seen kittens in such an appalling state makes my stomach turn.
I’m so happy that they’re now settling (slowly) into our home. Bertie is the leader of the two and is a cheeky chappy, but he’s so protective over his brother. Eddie is a lot more shy and does still run off is certain noises or actions make him jump, but when he’s up for a fuss he loves having his tummy tickled. They both love play fighting and chasing after toys (especially one we have that’s on the end of a stick)
I’m sure more of my blog posts will be dedicated to my babies (so sorry not sorry for that remark) and I’ll keep you updated on how they settle in. But I would like to end this post by saying thank you to the Sheffield Cat Shelter for saving their lives and to the foster carers who helped make them into the cute kittens they are today.