Hello Lovely People!
Welcome to my very special celebration post…..
I’ve had trouble keeping the content of this post a secret from all of you, but I have managed! I’ve told a few people about what a special day it is today and why, and they all smile indulgently at me with a perplexed look that says “oooooooooohhhhhhhhh kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay….”
But I don’t care.
It’s Raymond’s birthday today. Maybe not his real birthday, but it is 365 days since we adopted him from the SPCA. So I thought I’d tell you all about Raymond’s history with us… I wrote a bit about him in my second ever post, way, way back in May, but as I didn’t have many visitors then, I thought I’d re-hash it again here!
I’m also going to divulge a little secret here…. I’m not much of a cat person. There! It’s off my chest…. was that shocked gasps I heard from around the world? Will you still read my blog after hearing that??? Let me explain… I love dogs, especially the little and cute variety… I totally love pictures of cats and patting them, but sharing a home with them is a different story… oh the memories of flea bombing homes in the past traumatised me too much. But as my darling KB loves animals, I thought to myself about a year ago, who am I to stop her from ever having another cat? (an example of true love) So I said to her, that we’ll go to the SPCA one day and walk in and find a siamese cat there, and we’d adopt him.
So September 23rd last year, we went on a spur of the moment trip to the SPCA. As we walked up the stairs to the cat place, I saw the price list on the wall and said OK universe, we’ll have one of those $75 older cats thanks, not a $150 kitten….
We walked into the older cats section and there he was. A grumpy looking Siamese right in front of us. He promptly jumped onto my shoulder while manically hissing at the other cats, and the deal was sealed. Our bargain Siamese, just as I had ordered from the Universe! He had arrived that day and we had arrived just before closing time.
He was in a rough state… his paw pads were all crusty like he had been walking a loooooong way and he had white fur circles around his eyes…. we discovered that he doesn’t have enough teeth to crunch biscuits so he just swallows them whole.
So with much apprehension (on my part) we brought him home and discovered exactly how LOUD a Siamese meow is in a small flat! We managed to keep him inside for 6 days (yes, we knew it was meant to be two weeks, but you try having a yowling Siamese in your teeny flat for two weeks and I’m sure you would have done the same!!!) So on the 6th day we let him out and he promptly ran away!
He was gone for three days, we weren’t tooooooooooooooooo worried as he is micro chipped, and as you know, he did come back! God knows where he had been, but he had obviously decided that we were his new family for some reason or another and he came back to stay!
And I really have come to love him. I wouldn’t say I’m one of those people who love cats so much they wear a sweatshirt with a picture of a cat screen printed onto the front of it, but he has definitely changed me. He’s a really good boy… he is clean and friendly, he doesn’t discriminate between laps, he always plays with toys when we buy them for him….
He did develop a drug habit for a bit there… we bought him some organic catnip and he loved it so much he was pretty much snorting it off the floor. We stuffed a mouse with it and I began to notice a habit forming. I was doing drug and alcohol papers at the time so had some insider knowledge there…. So abstinence it was! He no longer takes catnip and seems to be doing ok!
So of course I made him a birthday present….
Ahem! Let’s try that again!
A blanket made from all of the grandala squares I practiced on and edged with all of my scraps… a real patchwork blanket for his bed which we call the Taj Mahal.
I think he loves it….
It’s funny, we think about his previous life… Life before l*sbian mums, who was he? He had 10 years with his old family… where did they live? Was he allowed on the bench? Did he ever get put outside for the night when the owners just really really needed a full night’s sleep without him waking them? Did he get given lots of toy mice?
And most importantly… what was his name?
Got any suggestions?
So Happy Birthday to our lovely Raymond, it’s great reading your comments about how awesome he is, because he really is a cool cat….
His coolness does make up for the white fur that covers my black clothing in shedding season… honest!
have a lovely, lovely week and lots of love and appreciation coming your way from us,
Alice and Raymond XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX