5m walk.
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5m walk.
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Ah, hence the carrier!
Feels a bit safer as there’s a busy road to cross too.
She hops in quite happily.
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Amazing, I bet it attracts quite a bit of attantion!
She does!
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I and the nurse at the vet’s both needed plasters after Latika was seen by the vet to get his anti-parasite meds, me getting him into the carrier and her catching him as he rampaged around the treatment room. Sakli was much more accepting of the medical check-up. I did warn the vet’s that they were feral kittens and Latika had been challenging in the past. I even mentioned he had bitten someone at the last vet visit. As no one got to experience his bite, I guess this is a step forward.
Been there, seen that…… a certain chocolate Tortie Burmese (whose name escapes me, but might be similar to my forum name) springs to mind!
Her other trick was during her annual MoT, when being given her worming tablet:
Vet: “See, that was easy….I don’t know why you have so many problems giving her a pill”
Us: “It’s under her paw….”
Vet: “Nah. I’ll just lift her up……….ah!”
And then there was her nephew, Zebedee, who used to sink his teeth into my wife.
Three hospital visits, including the one where she had three nights in QAH and three weeks off work. The “sickness note” was a classic:
“Reason for absence: Bitten by family cat”
Here we go again after saying no more dogs when we lost Scottish Terrier Angus during the 2020 lockdown.
Plenty of posts. Plenty of pics. Please Dougie.
That pup would be very hard to say no to.
When a cat rolls over and shows it’s tummy, it’s a sign it trusts you, and not an invitation to scratch it’s tummy …
Actually it depends upon the cat, out of my three Disa loves a good belly rub when in the right mood, Edda adores a good belly rub anytime any where, and Frieda would do if she wasn’t so ticklish and giggly with five claw crab-grab auto-response
Morpheus always loved a darn good belly rub too, “Bring it on, Baby”!
Many years ago we lived in what was pretty much ‘The last house in Staines’. There was a nice stretch of unbuilt on meadow beyond and before the M25 in the distance, which we would walk through if the weather was fine, with our cats wandering along beside us, untethered’. Lovely days
Brisket,the boarder, I have to accept is semi feral. The streets were prefered to home life. I seem now to be accepted as the best available option as her old age approaches.
Not to be trusted brushing or stroking ( you can scratch my head tho) unless substantial welders gloves available.
It’s not malign she was never properly socialised at an early age.
Her claws and my paper thin, old skin with prominent veins are not well matched.
We do like our new chair though………’Perhaps you could find somewhere else for your colouring books.’
Brisket has chosen to move in, by the look of that armchair ownership.
It’s quite likely that after a little while of being soft-spoken, gentle and kind, Brisket will mellow out, and put her weapons into retirement.
She’s a Bushland Terrier called Jessie. Fearless with masses of energy and attitude but equally a bundle of joy.
She’s a beauty, that’s what she is.