My mum’s cat

This is Poppy. She is beautiful and she has a lovely disposition. Like her owner, really! She is 14 years old. She is tiny in stature and weighs almost nothing. She seems a little frail. She has always had a heart murmur and a ‘dodgy hip’. Because of this, sometimes, when she sits down, especially to wash, she looks like an exhausted contortionist. Everything is in the wrong place, as if she is filled with beans instead of bones. Poppy likes to head-butt, and will stand on her hind legs and grab your hand if she requires attention. She is social and can chat for England. There are no awkward pawses (sorry, I just had to!) when Poppy is in the room.

This week Poppy and my mum had a major life change and have relocated from the house mum has lived in for 50 years to the south coast to live with my sister and her partner.

Apart from all of the usual concerns about such a venture and personal emotions to deal with, my mum was terribly worried about Poppy. The long journey was the first issue, but longer term she stressed about how Poppy would adapt to a new home, having also lived in the same house since we took her and her brother as rescue kittens. Then there was the fact that my sister and her partner already have two felines, both considerably younger, and Poppy has been an ‘only cat’ for a few years now. How would they get along? Would there be hissing and spitting (cats, not family feuding), bodily injury (still cats), would they hide (could be cats or humans), run away (again, cats or humans) or would it (fingers crossed real tight) in time, just work out? Somehow?

Monday was moving day. Imagine all the usual stresses and practicalities of a move to deal with rather than me having to type them; we all know what it is like. And anyway, this is about Poppy! She spent the first night in my mum’s new bedroom and the following morning she stepped out and explored a bit. She ate, drank, christened the litter tray (in every manner) and then explored some more, without cajoling or an escort. Poppy just got on with it. She has adapted, in astonishing time. Today she and Sossage (another rescue cat) have made friends enough to lie on a rug in the sun together. The princess in the high tower (Sandi, cat number 3) is yet to be won over but it’s early days.

Aren’t animals amazing? They give us so much. I know we look after them, pay the vet bills and open the tuna tin, but they reward us much more. By adapting so well, and being so completely just plain super, my mum’s cat has lifted a worry and helped to make a major transition so very much easier. I would like to give Poppy a round of applaws!!!

P.S. I will also be reading this to Riley, my cat, who spent the best part of a week in the wardrobe when we had to stay at my mum’s for a while last year. He has much to learn!

 

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23 thoughts on “My mum’s cat

    1. Me too. At work we used to have the kindest Nurse who would take in and look after pets for older people who lived on their own & needed to go into hospital. It was such a relief for them, and some would have refused treatment otherwise. It is such a shame that there is no room for this kind of care in the NHS now. Rant over. Love the punning!

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      1. Ha ha-had to try for one at least! What a lovely lady – unfortunately pets are overlooked when it comes to being part of their owners therapy and treatment. PAT does some good work though. I hope both your mum and Poppy settle in well xx

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      1. The leavers service was very poignant and moving and so obviously I was crying on and off for the rest of the day after that!!! Friday wasn’t too bad – managed to keep it together til we walked out of the gates! Thanks so much for asking Gillian – glad to see you back blogging today 🙂

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    1. Thanks! I have been told, and experience makes me agree, that cats are usually good at finding someone to give them a good home. Nice to know that dogs have that skill too! I have enjoyed looking at your ‘road trip’ pictures in between all the packing and hauling!

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  1. Big sister here. Poppy is a total star. She is unfazed by the other cats and doesn’t consider any areas out of bounds – which, considering the other two hate each other and have colonised separate floors, is really quite something. She is setting a fine example to all of us – don’t hide, don’t fight, just be cool, smile and greet any antagonistic behaviour with mild derision before rolling over and feigning sleep!

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    1. Maybe she is channelling mother? One or two ‘l’s? I have no idea. And obvs not the rolling over and feigning sleep thing…not ladylike…Hi mum!!

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  2. Thrilled for your mum that Poppy looks like things are going to be okey dokey for her. I can relate to having an old cat and moving long distance to a new home (and like your mum, we too moved to the South Coast – Dorset to be exact).
    May Poppy live to a great age and make many happy memories with your mum and new feline (almost) friends.
    l <3ve ~ Cobs. x

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