Grandcats....is there such a word?
There must be as I have just become the Cats` Grandmother!
Last week, our elder son and his partner adopted two lovely cats, so we drove over to see them at the weekend. The cats are two brothers who are around a year old. Their previous owners reluctantly had to find them a new home as circumstances caused them to move house into the centre of a town, to a rented house where pets were not allowed.
Since their arrival, the two new Boys have been neutered and microchipped. Despite a day of feeling a bit sore, they have settled in well. They are sweet natured cats who are happy to be picked up or to sit on a lap. At night, they sleep curled up together and they groom each other at least once a day. The Boys have kept their old names. They have had enough changes to deal with for now.
We took them a pair of toy catnip mice as a welcome present. Figgy, the black and white boy, was more interested in his new bed, which provides very good camouflage. He still has a scratch on his nose from a fight with a neighbouring Tom cat in his old garden.
The Boys will not go outside into their new garden for at least two weeks. When they do, they will have butter put on their paws in time-honoured fashion. That trick has always worked with our cats. By the time they have licked off the butter, the new garden feels like home!
Here is Gizzy, who is a a soft, pale fawn colour rather than the strong ginger of our own Ginger Man.
He rushed about, chasing his catnip mouse and having a wonderful play around the chair legs......
.....and then a good wash was needed after all that exercise.