Cat Chat

“In the Beginning - How I arrived”.                                                               

Well neow! Let me start at the beginning - because all good stories start there don’t they? Purrrrrrr …… Let me think..If I just close my eyes………………..ah yes! There we are. Although now I recall, I’m not entirely sure I want to go back to the beginning as it was a little sad to begin with you see. Anyway, as it has a happy ending I’ll tell you what I can remember. It was a long-ish time ago and I was very little. So little, that I didn’t have my eyes open and couldn’t see, but I do remember that I had brothers and sisters and that my mummy was warm and soft and loved us verrrrry much  (oh , just the thought makes me purrrrrrrrrrrr). After a few weeks, I would hear voices and people saying nice things and then one of my brothers or sisters would be picked up and cuddled and taken away. It sounded like they were being taken somewhere nice and that they would be loved very much and so my mummy didn’t seem to mind. She just gave a few licks and nuzzles - reminded them to purr at the right times, catch lots of mice, to NOT scratch the sofa (the habit of badly brought up kittens she would say)……and to remember to write… Often! (Yes!…of COURSE we can write….silly!) Anyway, I can remember mummy getting a little worried about me because I was the last kitten to be born and I was very, VERY tiny; also I didn’t look as pretty as my brothers and sisters as I wasn’t as grown up and didn’t have proper fur. Every time a new owner (hmmmm, we shall speak about ownership another time…….a rather confused human notion I think) came, she would clean me and make my fur stand up and push me right to the front. But no-body seemed to want to take me home. Most of my siblings went to new homes and then one HORRIBLE day …..oh! it’s more than I can bear to think about …….I was fast asleep when I felt myself being pulled from my mummy’s side. I heard her hiss and try to pull me back and I meowed and meowed but she couldn’t help. I don’t remember too much after that apart from it being very cold and wet and dark; there didn’t seem to be any ground under my feet only water - so I tried to swim. (Yes! …of COURSE we can swim…. silly!) After a while I was getting very tired, when suddenly I heard voices and felt myself plucked from the water. The people seemed very angry that I was there and they dried me and tucked me inside their coat….it reminded me of mummy, safe and warm,- and I soon fell asleep. When I woke up I was in a new place …..wrapped in blankets and I remember that it smelt very nice..(more of that later). However, I think the water had made me poorly and soon I felt very sick indeed. I cried and shivered and tried my hardest to tell my humans that I had tummy ache, and head ache, and ear ache, and tail ache, and whisker ache,and paw ache, and claw ache, and all OVER ache…..and I’D LOST MY PURR!!!! (For future reference  - a loss of purr is a very bad sign indeed) HeeeeEEEEEEEEEEELLP! And so, they did. They took me to a place called a “vets” where they looked at me, tutted and shook their heads….but I remember one human saying something strange. Something like “please can we at least try?” So! I was tucked inside their coat again and went back to the nice smelling place……but I was still so cold and weak I couldn’t stand up. Then a miracle happened. My human scooped me up and popped me in a pouch in the front of her work dungarees - at least I think that’s what they were called. I stayed there all day….lovely and cosy and warm and safe and snug and ….purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. ……I GOT MY PURR BACK! And, she fed me and cuddled me and said nice things to me, and I soon began to feel much better. I spent the next few days in my humans pouch and she was so kind to me that I got to like her very much. One day she took me out to feed me and instead of putting me back in the pouch …put me on the floor instead. I wasn’t terribly impressed by this turn of events, but she assured me that I was well enough to explore my new home; and what a home it was. It appeared  that I had come to live in a candle workshop……now what cat can say THAT! All those nice smells now made sense and I loved watching my human mix wax and perfumes for the candles. One day, soon after, my human and her friends decided that they needed a “name”for me. Why? I’ll never know… as in cat land we are all known by our purr, which is as distinctive as your human fingerprint….but I decided to humour them and allow myself to be given a name. I did object meowishly to tiddles (TIDDLES….I ASK you…) but then my special human decided I needed a name more fitting. And so it was that I was named Tullullah……… Mercedes…………. Galore………….. The rest, as they say -  is hisssssssssssssss…tory.

Sorry! my little joke!!

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