I had to call in at the local cat rescue a couple of weeks ago and while I was there, I went to see the residents. I could have come home with the lot of them. Well I couldn’t, but I wanted to!
As you know, black cats and kittens are the hardest to rehome and I just don’t know why.
Harley was thrown over the sea wall with her brother. They both had worms and her brother had a poorly tum, although he is doing well now. The lovely young lass who runs the rescue has kept him!
Thank goodness someone saw the kittens being thrown away. It doesn’t bear thinking about what would have become of them if no one had noticed.
I felt a connection the minute I saw Harley. Perhaps because she looked so much like my cat Gizmo who was the sweetest, most affectionate boy.
We brought her home last Sunday and kept her separated from Fizz at first. We’ve been taking it slow and Harley has been so calm around her new big sister. Fizz has hissed, growled, spat, grumbled and even refused to eat for a while – unless I hand fed her little pieces of chicken!
Harley is very friendly and greets everyone who comes to the house with purrs and cuddles, and she adores the children!
She hissed once at Indy when he first sniffed her, but now they rub noses. I think she’s charmed him just as much as Fizz did!
I hadn't realised just how much Fizz had grown though!