Backwards In High Heels

RIP Wilbur

I'm sad to say we lost Wilbur on Monday morning. He died peacefully in his sleep which is the best I could have wished for. He came to us as one of the worst cat cases we have ever picked up during our work with the Cats Protection.

We adopted him and the vet thought he may have six months left. As it was he died just short of his 5th anniversary of being part of our family.

He will leave a huge gap in the house. Wilbur was a cat that surpassed simply being a feline, he was one of the most interesting beings I've met! Everyone who met him was struck by his amazing character from his wobbly walk to cooing purr.

You Can't Keep A Good Cat Down

This time last year I wrote a long, sad post as it appeared Wilbur the cat was on his way across the rainbow bridge. One year later and Wilbur is....currently lying on Mum's bed, snoring.

Yes, he looks ragged around the edges with all the tell tale signs of feline age (as does Sammy cat too) but he continues to bask in the enjoyment of his retirement which has lasted another 12 months I wasn't expecting.

Bingo Jones the foster cat who was burnt is continuing to heal well and his fur is growing back and covering his bald spots.

I've recently got some Native American medicine cards and books on spirit healing and reading messages from animals and nature. We all have animal totems with us through life and I have found it strange but comforting how you get messages from animals and nature be it literally when you are out and about or through dreams.  We now have a regular hedgehog visitor to our back door. Hedgehogs are a sign to help us protect ourselves from the negative, and having just barred a very negative person from my life the sign couldn't be more apt!

Bingo Jones

You know when you try and streamline life as much as possible to cope with a chaotic time, then someone says 'can you do this?' and you immediately answer 'yes' - hence I have Bingo Jones.

Despite saying I couldn't cope with any more foster cats at the moment, I could not see this one go anywhere else. I have called him Bingo Jones and he needs that specialist Hobbs formulated TLC. He was given away by his original owners, then appears to have become a stray and next, someone threw boiling water on him. He made his way to another garden and, thank goodness, to a caring person who got in touch with us. His burns are a minimum of two weeks old so this is them starting to heal, you can imagine how it would have been at the start, but don't be surprised if these photos make you cry.

He is, understandably, very nervous but very, very loving. He tries to climb up my front and, bless him, purrs away when I bathe his wounds and rub on his ointment twice a day.

He is eating like it is going out of fashion, it's been a long time since he has had regular meals obviously.

He'll have to wear the Elizabethan collar for sometime as I don't want him aggravating the wounds so I go in on a regular basis to give his ears a good scratch!

I'll keep you updated on how he gets on.

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