Pussy Willow

Here she is making friends with a plant.

We decided to take her for a check-up yesterday and the vet cleaned out her ears and gave us some thick ‘drops’ to apply once a day until the problem clears up.

She cut her nails so that she won’t do herself damage when she scratches, and, anyway, the itching should stop when the medication takes effect.

At present, the effects of her shortened claws means that she hasn’t got such a strong grip when she climbs on the furniture and her first attempts to leap onto the armchair resulted in her slipping down again with a very surprised expression on her little face.

She was microchipped – they call it a puce (flea) electronique in French – and vaccinated (which she resisted) and then given a thorough inspection before being weighed. There was no sign of fleas but the vet recommended applying Advocate against fleas, worms and earmites for the next three months. She also said that she thought she was fat!

We came away 137 euros worse off but, at least, Willow had passed her medical.

The other cats are becoming less wary of their new little ‘sister’ and now, Toby, Holly and the twins are more than ready to hiss and snarl back at her or even give her a little smack. Holly started to prowl after her, ready to pounce last night and so we felt it would be safer to put Willow in the conservatory for her own safety during the night.

After a few minutes she was scrabbling at the door to come into the lounge so it was Holly who was put into ‘solitary’ to keep the peace.  Willow slept on an armchair in the lounge,  Mustard, Pepper, Chloe and Toby slept on our bed and Parsley took up her position on Whale’s bed.

There were no altercations during the night but I slept badly because the cats made me hot and uncomfortable but I didn’t have the heart to shove them off.

Willow has been exploring her surroundings again today and discovered that leaves come off plants and make interesting toys. She has decided that she likes her water from a glass (as do all the others) but hers has to be in the kitchen.

My neighbour brought me a couple of small marrows in a bag but when I left them on the table young Willow went to investigate and rolled one of them onto the floor. She has knocked down a pile of books and nibbled a page of the telephone directory (which I left open).

At the moment she has fallen asleep curled up on my favourite armchair but I have a feeling she may be dreaming up some more mischief to get up to when she wakes.

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9 Responses to “Pussy Willow”

  1. BearNaked Says:

    Willow sounds just like my little grandson toddler..
    So curious and eager to explore anything new.
    (And everything goes into the mouth.)

    Bear((( )))

    Toddlers and kittens have much in common then?

  2. tillylil Says:

    Every cat has its own personality!

    You’re so right, and it’s fascinating watching how they come to terms with a newcomer in their own different ways.

  3. Little old me Says:

    Don’t you just love ’em’ reading this brought back memories of our cats and gave me a smile. She doesn’t look fat in the photos, she does have one of those ‘who me’ looks on her little face though. It looks like she is going to be fun.

    It will take time for the others to accept her but I’m sure they will all be happy together – eventually!

  4. Sophie Says:

    Material assets don’t but cats certainly do make us happy!!
    You little Willow is so cute!
    Chaddy is enjoying his holidays despite getting told off by Ulysse the épagneul for going too close to his territory a few days ago! Poor Chaddy had never been barked at before!!!!

    Poor Chaddy! Hope he’s not going to be afraid of dogs now.

  5. Pat Says:

    Willow is so pretty – and doesn’t she know it?

    She’s certainly not lacking in confidence!

  6. Lorraine Says:

    “She has decided that she likes her water from a glass … but hers has to be in the kitchen.”

    Whew, what a relief! I thought my spoiled brat was a bit demented because she will only drink water from a tall glass with a big chunk of ice in it. I’ve tried all sorts of things to lure her into the world of normal cats who actually lap up water from a bowl on the floor!! (then I give in because I worry she isn’t getting enough water every day) Arrghh.

    Seven cats! All inside? You must spend most of your day taking care of them — and keeping up with numerous litter boxes??? Oh My Gosh! But it must be a lot of fun, right? I’m a little jealous, though. LOL

    Iced water? Wow, you are spoiling her. Don’t tell mine! Our cats do go out sometimes but I’m waiting to get a fence put up so that there is no danger of them escaping into the neighbours’ gardens and hence onto the road. Then I’ll open the doors wide (weather permitting) and let them run free. Yes, you’re right, there are three litter trays to ‘service’ and various feeding bowls – not to mention glasses of water – strategically placed round the house. One cat has a special diet, Willow has ‘kitten’ food but they all connive to pinch each other’s food if they can. And, yes, seven cats are lots of fun! LOL

  7. bretonne Says:

    Why not “Tit” as in willow-tit-willow-tit-willow? I jest, she really does do pretty, if she could speak, she would say, as Sorcha-when-little, and now Niamh funnily enough: Mummy,Mummy, feel my hair, isn’t it soft!

    The exciting new “additions” to my family will be cows, the neighbour who cuts the grass has asked if he can put some of his on, to clean the field! what he means of course, is to eat some of the weeds and drop some fertiliser, and he will plough and re-seed it, which seems reasonable. He will put up the electric wire as he already has a circuit in the adjacent field. I hope he puts the nice brown troupeau on, Papa, lots of Mamans and les gosses., but I suspect it will be his black-and-white milking-herd. His little grand-daughter has her own cow!

    Oh, lucky you. I wish your friendly farmer lived a bit nearer to me! Actually, we used to have cows in the field next door but since a new house has been built they are no longer allowed. After briefly considering goats, sheep or chickens to tame the bottom half of the garden I’ve decided to fence it off and forget about it!

  8. Keith Says:

    My cat, Sooty, is a real macho cat. He will only drink water from dirty puddles and only eat from a dish that still has the dried up remains of the last ten previous meals clinging to the sides of the dish. THAT’S what a real cat does. If I put him a squeaky clean dish out, he just walks distainfully away from it.

    He stores dead week-old rats in his kennel in case he gets a bit peckish at night. Worst of all he absolutely refuses to cover his doo-doos up when he’s finished.

    I’m not surprised that all the other neighbourhood cats regard him with awe. He is TC! (Top-Cat) around here.

    You’ve been giving him lessons in etiquette then.

  9. Richard Says:

    Ah she is very sweet. Our 2 are really settled in now and we can’t really imagine what it was like without them. They tend to sleep most of the day and go loopy at about 11pm, which is not ideal, but they do soon settle down in their bed outside our bedroom. We started off allowing them to sleep on our bed, but soon got fed up of the constant fighting and bighting of toes!

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