Feline fine........

So, the Cyprus 6 have arrived!!  Summer is a tortie and white who is very attached to the litter of five that I found as 10 week old kittens, abandoned at the side of a road in Ayia Napa.  There were cat poisonings in the area, and a couple of boy racers were using their jeep to chase a terrified stray dog, which we never saw again :(

I, quite simply, couldn't leave them there.  So, finally, somebody offered to help me and take them into a safe place.  Their own home, where they have around 100 animals they have either rescued or taken in to help animals found by tourists.  Three people were collecting animals from Heathrow yesterday, and ALL of us had rescued them while on holiday in Cyprus.

Last night they slept in my bedroom, to keep them quiet and confined to get over their long journey.

I say quiet......

Tatwo is a monster. At 3am he decided I was getting up and feeding him, and when I ignored him jumped all over me and bit my finger.  This is after deciding last night that I was going to fuss him until way gone midnight...by jumping all over me and nipping my hand.  I'm seeing a pattern here...

Tickles slept in the crook of my neck, head in my hand purring away.  That's how my beloved Tinker slept nearly every night for most of her 17 years.  Only Tickles has a tail, which he likes to flick.  In my face....

Summer and TC remained under my bed and only came out to sneak some food and go back.  They're the quieter ones of the family.  They're slowly adjusting to their new home, mainly thanks to the love of the radiator...

Midnight is  a fluffy girl who likes to be near you but not on you, not yet anyway!  When I was so rudely woken up this morning she was lying on the corner of my bed curled up in my jumper and purring away.

Titch....oh yes, the troublemaker...  Titch was the first to meet Stella.  The cats aren't meant to be meeting Stella just yet as she's rather loud and rather large, a bit of a shock when you're shellshocked from travelling a long way.  Titch, however, has other ideas.  There is a babygate, so Stella can't get to the cats yet, but Titch has long paws, and has bopped Stella on the nose.

Stella, being a loud, noisy - nay, gobby - German Shepherd reacted how most German Shepherds react to most things.  With confusion.  She sat down, looked at Titch, looked at me and "oh" was her response.  

But then, nature called.  So, to the bathroom I went!  Then I heard the rumble of thunderpaws, the clang of a babygate and when I came downstairs, Titch was sat in the hall growling at Stella.  

"Upstairs Titch!" I said.   Titch remained sat.  I took Titch up, settled him and came back down.

He was so traumatised that as I write this....he's tapping at the closed door trying to get back in....

Next week, I shall go back to work for the rest...