Early in the morning

The deed is done

I tell you what! It's over and I am so glad because to be perfectly honest, I found the whole thing more traumatic than they did. I probably did more to unsettle them with my new found emotions than anything else.

1st time in basket
1st experience of high street noise
1st experience of trains (noise)
1st visit to vets

It all began on the week-end to be honest. Fate stepped in and mum wasn't coming down after all. This meant we had time together pre-op.

A friend came round on the Sunday and advised that talking about the event might help things. I didn't although I did think about it.

I'd been allowed to work from home and recently had superb access to my work and everything made possible through the wonders of T-Snap (Office 2007) and Microsoft Communicator and it was all going to be fine.

We set off at 8:30am, them in their new basket with mini duvet and as the emotional swell welled up and tipped over the edge, we walked slowly down the high street, to the vets. The 5 minutes seemed like 5 hours, with the destination being like the worst place on earth, when actually it was an extremely welcoming environment.

Bingo, as usual, was absolutely tip top and went into motor purr mode within a single stroke of the hand.

Bongo on the other hand, was almost catatonic, with wide cross eyes, seemingly looking daggers at whatever he was fixated on...

I relaxed. Other pets arrived for some attention.

Reception were lovely, the vet talked about what was about to happen and asked me to ring at 1.

I bought some plants
did some work
called at 1
collected them at 3

and within 5 minutes of reaching home, they were climbing the walls and sitting down, just as they always have done.

I'd been advised to give them chicken or prawns for their first meal back to ensure their good health....it's over...back to life....

the kitty kat boys 6 months on

Cats 6 months

3 months on - the Bingo and Bongo epiphany continues

It continues to be a pleasure and as they help with my continuing quality of life and well being, relations continue to get better and better.

So far I have cancelled a 5 day yoga retreat to spend more time with them and learn the lesson of contingency planning"

I understand that cats, life people are not about complacency

I love fur babies and often refer to them as "my boys, Bongo my love and Bingo my sweet"

As I watch them grow I remain fascinated as to why Bingo Sweet remains kitten size and follows cat mother around all the time, whilst Bongo Love is cat like and butch and so competitive for attention and appears to eat less.

They have personalities! I can't explain it! I just know when it comes to the 2 I am enjoying

"getting to know you, getting to know all about you".

I shall be working from home on Monday. This will essentially be their week-end although visitors plans are changing somewhat due to "rugby?" More time for them and Sunday becomes visitors day. What's in a day change?

There are reasons for this....Monday is vet day...and when they come back they will effectively have "devalued" and become fatherless (unless they adopt). I have been through this once before, with Gypsy (I originally thought he was a girl - don't ask!) I dropped him off in Mui Wo having sat looking out at the ferry departing again in the bright morning sun, supping on a Maccy D's (I confess) and as I realised how different he would be by the time I next saw him I became dreadfully upset and then went to work! Der....what was all that about? I shan't be doing that again. Instead, I hope to be here for my boys, with the wonders of T-Snap and Communicator allowing me to take my mind of things by doing my full quota and engaging with the team. Wish us luck....

Right now they are in the garden. The bracing fresh air is pervading the apartment; sea gulls are crying and I am being pulled away to greet the morning sun.

I shall write again. I am enjoying this. I shall get Bongo Love and Bingo Sweet ...

...for now.....laters