My boyfriend was keeping the kittens company yesterday evening while I was upstairs playing D&D and about two hours in he sent me this photo with the word "help."
Trying not to get mad about the people calling Ginny fat in the replies. 1. She's a perfectly healthy weight now, in the first photo she'd just been rescued from being a stray on the streets. 2. Don't comment on other people's/cat's weights, it's rude!
Back when I fostered cats, I would tell the adopters that I am always happy to receive updates on how they're doing in their forever home. Only one still regularly keeps in touch: Barney turned 2 today and has grown into such a handsome young man. 🥹
The vet had to take Willow to the back room to weigh her and was gone for ages. When she finally came back, she said "Well, everyone loves her. Sorry it took so long, they all wanted a cuddle."
CW: pet death. Today marks six months since I finished my lunch break, walked upstairs and found that my beloved cat Willow had passed. I know I don't talk about her as much since I adopted Ginny but I still miss her, every single day. She was my world.
My boyfriend when I met him four months ago: I don't have anything against cats, I'm just not really a cat person.
My boyfriend now: Thanks for the new photo of Willow, I've added it to the folder of photos I show to people when I'm telling them about your cat in conversation.
Heard yowling in the garden, Willow came flying in through the cat flap, sprinted upstairs and shook blood all over the floor. She has a scratch on her nose and on her forehead but otherwise seems fine. Which neighbourhood bully cat did this to my girl, I just want to talk. 😡
I am having some complicated feelings about moving out of the house Willow and I lived in for many years and so I wrote a poem about it. I am not a poet and have not written anything creative in many years but it felt like a good way to process things.
To all of the cats I've loved before... A little tribute to the four cats I've been lucky enough to have in my life: Brekkie, Willow, Ginny and Callie.
@ellle_em
Willow when I rescued her nearly four years ago vs now. As her groomer put it, she has gone from a "nervous, skinny little thing" to a "happy fluffy chunker". 😂
#CatGlowUp
We scattered some of Willow's ashes around her favourite tree today. She loved that tree so much: she would spend hours sitting and sleeping under it, used it as shelter from the sun and rain, and as her own giant scratch post. Now she can be part of it forever.
Today I found out that my sweet, timid little garden cat has been regularly visiting the neighbour's two rows back, intimidating their cats and stealing their food! I feel like I don't know her at all...
I am struggling to find good photos of me and Willow together (combo of it being just us in the house most of the time and my short arms) but I have come across a few gems.
Ginny normally: I am a big brave hunter who goes out on adventures all day. When I come home to rest perhaps I will allow you to pet my head.
Ginny with a cone: I'm baby.
Reminder that not everything in the world is terrible: during 2021 I fostered four cats for
@CatsProtection
(Deacon, Molly, Magnus and Marty) and each of them is about to spend their first Christmas in their new forever home. 🥺
I've been clearing out my phone photos which has, inevitably, been both a happy and sad activity and came across this one of Willow with a catnip cactus which for some reason here looks like a gun and cannot believe I never got round to posting this on her account, what a waste.
Callie's home! She had a little poop incident in the carrier on her way home (it was a long way and she was understandably nervous) but she was very good while we cleaned her up and has enjoyed exploring the front room.
@neilhimself
A young girl, maybe 4, was sat behind me with her mum at the cinema when I saw Corlaine. Towards the end when she was going into the tunnel to confront the Other Mother, the little girl yelled "Don't go in there Coraline!" One of my favourite cinema experiences.
According to Callie's shelter paperwork, today is (possibly) her birthday! Happy (maybe) second birthday to sweet Callie (even though it almost certainly is not).
@_cherryphobic
It captures them all perfectly:
Belle - hunter mode activated
Billy - always slightly concerned
Barney - does not know what is going on, just happy to be here
This photo came up on my Facebook memories from 2016, a year I would have really struggled to make it through without Willow. I miss my fluffy little princess so much.
You know how they say putting kitchen foil on the counters stops cats jumping on them because they don't like how it feels on their paws? Yeah, that doesn't work with Ginny.
((CW: Pet death. I can't believe I am writing this but Willow died this afternoon. I came upstairs to find her on her favourite chair. The vet thinks it was a heart attack. It would have been quick and painless. Thank you all for loving my girl so much, she truly was my world.))