Jake's Happy Home
13 March 2015
Hello
– Jake here. Remember me? Cats Protection Preston rescued me
in early summer 2014, when I was living rough and had a badly broken
and infected leg. They saved my life, and I’m really grateful to
them. Their vet sorted out my leg – took it off completely,
actually, which was a relief – then the lovely CP fosterer gave me
lots of care and time to regain my strength. In July, they found me
a new home.
I’ve been living in here for eight months now, and
I can honestly say I think this is The Forever Home. It’s great.
My new people are a retired couple who love cats and obviously know
what we need and want. For the first few days they made sure I was
fed and comfortable, but left me alone to get used to them: no
fussing or prodding and poking. They spoke quietly and let me sleep
under their sofa – she gave me a custom-made blanket bed to lie on,
very nice. They let me sleep on their chairs – in fact, there were
new blankets on them all, so I had a good choice of beds. After a
couple of days I plucked up courage to jump on their laps to suss
them out – again, no fuss, just gentle voices and cuddles. They
seemed to call themselves Mum and Dad, so I do too.
I was kept safe indoors for three weeks until one
sunny day they opened the conservatory door and invited me to sit
with them on the patio. I had a cautious look round and – oh wow,
what a garden! It’s big, and full of interesting corners and
tunnels and nooks and crannies (whatever they are) to explore. It’s
all organic, so no nasty smells or dangerous tastes, and the wildlife
is just great. My people are nature fanatics, so the garden was
teeming with stuff that flew, jumped, crawled or just sat there,
waiting for me. And I could run back inside when it all got
overwhelming. But I felt safe. And the sunbathing places are
terrific.
On my first few trips in the garden I did my best to
relocate all the huge frogs that took the liberty of occupying what
Mum called her Wildlife Pond. She seemed a bit upset, and Dad chased
me to try to get the frogs off me, but I did a great job. I wasn’t
so successful with birds. Some feathery trespassers keep eating all
the food Mum puts out in hanging tubes, so I try jumping at them to
stop them. Well, to be honest, I want to catch them; don’t know
why, as I get plenty of good food. But well, I’m a cat.
Unfortunately I’ve had no success there – I am disabled, you
know. Only got three legs! Not that you’d notice – I can really
skip about.
Anyway, I just thought I’d let you know how I’m
getting on. I am very comfortable, very happy and much loved – I
can even sleep on the people bed with Mum if I want. Talk about a
cushy billet! I love it here, and I love my people. I just want to
say again how grateful I am to Cats Protection Preston for saving my
life and finding me this lovely warm, loving home. Now, excuse me –
I think I’ll find one of my toys and curl up with it for a little
nap. . .
X
Jake