My name is Whatsit.  I am a longhaired grey tabby.  My mum and dad were feral, so I was very nervous when I went to my new home in a nice warm house. 

whatsit

Luckily I had my sister Gizmo with me.  We had lots of fun chasing each other and getting to know our new cat friends who lived in the house.  Our mum took us to this vet place, but nothing bad happened and we went home again.  (The vet told our mum we were too small to be neutered). 

I went out one day and met up with a very nice black gentleman, who told me we would have fun and everything would be fine.  I was a bit scared afterwards and stayed indoors.  A bit later I felt funny and fat and my mum took me to the vet again, and he said I was having kittens. 

When I went into labour I was very frightened but mum had a sixth sense that something was happening and told everyone at work she had to go home.  One of my babies was stuck and it was off to the vets again, where I had four healthy babies.  Syddy and Tymmy (ginger boys), Mischief (black boy) and Dympy (black girl). 

whatsit and babies

I tried to be a good mum and hid my babies and looked after them as best I could, but I found it hard work. My sister had four babies a month later.  Mum kept all the babies. She said it was not their fault they had been born and she had a duty to care for them.  I am now 7 and my babies are 6. I have very little to do with the boys but Dympy and I do everything together and have glorious games skidding across the wooden floors.

My mum keeps guinea pigs in the garage and I often potter in to say hello.  We also have a shed and a family of mice live under the shed. In the summer I sit looking at the underneath of the shed just in case a mouse comes out to play.

Once when I was helping mum with the guinea pigs I swear I saw something in the garage move. I am convinced the mice have moved into the garage for the winter.  Mum says she cannot see them, but I know they are there.

Every time I see mum going to the garage, I rush out with her and bob up and down by the door until mum opens it. I then rush to where I know they are hiding and sit concentrating until mum drags me out. Sometimes I sneak back in when mum has switched the light off so she doesn't know I am there.  Then it gets cold and thankfully mum realises I am missing and comes to get me. 

This morning I went with mum as usual, and then I hid when it was time to go in, so mum thought I had gone out. Mum could not find me indoors and she thought it very unusual as I usually help her get ready for work.  Luckily she thought about the garage and opened the door before leaving for work and out I popped.  No doubt I will still rush into the garage with mum tonight, as I cannot resist just waiting for those lovely plump little bodies to come out.  I never catch the little blighters and end up tossing my toy mice around the house to make up for it.  Mum says she much prefers things that way!!

Love to all,


Whatsit xxx

Hampshire, UK




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  • Much less likely to wander and get lost
  • Safer from diseases like feline AIDS, mammary tumours and feline leukaemia
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