Garfield and Sammy
After just having to have my previous rescue cat - Sherlock – put to sleep due to an unknown health problem (and also losing his sister – Cherry – last year to a blood clot in the back legs), I decided to contact Paws & Claws to see what cats they had for rehoming as this is where I have always got my cats from.
I hoped to have two cats if possible, and for one to be a boy, as Sherlock was a beautiful big lovable male white cat. Everybody loved him as he didn’t have one nasty bone in his body and you could do anything with him. Medication was easy to give and when he had to go to the vets in the last few months of his life, they said he didn’t fuss about any of the tests they performed on him. His big loves were to have lots of fuss and food (and was especially good at making sure white hairs were left on everybody and everywhere even in places he never visited!).
So I arrived the same day I had to have Sherlock put to sleep, some may say too soon, but I can never be without a cat in my home. Helena showed me the cats they had. One cat, Stan was beautiful but as I live in an area of many cats it wouldn’t be fair on him or the other cats. Another, Louie was also beautiful, but as soon as I heard they had two male cats in, and one was called Garfield, I had to see these. As a kid I adored the cartoon cat “Garfield” (still do). After seeing them I couldn’t say no, especially as they were enormous – we reckon they have maine coon within them. Helena told me they loved fuss and boy was she right.
Though shy when I first got them home (they hid in various corners which were way too small), but if you put your hand near them they did accept a little fuss and by the end of the evening, Sammy was exploring well and even Garfield put in an appearance until both found that under the bed was a better hiding place. However it hasn’t taken them long to settle in and their characters are coming out.
Garfield, who is the oldest at 3 and also the biggest, lets Sammy (who is 2) dictate when he is allowed on the bed or on my lap. Needless to say I don’t let Sammy do this and he looked quite surprised when after he hit Garfield one morning when Garfield was passing him, I then lightly tapped Sammy on his rump and told him off.
If Sammy is on my bed or on my sitting room chair then he doesn’t like Garfield coming up afterwards. If Garfield is already there then that is okay. So Sammy gets rather put out when I carry Garfield upstairs and put him on the bed first. I then have Sammy on one side of me and Garfield on the other both demanding fuss. It is equally as bad when I am sitting down for the evening, with both sitting either on or beside me, requesting fuss. Doing anything in the evening has become something that doesn’t happen, unless I am quick off the mark and they soon try and snuggle onto my lap. The only thing allowed is either grooming them or stroking.
The only thing they are still nervous about is when I have visitors. Then it is back upstairs and if really nervous, back under the bed. Still it has only been a month since I have had them and other than this they are settling in well and getting 100% pampered.
Jacky 4th April 2008
Sherlock & Cherry