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Cat Chat By Chris Stalker V.N.

Cats beat NHS 4-1
Eleanor Wexlor recently wrote of a little victory she had won, whilst awaiting for her operation Eleanor wrote:

“I have found yet another use for cats…

After a wait of three years and four months, I finally received an admission date for my total knee replacement. Less than 24 hours before zero hour, everything packed, the cats shipped off to a cattery for the duration, the phone rings and I am informed that I will have to wait another three weeks because of two urgent cases that had to be dealt with immediately. I mentioned that it would mean bringing my cats back home and then off again in three weeks time.

(Little did she know that the prospect of getting four suspicious cats into baskets, single-handedly, within the same hour, while supporting myself on two sticks, was more daunting than the operation itself!) The nurse at the other end of the phone then said that if she could get hold of the right people, it might be possible to cut that down to one week’s delay. Would that suit the cats? Would that…?

I must have done something good at some time in my life, because half-an-hour later she rang me and said I could leave the cats where they are and come in, in a week’s time. Somewhere out there is a cat lover to whom I would leave all my worldly goods for swapping places with me.
So, remember - if ever you are caught in that situation, even if you own your own cattery - plead hardship to the cats!”

Take care when selling a cat for stud!
The poem below was sent by Julie Colin (Talshiar Persians) who had sold a cat (as a stud) in good faith, to someone she thought she knew well – another breeder. After the cat had been in the care of his new owner for eight months, she contacted Julie to complain that he was miserable, submissive, refusing to work and fouling his pen daily.

Julie immediately arranged to see him and brought him back to her home. She says that although GCCF and FAB provide information for breeeders on keeping a stud it is just that – information. There are no set rules about sizes and proper husbandry.

Local authority licenced boarding catteries and cat rescue centres in the main work on a minimum of 27 sq ft per cat. The poor stud cat was living in just 22 sq ft and that was shared by another cat.
Julie wishes that there was a formal code of conduct in place that could be inforced by GCCF, RSPCA etc. The Animal Welfare Bill does not appear to tackle this issue so what do other readers think? Please write to OUR CATS with your suggestions.

I know you checked this breeder out before you let me go
And following enquiries you found nothing bad to know.
She came to see me, you thought she was okay
But mummy you got it wrong this time, I’m sorry to say.

93 x 230 x 195cm is the space she’s proud to call my home
I have to share with another cat, so it’s not even my own.

I’m so unhappy in this place,
Why can’t she see it in my face?
It’s the reason why I hide,
I don’t want to be in here,
I want to be outside.

I’m fed and watered well, I can’t complain of that
But other needs have to be met to keep a happy cat.
There is no room to roam around, no toys with which to play
Nothing here to occupy meor pass the time of day.
I can’t get out to bathe in the sun,or watch birds and butterflies from my run
Can’t feel the wind on my face, nor drink puddles of rain
I can only sit and watch it run down the window pane.

I’m so unhappy in this place,
Why can’t she see it in my face,
It’s the reason why I hide,
I don’t want to be in here,
I want to be outside.

I’m miserable and lonely living in this hell,
My home is not a home it’s like a prison cell.
I have to mark my territory to keep other cats away from me,
It’s why I hide in my litter tray, it’s my little place of sanctuary.
I’m not a bad boy really, I don’t mean to poo on the floor
And if you could get me out of here I wouldn’t do it anymore.

I’m so unhappy in this place,
Why can’t she see it in my face,
It’s the reason why I hide,
I don’t want to be in here,
I want to be outside.

All she wants is me to work, but I can’t, not in here.
I feel threatened in my surroundings with other studs so near,
She’s always putting girls to me, I’m under pressure all the time,
I’m not ready yet, why can’t she see it’s playing on my mind.
I’m not really loved here its obvious, and I know it,
She’s always getting cross with me, and is very quick to show it.
Please come and see before too long,
You’ll know right away what’s going on,
Don’t leave me here, I’m sad and alone,
Please, please mummy come and get me, take me home.

(My advice would be to never sell a cat for breeding without knowing the person concerned personally and then only after visiting their home, prior to the sale to ensure the accommodation and husbandry meet with your standards. My personal view on this matter is that I would like to see all breeders licenced and inspected annually by their own veterinary surgeon, who would be able to give a certificate only if the cats were in his/her opinion housed and cared for properly. Chris)

Congratulations to all the kids who were born in the 1940’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a tin, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a van - loose - was always great fun.

We drank water from the garden hosepipe and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cakes, white bread and real butter and drank pop with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because...


We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No-one was able to reach us all day. And we were OK.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no text messaging, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We played with worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out any eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

We kept cats and dogs as pets and no-one worried about them being a source of infection or the cause of allergies!

Local teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned…

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good… and while you are at it, show it to your kids, so they will know how brave their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?!