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Monday 17 May 2010

The Woozle Has Landed



In early December my lovely cat Norman died of stomach cancer, leaving his mum, Zebra, and his brother, Dolphin, searching for him for days. Eventually they cosied up together for a long cold winter. It seemed odd to only have two cats to feed. I've been known to have as many as five at one time, and so my daughter and I decided to visit the local cat sanctuary a couple of days ago and adopt an adult rescue cat. Off we toddled with the intention of bringing home an adult male or even a squeaky little kitten.

Well, the best laid plans of mice and Chicita are always altered by fate, and despite an overwhelming choice of both kittens and adults, it was we humans who were chosen by one lovely female. I was kneeling on the floor as she was let out of her pen, and she promptly made a bee line for my lap and settled herself down. Utterly confused after spending 2 hours getting to know all the cats on offer, and having not even spotted this quiet and gentle mass of black fur in a large pen on the floor, we rushed home to check that daughter's bedroom door closed properly, downed a cup of calming tea and pelted back to the cats' home, keeping our fingers crossed that she hadn't been whisked away by one of the many people perusing the feline collection.


The cat formerly known as Dinah is now officially called The Woozle, a never yet seen but most definitely existing weasel-like character from the Winnie The Pooh stories. Woozle settled in to her new room immediately, drank 12 gallons of milk, ate a few cat bikkies from our hands and settled down in a ball on the bed for the night.


How she could have been named Dinah, heaven only knows. This beautiful and graceful cat has eaten hardly anything since she has been here and is far from a diner. In fact she reminds me of a size zero super model who claims to have overeaten when offered a second lettuce leaf.


It's early days still, and she has just had her first grand tour of the house, met the other guys and done some amazing throaty gurgles. Her vampire-like fangs are huge, especially when she screws up her face to do the hissy fit thing. Zebra and Dolphin are not finding her a threat. After all, she is nothing but a small fluff ball that can't weigh more than an ounce or two.

12 comments:

  1. She looks beautiful, she reminds me of a cat I had some years ago.

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  2. She's lovely :D Reminds me of the cat we had when I was five - very imaginatively named Blackie ( well I was only five!)

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  3. She's beautiful!!

    I agree they really do pick you- I've had the honour of being picked a few times lol.

    Great name too ♥

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  4. Not only picked but picky. This cat is so fussy about food. I've hand fed her cat bikkies throughout the day. Looks like we have us a little princess on our hands!

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  5. lovely! She really is at home! My cat owns me too!

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  6. aw i love cats eeek, we rescued our cat mouse, and again she picked me! she never really eats her biscuits, but as she catches so much stuff i don't need to worry about her being hungry or size 0. hope all goes well with the new arrival x

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  7. Wow, a rescue mouse. Who would have thunk it? That warms my heart! I adore meeses to pieces.

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  8. Well done you for rescuing - and welcome to a great world, Woozle.. you've landed on your paws, for sure!

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  9. She is very much a Woozle, what does that shorten to Wooz, Woz, Wozzy or Wizzo. I can't wait to give her a cuddle!

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  10. If they don't end up looking for a home on your doorstep, the shelter is the next best place. Last time I was at the shelter we were picked by an American Burmese we call Panther, because he reminds my husband of the black panthers where he grew up. 3 is the perfect number of 'boys' for me too.

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  11. Gorgous!! I have 2 rescue cats, and I love them to bits! I bet Woozle is so happy to have found you!

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  12. Well, 4 days in, and this little beauty has fleas, dermatitis and an utter hatred of our other 2 cats. Oh, happy day!!

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