Five weeks ago we had to have our beloved tabby boy PTS. The end of an era. He was a stray who chose us. A gentleman. A gentle giant who ruled the others with a benevolent paw of iron.
Four weeks and one day ago we picked up a new addition to the family.
Since then he’s really put us through the mill. He wasn’t well at all. Severe digestive issues and the week before Christmas it looked like he wasn’t going to make it.
But luck was on our side and despite him being a tablet refuser he’s better and yesterday his medication and inoculations were all sorted so he had his first taste of freedom.
He came into rescue as a ten week old kitten and at the age of ten months had never been offered a home.
So the first taste of the great outdoors was a big moment.
For the first half and hour he refused to come out but once Cat#3 appreared he decided that the outside world looked as exciting as it was scary.