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I didn’t think we would have another cat again what with Mum’s failing eyesight and my nomadic working life but it was love at first sight for me when I saw Mr Lewis’s photo on Facebook, although I had to describe him to my Mother.  It was not, however, love at first smell as the nervous feline arrived having had a dirty protest in his cat carrier!

Despite occasionally lounging on the stairs, our potential moggie trip hazard has settled into the Affleck household nicely.  Mr Lewis (Aka Pinkie, Louis, Louie and Lord Lou!) does like to be included in everything that is going on and often seeks us out to oversee what we are up to!

Mr Lewis spent his first two months with us under house arrest whilst I sorted out his vaccinations and microchip details.  He was not best pleased with his new enforced status of house-cat.  Every day, several times a day Mr Lewis would sit and stare out of the glazed back door into the garden whilst he pawed at the glass and yowled a most plaintive, “OUT!”  Every day, several times a day, I would tell him, “No out yet Mr Lewis, but soon.”    I think I told him once too often as he turned around and bit my ankle!

The day Pinkie Lewis was allowed in `The Out’ was marked on our calendar as exactly a week after his second booster.  Thankfully the sun was shining as I opened the back door to his freedom and the nesting sparrows!  It was quite touching how Mr Lewis followed me at first but as his confidence and curiosity grew he slunk off to explore our small back garden on his own.  He’s not one to go far is Mr Lewis, which is fine by us, but he does enjoy sitting on the back step of an evening, taking in the air and listening to the sounds of suburbia.

 

Mr Lewis

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Mr Lewis arrived at our house having had a ‘dirty’ protest in his cat carrier. Covered in his on excrement he was unceremoniously given a bath in our sink by his soon to be ex owner who sadly had to give him up. After the indignity of it all, Mr Lewis took himself off to hide behind the fridge for several hours eventually coming out for some food.

My elderly Mother had resisted having another cat for some years as she was worried that one would prove to be a trip hazard. Unfortunately, Mr Lewis has taken  to lying along the stairs!  He further blotted his copy book by biting the hand that fed him, three times, but  after being told he would be sent to  live in the shed if he did it again he seemed to settle down. 

Mr Lewis is not a cat who takes being told no very well. While waiting for him to have his  second booster, I wouldn’t let him out into the garden, so he bit my bare ankle! My bite soon healed though, my Mum however, had to have a course of antibiotics when  her hand became infected after Mr Lewis sunk his teeth into it. This put pay to her lunchtime sherry  for a while but it did sort out the infection.

Mr Lewis has a penchant for licking plastic bags, he started on one fromn Malcolm Barnicuts’ which had held a couple of steak pasties and then  progressed to various supermarket carriers including a bag  for life, he isn’t fussy.

When Mr Lewis’s funny five minutes  turned into a bonkers fifteen minutes we discovered that he was working himself up to using his litter tray, something he isn’t really keen on doing. Mum, who is on litter tray duty when I’m working away, decided to change his diet for a less oder inducing one with little success. Cat poo is cat poo and we all look forward to the day when he can go out and empty himself in the neighboring gardens!

We were told that Mr Lewis would be okay as long as he knew his boundaries and I would say that on the whole, he does. Initially he did sense weakness in my Mother and tried to bend her to his will. Most of the time he is a very affectionate cat who enjoys a warm lap to sit on. He does have the occasional Jekyll and Hide moment when he can bite without provocation. I came home to find Mum wearing a pair of sheepskin gloves with Mr Lewis sitting on her lap. “Just in case!” She told me.

On the whole Mr Lewis has settled in very well, it is still early days but he is fully vaccinated and has had his microchip details updated so is now ready to  go out and explore his garden and the surrounding environs.  Look out Liskeard, Mr Lewis will soon be on the loose!

I’m not retraining as an arborist – I have entered the world of commerce, in a small way, by having some of my photographs  made in to postcards.  Being fortunate to live  in Cornwall where my working day is spent walking other peoples’ dogs across moorland and fields or along the  coast I am often inspired to  capture the stunning scenery with all it’s moods, so it stands to reason that I always carry my camera (along with poo bags and  dog treats).

Yomping over the  countryside in all winds and weather can be thirsty work, which is why I favour walks with dog friendly cafes on route.  It was after  I’d  slaked my thirst at one tea room that I approached the Proprietor with a view to selling my postcards there. I was encouraged to find him receptive to the idea  having liked the few samples I’d  brought with me. We agreed  I would return with a variety of local scenes and that they would be displayed for sale in their shop. 

So if  you find yourself in Cornwall and would like a memento of your visit and an excellent cuppa  then head for Trevallick’s Farm Shop  or Minions Tea Room and look out for my postcards!

“It’s rather like going for a walk on your own.” My clients told me apologetically as we watched their, German Pointer, Brodie roving along the shore in the distance.  “He’s obsessed with wagtails.” I could just make out that Brodie was stalking something. “I swear he thinks he’s invisible!”  We laughed. “Don’t worry,” they reassured me, “he never leaves the beach!”

We carried on along the pebbly shoreline with Morgan, my client’s other dog, another pointer,  watching his owners intently as he waited for his tennis ball to be launched into the sea.  “At least you’ll feel like you’re on a dog walk with Morgan!”

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I’d finally found the time to call in and say ‘hello’ to my retriever friends.  As I let myself into their garden I was met at the gate by two excited goldies who bounced up and down in front of me barking ecstatically. Whilst Pippa let me make a fuss of her George grabbed a bunch of wilted chrysanthemums lying by the back door and presented them to me!  He seemed to think better of it because, as I reached to take the decaying flowers from him, the cheeky canine whisked them away with a look of glee to gallop around the lawn holding the bouquet between his soft chops!

I was picking at my breakfast of porridge which, because I wasn’t wearing my glasses, I’d mistakenly dusted with ground cumin instead of cinnamon, when Alfie the rag doll cat appeared with a dead robin!  So pleased with himself was he that I swear the feline was smiling, his purr vibrated through him as if he were singing with pride.

As Alfie regularly terrorizes the local wildlife I composed a special ‘killing’  song with him in mind, it can be sung to most tunes.

He does sing of the things that he brings,

Of mice and rats and birds and things,

He does sing of the things that he brings her,

He does sing of the things that he brings!

It is a work in progress but I think that Alfie likes it so far!

“It can take Ollie up to an hour to eat his food now.”  My client tapped the ceramic bowl that held the barely touched meat and stared at the elderly tabby and white cat sadly. “He’s used to eating up on the work top, just make a fuss of him and don’t let the others steal his food.”  Tiger-Tim and Lily, Ollie’s brother and sister,  were already winding around our legs in anticipation of extra helpings!

Every morning would start with me putting a tablespoon of wet food in Ollie’s bowl and then trying to encourage him to eat it.  If he hadn’t been so thin I don’t think we would have been quite as worried about Ollie’s lack of focus when it came to meal times.

My client had suggested I brush the ancient moggy to get him eating and for a while it worked.  So did giving all the cats the same diet, this bit of reverse phycology had Ollie fooled into thinking he was having something that he shouldn’t as he sneaked a few mouthfuls from Tiger-Tim and Lily’s plates!  However, Ollie still wasn’t consuming enough and it would take all day before he’d finish a sachet of food.

The Meaty Meat song was born out of my frustration.  By tapping Ollie’s bowl and pushing its contents about with a fork I managed to attract my charge’s attention.  When I began to sing “Yummy! Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!  He’s got meaty meat in his tummy,” as well, Ollie started to scoff his nosh!  I was amazed, especially as my singing is awful.  It didn’t work every single time but Ollie did seem to associate my little ditty with eating and thankfully began putting on some weight.  Perhaps I’ll give it a go for other fussy eaters.  I wonder if it would work with toddlers and broccoli/!