yuk, a cat on my blog!



Posting days: Sunday and Wednesday and, sometimes, maybe, extra ‘news flashes’


Sunday July 23rd 2017


Suddenly, on Saturday evening, I’m taken out of my kennel. As soon as I step outside the kennel block, I can smell Human. About time too. I’ve been here for ages. I should pretend I don’t care,  but my tail gives me away. It won’t stop wagging. I even find my nose pushing into the back of her legs. Very annoying. Humans should be punished for abandoning their dogs.

I’m told that cats can easily get revenge in these situations. They have complete control. They can stop their tails from waving, and they can turn their backs on their humans for days and days, so the humans realize that they’ve done wrong.

Eek! That reminds me. Something horrible has happened.

First, there was this very nasty smell in K’s car. (K gave us a lift home from Holly Trees.) It wasn’t K. I know her smell and it’s quite nice.

I refused to get into the car but that Ray Deddicoat lifted me in.

The nasty smell got stronger and stronger. You won’t believe this – it was a cat!

Anyway, it wasn’t our car, so I knew it would go away soon. K would take it with her.

I was led into the house. Ah! wonderful smells: smelly boots, dirt, bundles of my old hairs, mouldy grass seeds and lots of thick dust.

I love the smell of home.

I was let out into the garden straight away. Wonderful! I love my garden. Human didn’t know we’d had thunderstorms all day in Birmingham and I had a lovely time scratching up the muddy lawn. By the way, what does, “Bloody hell, Isis!”, mean?

Well, I came in for tea. There was a lovely sardine with my Burns. Slurp.

When I’d finished eating, I noticed that K had gone home. But, horror of horrors, the nasty cat smell was now in my house.

Even worse, the nasty smell was very close. Ew! It was on the other side of the kitchen door.


Human opened the door for me and I went out. Very carefully.

The smell was coming from something right next to the kitchen door.

Very, very gently – honestly – I sniffed its fur.







Smack! It bashed me in the face.

I retreated into the kitchen as fast as my paws would take me, and cowered against the back door.

Later, just before bed time, Human let me out into the garden. But when it was time to come in, I could smell IT right by the door. So I ran back in the garden.

When Human came out to bring me in, IT rushed out of the door.

“That’s good”, I thought. “Gone cat.” But stupid human said some very, very rude words and dashed out after IT.

I kept giving little, low, worried woofs every time I smelled a cat smell, but Human told me that I must be kind and polite to ‘Daisy’ because her person is in hospital and Daisy is very sad. And she was eighteen in March.


Still more shocking, she said we both have to be very nice to Daisy, even when she smacks me.

Sigh. I don’t know if I can stand it.

And it’s getting worse all the time.

Today Human was really disgusting. I heard her saying she is very worried because Daisy hasn’t done a poo since she came.

For goodness sake.


Isis came from the Aeza cat and dog rescue and adoption centre in Aljezur, Portugal. For information about adopting an animal from the centre, contact kerry@aeza.org or  www.dogwatchuk.co.uk

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7 Responses to yuk, a cat on my blog!

  1. Jane McKears says:

    Never a dull moment 🙂


  2. Beverly Dakin says:

    Welcome home Pat. We missed you.


  3. Amber Lipari says:

    18! She certainly doesn’t look it. Wouldn’t it be lovely if Daisy and Isis became best friends?


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