Dilys Graham's Legacy
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Dilys Graham, I learned today, was a lady from Salford who bequeathed £168,000 to the RSPCA specifically for the care of feral and stray cats. Phil, an animal handler far happier in his job than my prior RSPCA contact, Mistress Strangemoose of the Ultimatums, pulled out a newspaper clipping he carries around with him, which detailed her story. 'She's pulling our strings from Heaven,' he said, beaming, as he presented me with a confused but happy Chav-cat.
Chav-cat's blood and bits have been checked; He has neither feline HIV, nor leukemia nor anything other than a bout of catflu. He's been wormed, deflea-ed, neutered, given a flu jab and, should we catch up with him in a while, they'll give him the booster. We brought him back to much food and fussing, he yowled, we stroked him and he showed great appreciation.
Phil introduced me to two tiny black rescue kittens, Felix and Samson, the latter named in definite irony, for Samson has had an eye infection and stunted growth - even for seven weeks, he is a very teeny moog and his hair sticks up like Mr Spock's in early Star Trek episodes. They were adorable (the kitties, not the episodes), and I would take them on in an instant, were it not for
larians protests and the moogs' stony reaction to the homecoming hero. Whether it was his change of smell or our enthusiasm to see him, Surya was disdainful and Ralik had a downright sulk. Methinks more feline lodgers would not be welcome.
Chav loved being stroked, but the excellent book on cat psychology lent to me by
november_girl detailed the syndrome where you stroke a cat lots, it is clearly blissed out and then out of nowhere shreds your arm or bites you; the book describes it as a cat's momentary turmoil between inner kitten and inner killer. This is what Chav did, only having no background of humans screaming 'No! Bad Kitty!' he drew blood. He was fine afterwards, we got on well, the stroking resumed, and he finally wandered off to check out his territory and get back to normal. But there's no getting past something I have remembered and ignored for the past week, while working in the garden; It has been 12 years since my last tetanus jab. My phobia re needles has made me all too ready to ignore it but I really shouldn't - we are close to the country and I am accident prone.
Now I could get a bit Kipling about this; The not-quite-tame thing forced the not-quite-wild thing into medical help, necessary and long-delayed. In return, the not-quite-wild thing forced the not-quite-tame thing to get medical help, necessary and long-delayed.
Or it could be that Chav took one look at his genital modification, and knew who to blame. With a psychic scream of 'Eat jabby justice, Bitch Queen!' He became karma-cat and got me good.
Either way, from one mad cat woman to another, thank you Dilys Graham. Harvest is the gift of past care; may yours ensure the health and safety of many a lost cat for years to come.
Chav-cat's blood and bits have been checked; He has neither feline HIV, nor leukemia nor anything other than a bout of catflu. He's been wormed, deflea-ed, neutered, given a flu jab and, should we catch up with him in a while, they'll give him the booster. We brought him back to much food and fussing, he yowled, we stroked him and he showed great appreciation.
Phil introduced me to two tiny black rescue kittens, Felix and Samson, the latter named in definite irony, for Samson has had an eye infection and stunted growth - even for seven weeks, he is a very teeny moog and his hair sticks up like Mr Spock's in early Star Trek episodes. They were adorable (the kitties, not the episodes), and I would take them on in an instant, were it not for
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Chav loved being stroked, but the excellent book on cat psychology lent to me by
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Now I could get a bit Kipling about this; The not-quite-tame thing forced the not-quite-wild thing into medical help, necessary and long-delayed. In return, the not-quite-wild thing forced the not-quite-tame thing to get medical help, necessary and long-delayed.
Or it could be that Chav took one look at his genital modification, and knew who to blame. With a psychic scream of 'Eat jabby justice, Bitch Queen!' He became karma-cat and got me good.
Either way, from one mad cat woman to another, thank you Dilys Graham. Harvest is the gift of past care; may yours ensure the health and safety of many a lost cat for years to come.
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Date: 2005-08-04 09:23 am (UTC)What are you still doing here?
Attack of the pointy wee jabbystabbies
Date: 2005-08-04 09:35 am (UTC)I know you're right.
*shuffles off, whining, to the surgery.*
Tetanus Jab
Date: 2005-08-04 11:01 am (UTC)Rusty ol' nails on fences and other garden-related stuff, however, can. Get your tetanus jab, then when you see something fabulous wastefully being thrown on a skip you can retrieve it without worrying.
Re: Tetanus Jab
Date: 2005-08-04 11:48 am (UTC)Hmm. Finx finx finx. I may just be able to call this off...
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Date: 2005-08-04 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-04 12:08 pm (UTC)feline psychology
Date: 2005-08-06 01:34 pm (UTC)On another note, per venusandronicus, I'd like to add that I understand about not wanting to add to another's thread without making some contribution to the subject. For this reason, I said nothing about the crystal baby thread, which I thought was a real hoot. Blessed be. Rock on.