Please note: this is an old post. I have been blogging for a really long time: since my childhood, in fact. Bear in mind that any opinions stated may have changed, any code snippets may no longer be considered safe or secure, and my personal circumstances are almost certainly different to what's contained herein. You have been warned...
I’d like for you all to meet Fudge:
Karl and I travelled to meet Fudge today. He was advertised in the local paper as “6 weeks old and ready”. I’ve never heard of a kitten being ready for rehoming at 6 weeks but I wanted a look anyway. With my mum providing directions, we arrive at this little house and knock the door.
Greeted by a short fat oldish woman, she opens the door and the smell is immediately obvious… an overpowering odour of cat piss, BO and God only knows what else. I follow one woman into the house — she seemed to be heading for the front room — so I assume the kittens are being kept in there. Imagine my surprise, and total horror, when the older lady opens a door to a cupboard behind me and drags out this cage of kittens.
There were 4-5 of them, including Fudge, all trying desperately to escape out of the crate. The cupboard stinks, it’s in total darkness and if they’re actually 6 weeks old? Well, I’m a monkeys fucking uncle. Upon closer inspection I could see poo all up Fudge’s back legs, his belly.. his butt was encrusted with the stuff for crying out loud!
I grabbed Fudge, stuffed the money (£50) in this woman’s hand and nearly ran to the door I was so desperate to get out. I am not ashamed to say that I burst into tears the second I got outside and did not stop crying until I got back to my mum’s (a good 10 miles away).
We’ve given him a bath to get rid of the poo…
…and he’s already met Hex:
…and it’s all going surprisingly well. Hex is more scared of Fudge than the other way around, and isn’t really sure what to make of this tiny intruder. I’m hoping he [Hex] will be able to help teach Fudge all of the things that this poor little kitty’s mum should have. (No sign of her, I dread to think what age they were separated from their mummy!)
I’m now faced with the task of calling the RSPCA. There’s no way anyone from round here is soft enough to part with the kind of money I just have for an un-neutered/un-jabbed/possibly flea infested kitten, and those babies need rescuing before they are hurt, or worse. I don’t know how to go about this, or what kind of action the RSPCA usually takes against these sorts of people but I’m determined to do something about it.
In the mean time, there’s hopefully a happy future in sight for Fudge, and I’ll leave you all with:
My new baby :)