Please could the rat and mice enthusiasts get in touch? We really want to have more of your stories and news!

The final picture is Sebastian (another of Tilly’s friends!) on the lawn.

Juliet now has another rescued greyhound called Roxie.

Christopher is going fine. When he first came he was only four months and had not mastered the technique of having a dust bath. He has now mastered the technique!!! He is very engaging and lives in my office and is particularly interesting and lively at night…..as chins are! He would like to hear from other chins as much as I would like to hear from other chin owners..PLEASE?

HENRY (HARRY to his friends) was a smart black and white short-haired cat who arrived at my door one cold December evening in 1984. A friend of mine had found three kittens thrown into the river in a sack and desperately needed to find a home for two of them. At first I was a little reluctant to take on ‘pet responsibility’, being out at work all day and most evenings. However, he impressed me. He put on a grand display of playing with his furry little toy mouse, to show me what a good hunter he would be; inspected the various downstairs rooms indicating that he knew where his food cupboard would be located, and sat in front of the fire in ‘domestic cat pose’ to show me that he knew he would make a good feature in the living room.

We bonded, and from that day on he became my companion as well as my pet. I would arrive home to find him waiting by the gate (he always knew when I was on my way home); he would amble slowly down the path to greet me with an air of confident anticipation (food, fire, cuddles, excessive praise for not having destroyed anything).

He wasn’t a hunter or a great athlete. He only climbed a tree once and got vertigo. He liked a game of football, he could dribble, score goals but his favourite position was as goalie. He was very fussy about his appearance and liked to have his collars replenished when they got a little scruffy, he would never go out without a collar on. In fact he was fairly laid back. He liked la dolce vita.

He liked a variety of dishes. Anything approaching haute cuisine was especially savoured (not something that happens regularly in this household I hasten to add)! Salmon of course, chicken a close second, and strawberry yoghurt (from a spoon). He sounds pampered I know but he would always be willing to slum it with a tin of pilchards.

He loved the summer and could invariably be found lying on his back in the sunshine, snoring. He chased butterflies but never, ever caught one; birds he was not so keen on preferring to watch them through the window. The garden was his main joy and he would help pull up weeds and dig holes for new plants. He could often be found inspecting the flower-beds and smelling the fragrant bouquets. The most endearing memory of him is when he would chase drops of water from the watering can until he was absolutely soaked. It eventually became a favourite game and watering the plants took an incredibly long time! He had a fascination with water and loved to catch drips from the bath taps on his paws, then proceeded to wash himself.

Life is much more sedate without him. He was a joy to be with and to know. The poem is my humble tribute to him and our seventeen years together.

Susan has also sent in this poem, which she has composed in tribute to her companion:

FOR HARRY (1985-2002).

The dearest of all creatures.
The bravest of all souls.
The friend I knew I needed,
Companion of my soul
I always will remember just how glad you’d be,
tail held high and happy,
Coming home to me.

Chasing birds and butterflies,
Never catching much.
Claws that were so lethal,
Paws soft to the touch.
But I remember you so fondly, how it used to be,
tail held high and happy,
Coming home to me.

I’d see you in the twilight
Past evening’s shady veil,
Surveying all your kingdom,
Protecting your domain.
Suddenly deciding where you’d rather be
And come running back so quickly
Coming home to me.

Days are a little longer,
Nights a shade too long,
The evening time is sadder
Now that you have gone.
But I’ll always have the memory of how it used to be
When suddenly I’d see you
Coming home to me.

Glossie the cat was brought to us nearly 17 years ago by our first stray, Bob. We had made Bob’s life easier by removing a pane from the laundry room window so he could come and go as he pleased. But one day he chose NOT to come in but sat outside the kitchen door making that familiar mournful call. I opened the door and there was Bob with a black and white kitten which he duly led over to a sofa on to which he heaved his new friend. We put some cushions there so that the creature could climb up and down. A couple of days later a LARGE black and white cat walked in.. looked at me, then Bob and then had an exchange with the squeaking kitten. Mother (as it turned out) seemed happy with the situation and walked out ..glancing at me as she left -never to return..

This kitten was here to stay so the next thing was a name. As it happened at that time I was making regular visits back to Oxford from North Wales and since the M40 extension was yet to open, it involved tedious journeys across Cheltenham to the M5. On this occasion I was stuck at every traffic light and the sign at each of them pointed towards GLOSCAT – Gloucester College of Art and Technology. So this pretty creature with the shining coat became GLOSCAT. – Glossie.

Knowing nothing of cats her romping with Bob brought fears of multiplication and she was duly taken to John the vet to be neutered. A phone call later in the day informed us that Glossie was NOT a girl but an underdeveloped boy! Being pretty.. Glossie remained ‘she’! The cats were allowed out all day but brought in at night and one night Glossie was missing. We searched the streets and gardens without success but found her eventually inside the blankets in the airing cupboard. That was the night when we learned the Glossie rule of life. Find somewhere warm and soft and stick to it. She kept that rule for the next fifteen years devoting herself to the quest for warmth. We put a box covered with a towel next to the radiator in the kitchen and she was there in the winter. In the summer it was my sun-drenched office window or office chair – or her favourite window seat – usually on her back with the front paws raised and neatly together and her back feet carefully pointing upwards. At night she moved to the top of the stairs or got into bed stretched out next to me with her head tucked under my shoulder.. when the purring stopped it meant she had gone to sleep

As part of the move back to Oxfordshire we rented a house in Benson taking our – by then six cats – having been adopted by Edward the Tom, Arthur (seen in the illustration on this page), Voodoo and Boots. ..as well as Bob and Glossie. They loved the garden and the stream running through it but Glossie in particular demonstrated a right hook which she regularly landed on the neighbour’s cat. The damage to Glossie was minimal but the next door cat started spending far too much time on the operating table so it was agreed that the two households would allow their respective acts out on alternate days. On Glossie’s day out this meant sitting outside, nose to nose with the neighbour’s cat flap whilst on her days inside the other cat would taunt her through the French windows. Once we moved to Burford all six cats were indoor cats and within a few months Bob who was scarcely seven , was put to sleep and Edward died in my arms… cancer … shortly afterwards. Glossie clearly missed Bob but soon adapted to being senior cat and re-distributed everyone’s jobs only the newly acquired tiny and elderly Poppy refused to be organised by her.

Glossie lost most of her teeth and in 2005 was stricken with thyroid problems and her weight plummeted. An operation in June solved that but on September 12th the beautiful cat with the loudest purr in the world was stricken in a different way. Breathless and not much tempted to eat she was taken the next day to Karen the vet and the lumps meant that it was kindest to end her life – there and then.

We miss Glossie SO much. Arthur (now 19) and Boots (now 12) remain with us and are still puzzled.by her absence. Neither of them has taken over Glossie’s favourite places.

When he died we adopted two kittens from the Buckland Cat Sanctuary.. they are proving to be engaging but have a number of inconvenient short-comings..and they are called Pepys and Nell

I will be adding information about Riverhaven Animal Sanctuary for Cats which urgently needs your help. 

Here is the opening of an article by Karen LeCras which appeared in Nibbling News. Learn about the Reiki treatment:

Touching The Iceberg

Karen LeCras rescues and rehomes guinea pigs in the Reading and Oxon area. Most of the guinea pigs are private referrals from the RSPCA. Guinea pigs are rescued for many different reasons and are not always in the best of health, on occasions it has been appropriate to let senior guineas live out their days in the rescue.

When all is well and guinea is in good health this isn’t a problem, but when they are ill the decision has to be made about what is best for Guinea. When an animal is in pain the choice is clear. Difficulties arise when there is no obvious pain- yet, but it is inevitable. When is an acceptable time to ‘intervene’? Do you wait until guinea is in pain and the decision is made for you? Or do you end things now so Guinea doesn’t have to suffer at all? The agonising decision that needs to be made if the last option is chosen is ‘when’. How do you know that you are not ending guinea’s life prematurely? Does guinea want to leave us yet? Is it right to ‘play God’? All these and more crossed Karen’s mind whenever the ultimate decision was needed.

These were the primary reasons for Karen’s decision to attend the Reiki 1 course. After discussion with Chrissie it seemed that Reiki may help in situations like this. But it was only the tip of the iceberg…

All our guineas will be offered Reiki at some stage of their stay, and for continued treatments will be recommended to Chrissie Slade, Reiki Master and Guinea Lover.

Contact Karen regarding rescue guineas:

Karen@readingguineapigrescue.co.uk

Website: http://www.readingguineapigrescue.co.uk

Tel: 0118 9615096

For more on Animal Reiki see: http://www.animal-reiki.com