no more cats ???

Hello friends, me is very happy, that we have another guest blogpost today. Some weeks ago I wrote about my friend Jan @tribeofma . We were very worried, that he would have to leave twitter for a long time and that we would not see his beautiful photos ever again.

Since then some things happened, he setup a fundraiser for his tribe and although his situation is not good, it is better than some weeks ago, a lot of our friends supported the tribe (we really have a great animal friends community!).

Please take the time visit this fundraiser link,

it has some additional information and updates. So now his first guest blogpost here .. be warned, it is a long read and a lot of photos!

Your Hugi ( very happy to see you here @tribeOfma AKA Jan AKA DadOfMa)

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What A Strange Question

Since you are reading this, I shall assume you know @TribeOfMa on Twitter. If not:

What Is Wrong With You?

Anyhow… This Mr Hugo asked me to explain how I found Ma and her Tribe…

Ma

The answer is pretty obvious: she found me. Apparently I seemed acceptable enough for her to move in. And move in. And move in some more.

She now runs the show, owns my deeds and pays my wages… Yep. And it started in the late summer of 2012. I had lost 5 cats in 8 years to mostly arrogant vets. Vets who didn’t listen – the kind that throws you daggery glances for using a medical term in their exam room! Well, anyways… 2012.

Flodder (OTRB 2014)

I was pondering whether I could stand losing another cat. Dealing with vets. ‘Having’ a cat after Flodder? Could I? Probably not. Sure. Probably not. Maybe… Aargh…. My old friend and former stray Flodder was getting very old. A heart and lung condition had recently made him very fearful – his heart had given out and almost up twice; and although new meds improved his ticker, he still lacked the old confidence. So: to motivate him I would carry him to the far side of my property 4 times a day, and walk back home with him. Our cross-species chats were frequently interrupted because we both felt watched. You know: WATCHED. And since I knew how poor Google’s maps of my middle-of-nowhere property are, I assumed it wasn’t the NSA that  was creeping us out… Nah, something else.

Ma

Then, one day I noticed a tiny tuxedo lady checking out my birdfeeders. Just a glimpse…and whoosh, she was gone. Next, Flodder and I would both notice two bright eyes follow us around in the dark.

Every evening. Stealthily, two cats eyes followed us from a distance. Flodder was intrigued, as was I.

Next, you know, autumn came with a chilly force. At that point I set up a motion-controlled trail camera in my garden. In winter deer would frequently invade to find shelter and birdfood, and the resulting videos are usually boring, but sometimes hilarious. I even take boring if it involves deer and foxes. It’s the west of Ireland after all.

Ma

And then… Scanning the footage recorded by the night camera, I spotted the cat. The 2 eyes that had tracked us for weeks were attached to a limping little tuxedo lady. Since, at that point, I had decided to never “ever” have another cat, I obviously started to put out food for that little lady ASAP! Sucker….

Weeks went by… and what I noticed was this: tuxie would find the food I put out for her. She’d nibble a bit. Then she would try and catch a mouse or a bird (see, she already had a sucker), disappear for an hour or two. Then she’d return and eat the rest of the catfood.

I knew the explanation to that puzzling behaviour, but I couldn’t access the file in my head. Instead I organised a trap. Surprisingly, I managed to catch her painlessly. Off to the vet. Here I have to say: she looked like a kitten – on the night camera footage tuxie had appeared bigger.And more feral. I wondered if she was even old enough to be spayed, yet. But her crooked J-shapedtail and the limp made me take her to the vet anyway. She needed a check-up.

At the vet’s I said: look at her. Can you give HER a thorough check-up, and if (!!!) you don’t think she recently had a litter or is pregnant now, can you neuter her, also? Tick tock tick tock….

Phone call. “You can pick her up”….

So I did. Again I asked, “Do you think she’s pregnant or had a litter recently? On some night camera videos I took of her she looks funny bellywise. Teats-wise…”.

“No”, the vet says, she’s too young and we would have noticed.

Ma

Aah…phew. Some relief. I could keep her indoors for a few days, feed her, keep her warm and dry. But could I ever? Within hours it was clear that this little lady was not one for the indoor amenities. I tried (though, Flodder’s intriqued growling probably didn’t help)…. I really tried. But after 6 hours she put her paws down. Not too soon, either – my living space reduced to rubble.

I opened the door, and she left. A cheeky I’ll-be-back look over her shoulder, and into the bushes she went.I thought the whole experience might have put her off for good. Trap. Vet. Snip. Cage. Car. ‘Indoors’… WTF, she thought. But no… The next day she was right back. Hunt around my birdfeeders, take the food I left out for her and so on…

Ma ( love u.. your Hugi)

Oh…jump… Now it’s New Years Eve 2012. And yes, just in time for Flodder’s walk there’s the little tuxedo lady. And oh so many of her. Hers, I mean… The little lady – we can call her Ma now -, she came with 4 kittens. Thanks, vets – so she WAS either pregnant or had had a litter just around the time you “thoroughly” checked her, eh? Good times.

Luckily, Ma had already found a great home for her kids. Me. More specifically: an old caravan parked on my land. Which is odd, because it had been locked up for years. But, hey – we’re talking Ma skills. And a quick inspection showed that she had discovered a tiny crack in the caravan’s side panel. The put in a revolving door. The rest is history. Her Story…

Cappy

Mini Ma

Stripey

Flakey

Over the next few weeks her 4 kids got used to me. Ma would slowly allow me to deliver food to her caravan. And I better stick to the time table or else…

So… that is how I found Ma. She found me. Ma nd her 4 kids – Stripey, Mini Ma, Cappy and Mr Flakey.

In early March 2013 – still cold and harshly wintery – two little torties joined the family.

By ‘joined’ I mean “launched occasional raids on the tribal food”! And since, after Ma and her 4 kids, I would never have any more cats, I obviously put out extra food bowls for the tortie babes ASAP. Then I built them a shelter…. Oh…D’oh… That’s 7. Plus Flodder = 8!

In October 2013 Flodder’s age and medical history finally caught up with him. He had finally gotten used to the idea of Ma’s Tribe moving from the old caravan into HIS house – my little cabin.

For 5 months he enjoyed the company. Ma couldn’t show it, but she was scared of him. Flodder was a big boy. BIG. And her kids showed Flodder a lot of respect, too. He enjoyed that. They didn’t know he could hardly run anymore. For moments every day they made him  feel strong. And feared. And young. This may ‘sound’ strange, but I KNOW he died a ‘happier’ cat than he would have had we never noticed Ma’s eyes in the dark. And here’s the crazy teary part: Ma, her kids and the tortie sisters Miss Shaggy and NemesisCat hate the cat carrier. Usually they run and stay away for hours if I as much as thought ‘cat carrier’. They remembered their vet trips all too well.

And when I prepared the cat carrier for Flodder’s final journey to the vet’s, nobody else was in sight. As I turned to pick up Flodder and turned again to softly place him into the carrier for that last trip, all 7 cats of the Tribe were suddenly there. Sitting quietly on and around the plastic box. They stayed until I closed the little door, and for the first time in 12 years Flodder purred in that stupid carrier…

Flodder (OTRB 2014)

Minima

Stripey

Cappy

Flakey

Still there?

The very day I made the last ever vet appointment for Flodder a little tuxedo boy walked into my kitchen.

I was on my knees cleaning up the Tribe’s post breakfast mess, and Newb just climbs onto my legs. At first I thought it was Ma’s son Flakey. Even as I could see Flakey outside the kitchen, I thought, hey, it must be Flakey… It wasn’t. Newb’s the new Number 8.

Combining my resources with Ma’s resourcefulness… well, what can I say? The most interesting, most fun, and thrilling difficulty I ever experienced. A smooth ride? Nope. But every single day since that New Year’s eve I have learned something new, about them and about myself and the world.

I also met great new ‘friends’ on Twitter.

So… If you ever feel like your heart cannot take the pain of losing another soul, don’t say “never again”… Put out a bowl of food instead.

PS: If you enjoy the @TribeOfMa on Twitter, please take a moment and visit this

YouCaring Fundraiser Page

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To Jan #DadOfMa: special big thx from Hugi and #HugiDad for sharing all your beautiful photos with us, you are one of the best !

(copyright all pics in this blogpost by  , all used with her permission here, please respect this! )

#HugiMeows #1

#HugiMeows #1 will be should have been the name of my (hopefully) regular column here on this blog.

I hope to get it done once per week (if time permits). for more see below ..

But then during the week  we got a very sad message: our very good friend Benji went OTRB saturday 11th of July 2015. So i will have to include him here.

https://twitter.com/BenjiCoolCat/status/621309177231765504

 I know Benji cat since he started his twitter account about a year, i think i was one of his first followers, I think, did not check. Our thoughts are with his Mum and his family now, i think a lot of our friends will never forget Benji. May our Benji friend rest in peace #RIPBenji  !

RIP my friend Benji

It’s been a lot of work since we started this blog .. and now is the time to think and write about experiences, comments and some plans and ideas for the future.

Me is happy, that we found some readers and i really like the idea of guest blogposts here. Since i was asked: we will have a #how-to-guest-blogpost soon. Some friends are helping with the blog .. so we get a team together (if you want to help/support, u can leave a comment or DM me on Twitter).

sad Hugo

We are not completely happy with the visual blog design .. maybe we will have do some experiments with it, so don’t be surprised then.

About our publishing scheme: we will try to have  a guest blogpost per week, one blogpost by me (about one of my topics .. see below) and/or a #Hugimeows like this.Do not ask me about the day, we have a software publishing scheme .. it is ready, when it is done;)

Items on our write-about list include:

• news from our local shelter
• cat/animal photography
• Lady Minky and me

and a series about twitter anipal communities.

What is/are

• #WLF
• #ZSHQ
• #TheAviators

and more – and their history.

And a list of twitter friends, who are missing/missed arm.

Events on Twitter:

#TheAviators quarterly OTRB flights took place yesterday

18 JULY is all about the OTRB anipals #TheAviators two Tribute Missions. OPEN PUBLIC INVITE: http://blog.theaviatorsclub.org 

YOU DO NOT have to be #TheAviators club member to participate Quarterly OTRB , Read blog, feel welcome. http://wp.me/p4jivZ-kt 

#BBOT tribute will be

Hi dear pals. #TributeRide is always last Toosday of monff. Next is July 28th. 4PM ET 9PM UK

via @FreshOtis

Our shelter cat Martin is still waiting for a foreverhome, Hugodad visited him and his buddies again this friday.

Shelter cat: Martin

That’s it for this week

Your Hugo

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(copyright all pics in this blogpost by my HugoDad , please respect this! )

MightyMo #foreverhome

We have our next guest post here!

Alex did a long (email) interview (and some chat) the the staff of our old twitter friend MightyMolasses.

Seems he used the same method to be adopted as evil Hugi (without the love bite part 😉

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MightyMo Worked His Magic on a Shelter Volunteer

MightyMo kitten

MightyMo, the handsome tuxie who graces the pages of Twitter along with so many others, has a story that brought him unexpectedly home with a volunteer at his shelter. Wait … unexpectedly? Let’s be honest — MightyMo worked his magic on his now-human who only wanted contact with animals, not necessarily to have one of her own again. But Mo won that battle!

The story begins in July, 2013 when MightyMo’s human Jo began volunteering as a cat socializer at the Humane Society of Silicon Valley (HSSV) in California. While volunteers are discouraged from adopting right away, she was quickly smitten with siblings Marbles and Molasses. Marbles was a black cat with a thin streak of white down her belly, and Molasses (later shortened to Mo) was a tuxedo cat. They were three months old then.

Jo hoped they would be adopted together, but Marbles went to a home as a companion animal for a miniature French poodle. It was sad to see Molasses alone, but apparently it didn’t bother him much at all. Mo was placed with two other kittens, one of which became ill, so all three were taken out of the adoption section and into the Pet Hospital to make sure they wouldn’t all become sick.

MightyMo

MightyMo

It all worked out fine in the end, but while he was isolated with the others, Jo kept thinking of Molasses. She visited occasionally to see how they were doing. “Happily, none of them developed any serious illness, and eventually they were once again made available for adoption,” she said. By this time it was well into fall, and she’d known Mo now for four months. Thinking it over, Jo came to a decision.

“In early October 2013 I realized I could not let all three go. I made one last trip to visit knowing that I was going to pick one and let the others go to other forever homes,” she remembers. “I spent time with all three kittens and realized that my heart belonged to Molasses. I took him home the next day.”

What was MightyMo like when he went to his furever home? “He’s normally got a very sweet disposition, but he gives me “love bites” (nips) when I’m not paying him sufficient attention. He also believes I’m his personal play toy,” said Jo. (Doesn’t that sound familiar!)

MightyMo

“He uses me as a launching/landing pad when jumping from the headboard to the other end of the bed. He likes to sit as close to my face as possible. He combines the two if he wants me awake immediately,” she adds. “One of his favorite tricks at the moment is knocking his water bowl over and getting me as wet as possible.” Tuxedo cats do have their personality quirks, don’t they? But we love them all the more because of it.

Jo’s favourite things about Mo are his purr and willingness to cuddle. “He makes bread pretty readily. He can also entertain himself. He taught himself to fetch..it’s a favorite game of his,” said Jo. He keeps his toys under my dresser and I can hear his nails on the bedroom floor as he bats various toys out from under the furniture.” That’s not always an enjoyable time, she added.

MightyMo

The name “MightyMo” conjures up an image of a superpower cat. How he got his name is much simpler and heart-warming, though. “The shelter named him Molasses. I shortened it to Mo. ‘Mighty’ got added when he started tweeting.” Jo said. “In creating a Twitter name for him, I kept thinking about a childhood cartoon character, Mighty Mouse.

“After adopting him, I learned that he’d been left at the shelter to be euthanized, reasons unknown,” she continued.  “HSSV took care of Mo and his sister until they could be placed for adoption. I also realized how much he brought to my life. By saving him, he saved me. I thought that was a ‘mighty’ big accomplishment … thus Mighty Mo.”

MightyMo

Mo’s favourite toys are AngryBird toys, but he also enjoys drinking straws, small balls, and wands. “Anything he can play fetch with,” said Jo.  “He’s getting pickier about food, but loves Temptations (Dreamies). Sometimes he likes a little cheese. Right now he likes cantaloupe. He thinks he likes anything I’m eating, but usually sniffs and walks away.”

Like any cat, Mo has his quirks. Despite having scratch posts readily available, he prefers woven baskets and an old upholstered bed to keep those claws sharp!  During the day, he loves to sleep, zoom, and eat. “He demands attention when I’m home…and when he’s in the mood.”

Mo sleeps anywhere he pleases. “I think he spends most of the night in the living room. He has a bed with me and he does spend at least part of the night with me. He also serves as an alarm clock. Feed me!” laughed Jo.

MightyMo

Like so many adoption stories, Mo’s was a combination of someone not intending to adopt, a cat wrapping its paws around their heart anyway, and getting his own way (in the form of the human he picked out) in the end.

Find MightMo on Twitter at @MightyMolasses

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I have to say a big thank you to Alex for the Interview work. She is a real good helper (assistant) here with the blog. Next blogpost will be a #HugiMeows with some words about the blogging experience , a FAQ and some ideas for the future.

(copyright all pics in this blogpost by @MightyMolasses , all used with her permission here, please respect this! )

 

 

The Cat Who Loves Breaking Things

In a previous blogpost we talked about #Unfug, but this Guest blogpost from Alex is hilarious.

It is again about George, he is a real master of destruction (and i like him;)

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In previous guest blogs, I’ve talked about George’s rescue, his adoption by my father, and how he came to live with me. This post will talk about how George breaks things. Like, constantly.

George had a five-week transition from living with my dad to living with Molly and me. Dad stayed so George would think by the end that he was already “home.” That strategy worked.

The very first day he lived here, my dad and I were sitting in the living room and I heard a crash from the kitchen. I hurried in and found my coffee mug had been knocked to the floor and shattered. It did not escape me that the saying on the mug was “When I Die The Dog Gets Everything.” Back then I wasn’t used to taking pictures of his damage so I can’t prove it but I recently posted a photo of two mugs: one said Meow and the newly-broken one said Woof. They were exactly the same size and shape. What that showed me with the first mug he broke and that one is that not only is George destructive, he can read as well. (MOL).

End of dog Mug

Later that day, he knocked a glass to the floor from beside the sink. “I told you not to leave anything out where he can get it,” said Dad. “No you didn’t tell me that,” I replied. “Well, don’t leave anything around where he can get it.” Hmmm, Dad, what are you keeping from me?

I asked how many things of HIS George had broken before he moved here and on to my younger sister’s five weeks later. “Nothing. He didn’t break anything.” So dad, I said “Why are you telling me not to leave anything out where he can get it, then?” His eyes shifted from me to George and back to me. “He never did this at my place. It seemed like common sense to tell you that.”

George planning #unfug

Not many weeks later, I called Dad to tell him George had broken the lamp in his room here. “What on earth? He never did that sort of thing when I had him.” I called BS on dad, because in the same period of time, I’d lost pretty much every drinking glass and a couple of small vases. “He didn’t just START breaking things when he came here!” I said. “Well, I don’t know what he’s doing,” Dad lied.

Here’s George’s tally as of June 6 (yes, I am aware that’s also the anniversary of D-Day).

1. One laptop. He jumped at me from behind, his feet landing on the oversized monitor. It snapped back and broke the power socket. It’s still not fixed.

2. Four lamps. On the second lamp-busting I was able to photograph it while it was happening. Or, at least, the planning session. Yes, George strategizes. He looks something over, up and down, side to side, and goes away and thinks about it. Because I was there, he waited until the next day to break it. For confirmation of this, ask @Smiglilley, to whom I sent the photos as I took them. The next lamp was the replacement lamp in my dad’s room. The third was in my bedroom, and it’s still not working. The first was a small decorative lamp WAY UP HIGH.

RIP lamp 1

3. One tablet, and three glass screens on tablets. He accomplishes this by coming out of nowhere while I’m sitting with the tablet, and head-bumping it from my hand onto the hardwood floors. My whole house except the bathroom is hardwood. The bathroom is ceramic, so don’t suggest I only use the tablet in there. When he broke the first tablet and I replaced it, I got the insurance that gives me two free glass screen replacements. It needs it already but I also got the screen protector so at least glass chips aren’t cutting my finger tips.  I will wait until November (2-year warranty) if I can, then the following October for the second replacement screen, because yes, it will happen again.

4. Unless it’s behind cabinet doors, George has broken all of my glassware and a few mugs. The glassware has been replaced by plastic. I got pictures of him trying to break the tumbler at the bathroom sink, knocking it down, realizing it didn’t break, and whirling on me to confront my unmitigated fall to  exchanging it with plastic.

RIP lamp 2

5. Two cat food bowls and one dog food bowl. I feed George higher up so the dog doesn’t eat his food, due to George grazing on his kibble all day long. One day I heard a crash, and came out to find he’d knocked his food dish off the counter. I replaced it with a very heavy ceramic one I thought he couldn’t wreck. The crash of  THAT kibble bowl made it land on the dog’s bowl below, and both were shattered.

6. Various and sundry toiletries in the bathroom somehow end up out of my great-grandmother’s coal scuttle or a toiletries bowl I have, knocked onto the floor.

Bathroom

damn .. didn´t break

7. Molly’s bottle of Cod Liver Oil capsules. She gets two capsules a day to keep her skin and fur smooth because she has normally dry skin. It was a PLASTIC bottle. He knocked it off the table and the plastic lid snapped off, spilling fish oil capsules everywhere, By the time I’d picked them up, Molly had eaten maybe 1/2 of a new bottle of 100. My house was NOT a pleasant smelling place for two days afterwards. Have you ever smelled fish oil farts from a dog?

I’ll leave it at that, but you get the picture. His absolute greatest joy is breaking things. The noisier the better and he sits waiting for me to come see his handiwork. While the greatest expenses have been lamps and electronics, George doesn’t care what it costs. If a $1 glass makes as much noise as a $200 tablet, he’s happy.

I am sure that George is “acting out.” I am also sure he broke things at my dad’s place even though dad won’t admit it. This didn’t just start here. I suspect this may have something to do with George’s front claws being removed at his abusive previous home setting. So if he can’t shred any longer, he can at least maneuver and knock things over, and make things crash.

I’d love some feedback on why you think George does such things, and whether I’ll ever be able to drink from a goblet made of glass again.

well done George .. we love you 😉

UPDATE: The day before I wrote this post, George had tipped a lampshade to where it rested on the lightbulb, and it burned a hole. I guess the lamp was ruined for him then, because last night, June 11, he added that lamp to his score card and it landed on the floor, shattering.

On Twitter, I am @AlexandraLSmit2

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Well that was George ..

(copyright all pics in this blogpost by Alex, all pics used with her permission here, please respect this!

Since i can not give you the rights to use pics from guest authors, you will have to ask first, before you can do a crossposts of our blog posts.)

In this blog pipeline:

Some words about our blog team .. the start of a series about cat photography, more about our animal shelter cats and more guest posts ( Hint ( MightyMo, TribeOfMa, …?)

Have a mice day

Your Hugi

 

 

 

my life with Chan

Hugi here, we have another guest blogpost today, but it is about a very sad event.

Chan, the loved Cat of our friend @FFlauschkatze went OTRB recently. She asked me, if she could write about him on our Blog. so here is his story .. #sadHugo

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Friday the 19^th June 2015 died my lovely cat Chan with 16 years old, sudden and without any sign of sickness.

Today is it one week ago and I still mourn so badly, although I has a new cat partner by my side (Maggie 2 years old).

Therefore I wanna tell Chan’s Story today; from Chan and his siblings.

Chan

In July 1999, so 16 years ago, I adopted Chand and his twin brother Jackie from the town shelter. Actually I wanted adopt again a cat from shelter. Since a while I wanted a British Shorthair Cat buying, but the arrogance of the rare breeder in the county deterred me.

 

Well it was a very sunny day and I drove to the shelter, in a shabby house in a industrial area of my town.I wasn’t very happy, but full of yearning.A short breathing and I stepped into the house. It was dark and stuffy in it, but a friendly smiling ame to me and ask me what I want.Fast I explain that I want sibling cats, best babies.

So we searched for, but all babies were promised and the free ones were to small for adoption.So I was ready for leave the shelter house, BUT SUDDENLY I saw two tuxie cats sleeping at a chair in the entrance area. I was at once in love.The both cuddled with each other. Whenever I was caress the both they sniff at my hand and fingers and purr.

Chan

It was just a second decision to adopt the both. With that I learned that Chan and his twin brother as the were lil babies were find in front of a trash cane in a box and rescued by people they brought them to the shelter. Since this moment the both were the mascot of the shelter. Nevertheless I was able to adopt.

 

As I brought the both to my home they was band with me very strong. The doctor said the both were about 4 month old to this moment. After one year, they was now a part of my family, my parents and my friends loved them much, I let castrate the both. Short after that they began to be competitors to each other. Jackie hit Chan often and sometime I found the both as they growl at each other. It was very hard for us three, in particular that I was often at work in a town 90km far away.

 

Someday Jackie left us. He vanished. I was devasted, but Chan gave me all love I need. Years come and go and we moved in another town together, Chans stays by my side all time. He was older, so like me, and quiet. Again I moved mack in the area I lived before. And here I met Jackie again. That’s now 6 years ago.

The cat lived in a rest home in the neighborhood. That was great and it seems that Jacky (his name was now Bobele) was very happy.

Chan and Jackie lived now side by side and loved each other again. But after that they came back to their home. Jackie in the rest home to the old people and Chan to me. 4 years ago Jackie died cuz of cancer. I was very sad, but he wasn’t really my cat anymore. For some reason I thought that Chan would never die. He was health and looked so young like always.

Chan

Then came the night before he left me forever. In last month he changed in character and physical, he was thinner and deaf. Often he slept more than he was awake or he cuddles heavy with me, so as he wanted let me alone. I was worried about that, so I brought him to the doctor. She said all is fine with Chan. He is health, but old and the deaf and the kidney problems he have were normal.

Well, that was two weeks before. Thursday the 18^th July I let Chan out and I said like always “By Baby, I love you. Be careful.” And closed the door. Hours later my neighbor ringbelled at my door and said Chan is dead.

#RIPChan

When I look back to all these years we were together, I will never miss those days. Never. We gone through sickness and healthy , bad days and good days, but nothing of these I wanna miss. Chan was a huge part of my life and I am so happy that I stepped into the shelter house in July 16 years ago.

I will always love you Chan.

Regards, your Claudia alias @FFlauschkatze

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Claudia is a very talented artist btw. ! She made (among others) some very nice drawings of our friends George and MightyMo. (maybe i can add these pictures here later)

(copyright all pics in this blogpost by @FFlauschkatze , all used with her permission here, please respect this! )

Next guest blogpost will be George #3 , the #unfug cat aka “Master of destruction” (i like him;) .

Have a mice #caturday

Your Hugi