Dave's Big Adventure......& Mine.
Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:26 pm
Dave's Big Adventure.
Well, Dave turned out to be a very good traveller, thank goodness.
Came the fateful evening and, after weeks of trying to get into my nieces house and being turfed out again, he was very reluctant to come inside when we wanted him to. He was terrified, poor boy. He yowled at the door, and when I went to pick him up, he bolted through the cat flap and ran into next doors garden.
However, I enticed him back with the promise of food, grabbed him and while my niece held the carrier, I managed, to the accompaniment of yowls, grows and struggles, to stuff him, head first into the basket. (Which I had lined with newspaper, a blanket and sprayed with Feliway)
The Feliway worked, as, after a few mournful cries in the car, he was so quiet and still on the station platform and on the train. I kept talking to him and, once aboard the train, I chose a seat near the coach door and placed Dave in the window seat while I sat on the aisle seat.
His carrier was also covered with a towel to make him feel even more secure and to hide other passengers.
All the way through Stowmarket and Diss, he was quiet and such a good boy. But, about 5minutes from Norwich, he began to meow quietly as if to say, 'Enough of this already, I want to get out now'.
My friend was waiting for me at Norwich and, he was still quietly mewing, so I placed his carrier on my knee in the car and we got to my house about ten fifteen.
He came out of his basket and slowly made his way around the downstairs rooms having a good old sniff, then went to hide behind the sofa.
He was there for about half an hour when he came out, had some food and sat on my knee while I watched a film. He slept with me that night as well.
It must be said that, it was a very different cat which emerged from the basket in Norwich to the one I knew in Ipswich. He is just a big softy and sooo affectionate and cuddly. He is a bit nervous of strangers, because when my friend and her 2yo come to visit, he hides behind the sofa. And he doesn't like loud or rumbly noises......or the postman. But, my word he loves his grub. I guess that's because he's been a stray and food has been in short supply before I came along.
I am so glad I took him home with me. The house doesn't feel so empty any more. I have a friend to curl up with, look after, nurture and talk to. Lol. And Dave has all the comforts of a home, the run of the house and regular meals. No more sleeping in the cold and wet.
I hated leaving him this evening. But my friend is popping round and he has an automatic feeder. However, that doesn't compensate for human company. So I cannot wait to go back home.
Now, my next horror is letting him out for the first time. 'Gulp' I'm not looking forward to that very much.
Well, Dave turned out to be a very good traveller, thank goodness.
Came the fateful evening and, after weeks of trying to get into my nieces house and being turfed out again, he was very reluctant to come inside when we wanted him to. He was terrified, poor boy. He yowled at the door, and when I went to pick him up, he bolted through the cat flap and ran into next doors garden.
However, I enticed him back with the promise of food, grabbed him and while my niece held the carrier, I managed, to the accompaniment of yowls, grows and struggles, to stuff him, head first into the basket. (Which I had lined with newspaper, a blanket and sprayed with Feliway)
The Feliway worked, as, after a few mournful cries in the car, he was so quiet and still on the station platform and on the train. I kept talking to him and, once aboard the train, I chose a seat near the coach door and placed Dave in the window seat while I sat on the aisle seat.
His carrier was also covered with a towel to make him feel even more secure and to hide other passengers.
All the way through Stowmarket and Diss, he was quiet and such a good boy. But, about 5minutes from Norwich, he began to meow quietly as if to say, 'Enough of this already, I want to get out now'.
My friend was waiting for me at Norwich and, he was still quietly mewing, so I placed his carrier on my knee in the car and we got to my house about ten fifteen.
He came out of his basket and slowly made his way around the downstairs rooms having a good old sniff, then went to hide behind the sofa.
He was there for about half an hour when he came out, had some food and sat on my knee while I watched a film. He slept with me that night as well.
It must be said that, it was a very different cat which emerged from the basket in Norwich to the one I knew in Ipswich. He is just a big softy and sooo affectionate and cuddly. He is a bit nervous of strangers, because when my friend and her 2yo come to visit, he hides behind the sofa. And he doesn't like loud or rumbly noises......or the postman. But, my word he loves his grub. I guess that's because he's been a stray and food has been in short supply before I came along.
I am so glad I took him home with me. The house doesn't feel so empty any more. I have a friend to curl up with, look after, nurture and talk to. Lol. And Dave has all the comforts of a home, the run of the house and regular meals. No more sleeping in the cold and wet.
I hated leaving him this evening. But my friend is popping round and he has an automatic feeder. However, that doesn't compensate for human company. So I cannot wait to go back home.
Now, my next horror is letting him out for the first time. 'Gulp' I'm not looking forward to that very much.
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