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RIP Fizzy – Our Little VIP

Fizzy2Fizzy died at home yesterday. She was nearly 13 – a great age! Last Friday Fizzy wasn’t at all well and very quickly became quite weak. Our vet couldn’t diagnose exactly what the problem was there and then, prescribed some medication and wanted to see her again within a few days. Fizzy ate a little ham on Saturday but was having difficulty keeping anything down. Over the weekend she didn’t improve and by Monday it wasn’t looking good. We really don’t think she was in pain, maybe a bit uncomfortable. She wasn’t able to eat properly again. My Mom was on duty around the clock [Fizzy lived with her] and with a heavy heart told me that she didn’t think Fizzy would make it. An hour before she was due to go back to the vet, Fizzy let out a cry and breathed her last. Mom was with her, stroking her fur and talking to her. She left a voicemail for our vet a while later to let him know Fizzy hadn’t made it and he rang back within minutes to sympathise, as he’s that type of vet.

Fizzy was a lovely cat, had her funny little ways, the things she did that none of out other cats ever did, things she liked and things she didn’t. Fizzy loved being stroked between her shoulder blades. She loved- and was quite smug about having – her own chair in the sitting room, complete with fleecy blanket. She was a real little rufty tufty and although small, well able to chase away cats and dogs that had strayed onto her patch! Fizzy loved sitting in sunbeams in the bathroom and was partial to roast lamb and pork and white cheese, not red cheddar but white cheddar although she was still happy to get her ears ruffled and a handful of Go-Cat. She also gave Molly short shrift if she got too close, Molly the Boldie would tip her tail, wanting Fizzy to join in and play – Fizzy was the matriarch, the boss, well able for Molly’s antics and only one of them ever gave in and walked away with her tail between her legs. Fizzy was in awe of the real boss though – she’d sit for hours on my Mom’s knee, just staring up at her, quite content. They also used to have breakfast in bed together – I know! – Fizzy would toddle in from  garage and both of them would wait for Dad to bring up breakfast, Fizzy polishing off any milk Mom hadn’t put on her cornflakes! 

It’s funny how attached you get, how attached we as a family have got to numerous pets over the years. And we wouldn’t be without them.

There Will Be…

… a FULL update and proper introduction to The Tinys when they arrive. And once they get their mani pedis and decide between the Louis Vuitton Feline Throw and the more recession friendly Cath Kidson ginham one [hey, they still have standards!] to place their very pampered bottoms on, they’ll be ready for their photoshoot.. hopefully.

Now, as a collective, they are The Tinys – Molly & Fizzy are ‘The Smalls’ [even if Molly the Monster is currently as big as a King Charles] and they now have half nieces and a half nephew, The Teeny Tinys. In the next few days The Teeny Tinys are due to be taken indoors, hand reared and good homes found for them, as what my sis has done with The Tinys. If you haven’t worked this out, the growing brood stems from a feral cat that more or less lives in my sister’s garden. We would love to be able to neuter this cat but our vet has advised us that due to the danger that feral cats pose [and this one is very vicious!], he won’t go near them, no vet will,  not even to attempt a long range dart process and knock them out for the operation. It’s a tricky situation.

Let’s have another pic! This time a good old action one! Missy [mainly black] is on the left and Pinky [yes she’s white, but look at her ears!] is on the right. Meow indeed!

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Molly is 1!

A year ago the cutest little thing, that can also be the most darned terror we’ve ever met was born – our lives would never be the same again. You think I’m joking or exaggerating? Eh, no way!

Let me take you back. After a long illness our elderly lady died. No one would ever replace her and her character lives on in many a story. The time came to think about making everyone happy again. Fizzy was lonely and we were just plain sad.

‘What about getting a kitten?’, I said to my sister. ‘A kitttteeennnn! Just think! A brand new kitten!’

‘Oooohhh, I’d love a new kitten. But it wouldn’t be the same.’

‘I know but.. everyone’s sad. Not to replace the elderly lady, just a happy new addition to the family?’

‘Ok, let’s get one’

The Pet Shop had kittens and Parents were on holiday. Two things that were going in our favour. And all of a sudden, the little girl kitten was ‘on hold’ until my sister could collect her the following day. I would be stuck in work for the week, only able to get properly in on the act at the weekend.

‘What about ‘Molly’? Molly is a dotey name!’

‘We’ll see’.

‘OMG! O.M.G. I’ve just seen the picture of her. O.M.G. She is gorgeous!

‘WHHAAATTT? You’re on speaker, driving. We have her! Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! Sorry, Oh Jesus. Is she ok? I’ll slow down at the next.. Whhaattt? Yeah! Whhaaat. Hang On’

‘Hi GK. Yep. No. She’s fine. Ooohh sshhhii.. Hang on little one! Are ye ok? Sorry, another corner and every time cos she’s standing up in the box, well, when there’s a corner she kind of topples back into the box! Oh it’s hilarious!’

‘But what do you think? Like, what do you think about ‘Molly’?’

‘Well! Do you know what? We were just saying, weren’t we? We were just saying that she soo is a ‘Molly’. Really. Suits her perfectly!’

Molly spent a fantastic few days with her foster parents, my sis  and her boyf. She had food, attention and toys galore! Pictures were taken, videos were recorded…

Excitement doesn’t describe me before I got to finally meet this furry little thing that I’d heard so much about. When I arrived to my sis’ place, Molly was asleep. On their bed. In like the middle of this huge double bed that seemed to swallow her up. I poked her awake – well, you have to! Well, ok, I had to! I wanted to see her eyes, I wanted her to see me. And when she woke with a bit of a start, I picked her up and cuddled her, told her I loved her and told her that I was so glad to meet her.

There were tears before, during and after the official exchange. Kudos to Molly’s foster parents tho, she knew she was onto a winner – and sure they’re round in my parents all the time. She knows that they’re part of the gang.

There was fascination, intrepidation, hissing, spitting and plain out WTF when it came for Molly to meet her Auntie Fizzy. But the law was laid down and Molly took her place as the cheeky one who underneath it knows who’s boss. 

There was the shock of the introduction when my parents came back from hols – but this is too nice a story to spoil it with the screaming, shouting, surprise and war cries of ‘I wasn’t expecting to come home to a kitten! Kittens are hard work!’, so let’s move on.

To what tho? Perhaps the truth and the fact that at this stage, Molly is no longer ‘little’ [her absolute dedication to eating as much as possible is testament to this!] but she’s a big part of this family. The fact that we know her ways so well that she’s almost predictable – but being a feline, this is never taken for granted and the element of surprise is something she thrives on. The fact that she has the biggest eyes you’ll ever see on a cat. That she is the nosiest parker you’ll ever meet – if it exists, our Moll needs to know what it is. The way we all laugh when she insists on diving onto Dad’s paper when he’s trying to read, yet she couldn’t care less when he’s ‘just’ watching telly.

The way that she’s soo vocal! She chatters and chirps away as she plods around the house, becoming louder to let you know she’d like some more food, confirming that she knows there’s some around. The way that even when she catches and eats a fly or a spider, she manages to look super cute. Her absolute need to be in the thick of things, which can include standing on a worktop and peering over a chopping board, just to make sure she knows what’s going on. Maybe it’s the way that upon opening the front door, she’ll appear, announce that she has ‘stuff to do’ and after a quick spot check she’d like you to open the back door for her to resume her outdoor pottering and checking, thank you very much! Like the time she couldn’t find anything better so brought in a swatch of beige carpet, dropped it beside her bed and off out again she went. She loves getting brushed – she’ll even ‘turn around’ herself when one side is done enough. Don’t stand in her way if there’s a prawn on offer but she’ll hang back when it comes to mushrooms or melted chocolate ice cream [she prefers vanilla]. When she achieves world domination, she’ll acknowledge the part that ‘Go-Cat’ had to play. Her friends the Fish-on-a-String, the yokes with the bells and her mouse friend full of catnip will get prime positions. And when she’s tie tie and needs her sleep, she knows where she’ll always have a bed and most likely saved bits of chicken from that day’s roast dinner. And she’ll purr. And she’ll let us know that she loves being in our house. And when she falls asleep, we’ll remind her of how great she is.

cat-with-hatApologies for the total cr*p quality on the video – I don’t know why it slowed down by like 100 times when I put it up. And just to say, we, or my sister found Molly’s doppelganger – on a greetings card! Much smaller eyes than our Moll and less black fur around the mouth, but with the same grumpy face that every little kid is prone to from time to time!

Who Are the People in Your Neighbourhood?

Well, I for one don’t know the people in my neighbourhood. I know a lot of people that prop up the bar in my local, but that’s different. I don’t know any of the people that live in similar three storey redbrick Georgian houses either side of me and I don’t know those that live across the road either. But, I know quite a few of the lovely furry neighbours that I have!

I live on the top floor of the house with a great view for anyone with a predilection for curtain twitching and being a wide, long street just off the main thoroughfare means that there are always people walking by. But what I like best is watching little dogs all happy and smiley, tails nearly wagged off with glee as THEY walk by my window. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, I’ll bump into Spike on one of his walks. Spike was rehomed and taken in by a guy I know after his first owners really didn’t look after him properly. Spike is a cute but overweight Jack Russell that is a bit nervous and shy around people. So, although we’re not best friends yet, I know Spike wants to be my friend. Quite often when I’m on my way to HQ I’ll meet the big black and white cat that lives nearby – we’re very good friends! I’ll say ‘Hello’, she’ll meow back at me. I’ll scratch her ear and she’ll purr. I’ll tell her I’m on my way to the pub and she’ll say ‘Suit yourself, seeya’… very similar to the chats I have with the little tortoiseshell cat that also lives on that road. The little tortie is a pet! She’s quiet but affectionate and prefers under her chin scratched to her ear but when it comes down to it she’ll take anything thats going. Continue reading

We Need Stuff Too..

World Animal Week is over for another year but as we all know, pets aren’t just for Christmas, our entertainment or for being mean to. Each year I love buying a pin for World Animal Week, choosing exactly which one I want [this year I got a grey & white striped cat] and I must have 8 or 9 of them stuck up on a cupboard by now! And it’s great that Pedigree and Whiskas chip in each year by donating food to the different SPCA’s around the country.

This is a scary time of year for a lot of animals, what with little brats [I’d gladly string up] throwing bangers all over the place. It’s Molly’s first Hallow’een and last night when one went off nearby she was big scared, I can tell you. No animal should ever be scared or lonely or hungry or sick God Damn It! You can contribute at any time to the ISPCA, the t-shirts, pins, Christmas cards etc on offer are well worth buying and totally cute! Fur Rocks!


Name: Molly Small

Nickname: Small

Name when bold [what’s bold?]: Mollyyelittlebrat

I live: With my bed teddies in Glitter’s Mom’s utility room

Current collar: Green background, white daisies, two bells for loudness

Current Job: Studying for Proficiency badges in Jumping & Sleeping


I like: My bed, food, playing with Auntie Fizzy, catching and eating flies, sneaking food from plates, getting warm on the tumble drier, sitting on Glitter’s Dad’s newspaper while he’s doing the crossword, getting extra food, sleeping on Glitter’s knee when I’m tie-tie

I don’t like: Being hungry, the dark, rain, when Auntie Fizzy doesn’t want to play, Auntie Fizzy always gets fed first   
Most Proud of: My collection of feathers, I have 5 beside my bed at the moment!


Name: Fizzy Little

Nickname: Fizzles

Name when bold [oh the shame]: Ohfizzyyouknowbetterthanthat

I live: In my toasty igloo in Glitter’s Mom’s garage

Current collar: Navy blue with silver and blue sparkly centre, two bells for loudness

Current Job: Sentry Duty on Glitter’s Mom’s wall with particular focus on keeping mouses away  



I like: Stretching out, Glitter’s Mom’s roast dinners, my missing canine makes me look hard, showing that whippersnapper Molly who’s boss, sunbeams of heat, having MY chair in the TV room, sneaking into the room I’m not supposed to go into

I don’t like: When that whippersnapper Molly thinks my tail is for playing with, any of those feckin eejit, furry guys that think they can come onto my territory, being annoyed while sleeping, going to bed late, own brand food

Most Proud of: I can tell when roast meat is in the oven and that Molly wan can’t