We had just moved into a flat together around September 2009, and I was dying for a kitten to make the home complete. We didn’t even have all of our furniture in or anything, but I was adamant that a kitten was essential. With this in mind on 30th October 2009 my very kind and thoughtful partner Eleanor had gone out to the town centre while I had some friends over. When she arrived home she was not empty handed. She had in her hand a white cardboard box with a cute but ugly little kitten inside. An all black kitten just as I had always wanted. I was over the moon.
He was 8 weeks old, and was quite a little lanky thing with huge ears and bright yellow/green eyes. She had purchased the whole starter kit for kittens which consisted of cat litter try, litter, cat feeding bowls, kitten milk, kitten food, toys & a blanket.
That night our new little fella slept in the big bed with his new mummy’s and was good as gold. The next day our new addition still had no name. Eleanor and I were raking our brains trying to think of something, cute, but cool. We were on Eleanor’s I-phone on the internet looking at popular names, all of them I didn’t like, things like sooty, fluffy, patch and socks… I just don’t like ‘pet names’, I like real names, like human names. Then BOOM she mentioned ‘Diesel?’ I immediately loved the name and that’s what we called him.
The ever so cute and at the same time ugly bundle of fun soon became a cause for concern. We had planned this night out on Halloween for some time to my friends, and I was very dubious of leaving the new addition – Diesel. Eleanor assured me he would be fine, and leaving him for a few hours on the night would do him the world of good to explore and get used to being alone knowing we both worked full time. I was still a little worried as Diesel had not been to his litter tray for anything other than a little wee and had hardly ate anything. But we got ready, left down 4 bowls, one with water, one with milk, one with kitten biscuits and one with kitten meat. I was hoping and praying that when we got back from this party he would have been eating and been to his litter.
When we returned he was ecstatic to see us. He had eaten lots of food and drank lots of milk, and… he had been to his litter. Such a good little boy. We were so happy.
Afternoon guys, I have set this blog up for all those cat lovers of the world to enjoy. I have some funny, cute and interesting stories that only the cat lovers like myself will appreciate.
Let me introduce you to my 3 little cats:
- Firstly we have ‘Diesel’ a British shorthaired all black (with secret chocolate brown stripes) male. He is the oldest at nearly 3 years old.
- Then we have ‘Angel’ a white and blue bi colour female Ragdoll. She is the youngest at only 8 months old.
- And lastly we have ‘Dior’ a white and brown British shorthaired tabby who sadly is no longer with us. She was 9 months old when she passed.
Let me also introduce you to:
We used to have a dog called ‘Isaac’ for a short period of time, he was a pure Staffordshire bull terrier, black and brindle in colour, he will appear in some of the pictures / videos which I post on here and there will be some stories that involve him. Isaac was re homed due to work commitments to a lovely family by the sea side.
I am just getting started so keep checking out It’s a Pussy Cats Life for some great stories, funny and cute pictures and videos.