Monday, 7 November 2016

Black cat tales...

It was at this time of year, back in 2008, that I was adopted by Tamba, that golden eyed, velvety soft, little cat that I encountered in the streets of Alhaurin. I never imagined that she would be with me for seven years and that she would introduce me to the adventure of raising a lively litter of little black kittens. She hovered around our doorstep for several months and it was only at the end of February that I finally took her into the house… and just in time, as she produced a litter of four kittens that very night.

Tamba's gone now, but two of the kittens, Teddi and Tobi are still with me. I can hardly believe that they're seven years old and are beginning to get some grey hairs - evidence of their growing into the season of being "senior" cats. Tamba must have been only around nine years old when she died, not a long life for a cat, but at least the last seven years of her life were good ones.

Until recently, it was looking as if Teddi would not outlive his mother's nine years, having been diagnosed this year with an over active thyroid gland and failing kidney function. But in an unexpected turn of events, he's made a sudden and seemingly miraculous improvement. (See post below this one.) Perhaps Tobi and Teddi will both live longer than Tamba after all.