Orang Utan
Psychick Worrier Ov Geyoor
Malcolm really is a stately rodent
Can you believe that her original owners were going to farm her out for rescue?!?!?Nigel is so beautiful I love that white smudge on her nose.
Can you believe that her original owners were going to farm her out for rescue?!?!?
Ahhhh, I was on fieldwork up North, and on outreach with various drug workers / offender managers.How did you acquire her again? Remind me of her antecedents.
Then the bloke got arrested for assaulting his partner, she got sectioned following the assault, she escaped from the ward, called the worker and said she no longer wanted the cat.Then to client’s house. Met him on the doorstep. Has a young kitten.
Recently got a dog. I felt uncomfortable with me and [worker] both standing, with the client standing in a corner of the room. I tried several times to find a less... unified front... way of standing, or to get myself out of the picture. And ended up sitting on the floor with the kitten, whilst [worker] took the sofa and the client sat.
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The dog has been got partly for protection ([worker] is not sure whether or not there’s a delusional element to client's [diagnosed mental illness]
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[worker] proceeded to ask a fair few questions... suggested getting rid of the cat, due to a new dog. Client said they might be shifting the cat, but it has to be [female partner']s decision. If they choose to, they’ll offload it to [female partner']s mum as a first call.
Also talked a bit about alcohol use, I think, but damn that kitten was lovely. It chirruped when it purred.
Our Jangles was a stray, too. She arrived one night and then used to pop back. We bought food for her and fed her and she used to sort of come and go as she pleased. She got a lot fatter, we tried to kid ourselves it was the food we were giving her, not babies. I studiously tried to ignore how her belly would squirm around when she slept. One morning I go down to feed her to hear her crying outside the front door (very unusual). In she trots, purring her arse off and trying to nuzzle in to the curtains and blankets on the sofa and anywhere dark looking. Then she looks at me incredibly pitifully, and her belly contracts. Oh shit, I think, she is now giving birth. I fly up the stairs and tell the wife to stop fucking sleeping because the cat is giving birth and we don't have anywhere suitable for her to do it. The wife jumps into action, hurriedly sorts out the spare room and manically starts to carve up cardboard boxes to act as a den. We rescue poor distressed labour cat from under our bed, as kittens under the bed we do not want. I leave for placement while the wife watches the magic of new life as three little fluffballs plop out.
After that, we decided to take her in properly. We kept her in while the kittens were with us, found homes for them and kept her in until we got her done so she wouldn't get up the duff again and now she's ours.
What my field notes don't mention is that she'd walked straight up to me, draped herself over my ankles (whilst I sat cross-legged), and THEN begun chirruping / hyper-purring whilst I stroked her
Poor babies are so bored. Mr s has been home all week but has been laying the lounge floor so they've been neglected.
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