Amazing Felix!

This time last year was very sad. I'd been looking after 16 year old brothers, Oscar and Felix for a couple of years, and I turned up one day to find that Oscar had passed away. It wasn't a bad age, and he'd had a lovely life, but all the same, it's very upsetting. It was fortunate that that day I was fairly quiet, so was able to re-organise things, and stayed with Felix all day until his mum was able to get back from where she was working in London.

Poor Felix was very clingy, didn't understand what had happened, and was very distressed. He soaked up all the Reiki from my hands and heart and we used Bach Flowers to help him too.

The next few days, his mum worked from home and the two of them just spent all their time almost stuck to each other - they both needed healing from the other one. One day Kath had to go back to work in London, so I resumed coming to take care of Felix. We made changes to his schedule - as he was on his own, I'd stay for long visits, which we both got to love.

While Oscar had been around they'd both been quiet cats, and used to spend a lot of time together, even grooming each other after 16 years! They'd often both try to squeeze onto my lap at the same time (and they're not small cats!), but really they were just happy with each other's company.

But we started to notice changes in Felix after the first couple of months. And this has gone on and on, and a year later, it's like he's a different cat. He now has lots of toys that he runs around after like a kitten, and is very talkative and interactive. Some days he's a little quieter, but others he's very lively. Out of the two brothers he was always the most extrovert, but not very - whereas now he's extremely outgoing and friendly.

It's almost like he's come out of his shell, or Oscar's shadow. I'm sure he missed his brother at first, and I did worry for a while how he'd cope. But I really didn't need to. And now at the grand old age of 17, he's doing brilliantly!! Love you Felix!!

PS - I do have pictures somewhere! When I find one I'll add it to the top of this post.

Dylan comes to stay

I'd often thought that Bella might want a playmate - she's very interactive, talks a lot and is into everything. I'd thought now and again that she got a little lonely or bored while I was out seeing other cats. So, every now and then I'd think "does Bella need a little friend?". This was difficult, as she's also a bit of a princess, and had got used to having me to herself for over 4 years.

She'd also not shown too much affection with other cats that came around, until Henry started visiting, and more recently Jussi from across the road. She'd happily tolerate both cats in the garden, and would even roll over on her back in front of them. She was still a little nervous though, as, if they got too close they'd get a warning hiss. But I'd started to think, perhaps......

Still wasn't thinking about this particularly seriously though, until one day at Animals in Distress I met a lovely boy kitten, about 4-5 months old. Now, I must have picked up and cuddled hundreds of cats in the time I've been visiting, and now and again, I'd wonder if any of them could come home to stay with us. But not until I held this little boy did I feel that any of them could be the one.

He felt very gentle, with lovely soft energy, and I found the words "I'd be good for Bella" floating around in my head somewhere. I trusted my intuition on this. I knew that if I thought for too long I'd talk myself out of it. I realised that there was a huge risk this might not work, but if I didn't try, I'd never know.

So, Dylan came home to live with us a few days later - now about 3 months ago. He lived in a little puppy pen in the corner of the lounge for a little while, so that Bella could get used to him, and he had somewhere of his own to feel safe. Every now and again I'd take him out for cuddles, and let Bella sniff him.

On that first day, when Bella first saw him, she was most unimpressed! I picked up thoughts of "what's that doing there?". She was clearly very upset and confused, so I needed to be sure I spent lots of time with her reassuring her over the next few weeks. I knew that this would all take time - as long as it needed to - this is something that can't be hurried. And I knew that I could either help or hinder the process. Patience was needed from me, as well as making sure my energy was always helpful for both of them. There were times that Bella was so upset I was in tears too! We've got through loads of Feliway, and Bach Flowers have been enormously helpful too.

She's a bright and intelligent girl, and I could tell she was trying to learn to deal with this. There were times she was genuinely interested, and there were thaws, even though the next day it often felt like we'd retreated a couple of steps again.

After a few weeks - when I knew it felt right - I started to let Dylan out of the pen to find his way around the house. The first time, he chased Bella up the stairs! Since then he's not stopped chasing her, and somehow the little gentle being I first met seems to have completely disappeared. Then, I'd leave him out all day, even when I was out, but he'd go back in the pen to sleep at night, until eventually I judged it was right to do away with it all together.

So far, it's been tough at times, certainly fun at others, as well as both interesting and challenging. Now and again, if I'm honest I do still get the odd day where I wonder whether I did the right thing. But they are mostly getting on very well now - it's lovely to see them both fast asleep on chairs next to each other in the kitchen, and now and again they'll touch noses. As long as he's being well behaved and quiet Bella does seem really happy to have him around. And he idolises her! Which is probably why he doesn't leave her alone. And of course, despite the fact that he's now bigger than she is, he is still only 8-9 months old - I'm sure that he'll calm down as he grows up.