‘Angus me coat up, will ya?

‘Angus me coat up, will ya?

Pretty much every time I get a different colouring of cat through the door, they become my favourite. After Sid moved in, it was black cats.  “Oh, I have SUCH a soft spot for black cats!”  Then Freya arrived.  “Oh, I have a REAL soft spot for tabbies!”  Soft spot got softer with the arrival of Oscar.  Now, with The Girls, “Oh, I have MEGA soft spot for torties!”

…and gingers…

…and white cats with mis-matched eyes…

…and black and white cats….

Let’s face it, I’m SOFT!

But I’ve fostered a couple of tabbies now – as well as living with The Fiends – and I’m back to super-squishy softness for tabbies.  And this has gone into overdrive after meeting Angus recently.  He came to the branch as a stray….and, feeling is, he was dumped.  He was hungry and scabby but quickly recovered into pretty good shape…so he’d not been stray for that long.

And what an absolute DOTE!

He’d settled into Matt and Kirsty’s place – his fosterers – within half an hour and, oh my days, how friendly is this guy?!

I popped in over the weekend to feed n’ fuss him whilst Matt and Kirsty were away for an overnight.  This little dude is the CUTEST!  He’s a chunky chap with relatively short little legs so his whole appearance immediately makes you want to cuddle him.  And he just loves a tickle.  He kind of goes into overdrive dribbliness and can be a little bitey….but they’re those love-bitey bites.  The sort I get from Oscar after he’s licked my hand and arm for a few moments.

We’re not having much luck in getting him his new home at the moment tho’….and no idea why!

Look at that little face….well, it’s a big face, to be fair.  Big and round and chunky-licious!

I often wonder about the back story on stray cats.  We have no way of knowing what their previous situation was and can only imagine and speculate.  How did Oscar end up in a parking lot?  How did Sid start hanging around my neighbourhood (and pick me out as the softy)?  How did Angus end up stray?  Did he have a loving home?  Did they move and Angus got disorientated?  Lost?  With no chip, we’ve no way of finding that previous loving home.  Does he miss them?   Does he hope they’re coming back for him at some point?

Was it a marriage or relationship break-up?  Or having to move to new accommodation?  No place for the cat – just leave it.  That happens all too heartbreakingly often.  Or worse – drive it over to the next village, it’ll never find its way back.

Angus is way too affectionate and trusting to have been stray for very long.  He was looked after.  Could it have been a new baby that signalled his foced exit?  Worries about his nibbly-nibblyness?  I can’t get my head around someone having looking after him so well and then simply turning him out their home.

Anyhow….little nibbly, dribbly Angus needs a new home.  One that’ll love his little chunky tabbiness.  One that’ll love being loved by the friendly little chap.

Any takers?