On Dec 30, 1:21*pm, wrote:


Sweet story! I didn't know their history.

I did make for some problems when we got them- they'd spent their
first 8 weeks in a garden shed and being indoors fascinated them-all
these strange things to look at- even something like a bed, which most
kittens take for granted was a source of awe and wonder to them! they
spent about a week exploring every nook and cranny (including some
that nearly gave me grey hairs!)

I loved the day we got them through, I had to collect them from the
other side of London so there I am armed with a carrier to collect 2
kittens who'd been taken from their mum and siblings that morning then
put in a car and carted to an office where the nice lady (Belinda) had
managed to get an unoccupied office with a lockable door so she could
let them out.

So their future meowmie arrives and Belinda lets her and one of the
other secretaries who wanted to see the kittens in- one kitten (named
a few days later as Dunzi) immediately ran to the other secretary and
started meeping frantically as if to say "PLEASE! Don't let the mad
looking woman with the box take me away!" but the madwoman with the
box was having no mercy and kitten found herself inside carrier. The
other kitten (Sarsi) seeing this wedged herself quite firmly into the
cardboard box they'd been transported in and I had to almost turn the
box upside down to get her out and she demonstrated her early
potential for evil by drawing blood in the process. Belinda, who did
not know much about cats was horrified at this and asked if I wanted
her to give her this kitten back and she'd get her husband to bring
the other female. Meanwhile I just dabbed it with a tissue and
expressed the opinion "You wait til we get home" as I loaded the
struggling kitten into the carrier (Funny that we did in the end,
nearly take the other female but Belinda decided to keep her and she
crossed the Bridge after a tragic accident when she was only 5 months
old- If I'd swoped Sarsi for the other female...I just realised Sarsi
used one of her lives up there!)

So I get on the bus and both kittens seem alert and none too worried
about this strange change in their lives but we had yet to face 40
minutes on the Central Line! Noisy, smelly etc and these poor little
kittens had until a few hours ago only known a quiet shed- I was a bit
worried about taking them on it!

3 stops down the line they stopped moving and I thought the shock must
have killed them! I looked in the carrier and they were both settling
down for a sleep....

At this moment, for some reason the train shook and there was a loud
squealing noise as if the train wasn't properly on the rail (if anyone
knows why this happens, please tell me, it scares the Hell out of me)
and Sarsi jumped up, looking worried, Dunzi (I wish I'd had a camera
handy) plonked a paw on Sarsi's neck and started to wash her! It was
so sweet!

Then they went to sleep and showed no sign of movement until I was at
our front door

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs