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By Bob Bevan
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Just had another example of why getting your cat microchipped is so important.

My wife took a call this morning about an old stray who had turned up in a village near us about a week ago. We popped over with a trap which the people who called us had agreed to set and keep an eye on. About an hour ago we got a call to say the cat was caught so we went and picked it up. As soon as we got it home my wife scanned the cat and found a chip. Tapping the number in to the website showed the cat was missing for 3 weeks from a home about a mile from where she was found. A quick call to the owner to give her the good news, then my wife was off again to reunite the grateful, tearful owner with the cat.

We get a number of such happy endings each year so the chips do work (and no, I do not have shares in a chip company :) ).

Cheers

Bob
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By ArchaicRider
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stevelup wrote:In celebration of this, have a couple of these:-

<snip>lovely photos</snip>

This is Dexter the Maine Coon who is, believe it or not, just eight months old and already weighs 5.4kg. He is going to be a monster.


I've always wanted Maine Coons, so that I could pretend I had a small 'big' cat, if you know what I mean! :)

However, I started to worry about whether an appropriately sized cat flap would be so big it may as well be a door!

Besides, before getting too far along that thought path, Mrs AR had already found Red & Magnus and the die was cast, not that I regret these two of course!

AR
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By eltonioni
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These are Yorkshire Fighting Cats from an abandoned litter. When we first saw them as 6 wk kittens the ginger tom was halfway up the Cat's Protection League lady's curtains and his jelica brother was egging him on. On the left is (Tilly) Morrison (of Bridlington Spa) and Nixie (Plonx of Bridlington High Street) is on the right.
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Don't let their sleepy demeanor kid you.


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The Doberman that Nixie is giving evils is their best friend. They drew blood on every every other dog that's crossed the threshold, usually in a pincer movement with a distraction technique thrown in before a charge, a leap, and a full claw slash across the chops.
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By The Other Ian
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This thread appeared a couple of weeks too late for me. About nine years ago, we were adopted by next door’s little ginger and white kitten called Garfield who seemed to prefer our house to the one full of noisy young kids.

About a year later they were due to move and we asked what they intended to do with the cat. They said they would keep ‘him’ and move to the other end of town. We pointed out that Garfield was, in fact, female - and pregnant.

Cutting a long story short, we ended up keeping Garfield and the only female kitten of the litter. We tried changing her name to something more feminine, but she would only answer to ‘Garfield. She eventually became ‘Garfie’ which, to her, obviously sounded the same.

Eight years on, a couple of weeks ago, Garfie went off her food and lost a little bit of weight. A trip to the vet revealed she was in acute kidney failure. Rather than let her suffer prolonged, distressing and ineffective treatment, Garfie left us peacefully being held and comforted.

I’ve lost pets before, but this one hit me quite hard. Rather than select rescue animals like in the past, this one chose us and decided we were worthy to be her servants. The comfort is that we had eight years with the friendliest, most beautiful and scruffy cat I have known.

We still have her daughter, more of whom later. But this post is dedicated to the wonderful Garfie.
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By Korenwolf
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We've had two gingers, both of whom went before their time...proper characters, the pair of them. Marmalade would go visiting the neighbours for Sunday lunch, and Oscar once broke another one's cat flap getting in to find food :roll:

Your lovely girl looks like Tigger, who isn't ours but lives in the street by our allotment. His people are on holiday at the moment, so he's decided to adopt us for a week -

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