Monday, 11 June 2007


Hello, I'm Blackie. This is my second visit to Haworth Cat Rescue, and I thought that bloggers would like to hear my story.

I used to live with my owner. We were very happy together and then one day, sadly, he died. I was devastated, and didn't know what would happen to me. Luckily, his family were very kind and understanding, and knowing how much he had loved me, they wanted to ensure that I had a good future. So they asked Haworth Cat Rescue to help, and eventually brought me to the rehoming centre. I was a bit grumpy at first and didn't let anyone stroke me for a couple of days, but after a while I realised that they aren't too bad here, and I relented.

But it's a weird place - no armchairs, no fires to warm my tummy, no television!! I'm glad places like Haworth Cat Rescue exist, but if I could make one teensy weensy wish, it would be that my previous owner had arranged for someone to take me in the event of his death. That way, there would be no need for me to be stressed and uncertain in the rescue centre. All he would have had to do would have been to ask amongst his friends and relatives to find someone suitable to take me should anything happen to him, and then put a large prominent note in his house and another with his papers. Maybe readers of this blog will do this in his memory - if you have a pet, a cat or a dog, or even a goldfish, ask your friends until you find a suitable home. If you have more than one pet, arrange homes for each one. Don't leave it to your relations - they will be sad enough without having to worry about your pets - and if you have unkind relations, they may even dump your pets rather than try and find them a good home.

So, back to my story. After ten days or so, Haworth Cat Rescue found me a lovely home with a young couple. Again, I was a bit stressed and grumped a lot at first, but my new owners worked with Haworth Cat Rescue and gradually I settled.

I did notice that one of my new owners cried every time he saw me. At first I thought it was just pure emotion - the joy of having me come to live with him - but then I heard him on the phone to the doctor, and realised that in fact he was allergic to me. He tried for a month but became more and more poorly, and so, with the greatest of sadness, had no option but to bring me back. It wasn't his fault - he had had cats before and hadn't had such a bad reaction, but sadly these things happen.

So, here I am again, still a bit grumpy, but I expect I'll calm down in a day or so. Maybe soon a new owner will come and choose me, and I'll go off again - hopefully for good this time.

Bye for now, love Blackie xxxxx