The day has finally arrived. It's Mummycat's last day in the house. i'm not going to write much today, as I'm sad and the human has very runny eyes which she says makes it hard to type. I don't know how runny eyes mean your hands don't work, but I do know that peoples are strange things, so I take her at her word.
The human spoke to the people that we used to live with today on the phone, and it's all been arranged. Tomorrow Mummycat will go in a horrible new PTU (this is a Prisoner Transport Unit and is apparently the propper cat name for the silly peoples carriers that they put us in). This one is closed and doesn't have the wire on the doors. The human is hoping it will make Mummycat feel more secure when she has to go on the train because there's not as much visibility and she can hide better. Last time, Mummycat was so upset by the journey and the new place that she wouldn't eat, but she's hoping it will be different this time.
The human has spent a lot of time with her this evening. She says she's saying goodbye, but I'm starting to wonder if Mummycat is making her sick. Last time she came out of there, her eyes were running so bad that her whole face was wet, and she couldn't even breathe propperly. It was all short and uneven and when she spoke, it sounded like she had a cold. I haven't shouted at her for going either like I usually do. She thinks I know something's happening, and she knows Mummycat does, as she's been extra cuddly. I think that's a stupid thing to think. I don't think something's happening. I know it.I am hoping that Whicky puts the picture of Mummycat up that we sent him so that you can all see the reason for my beauty. She is a yummy mummy, and, in spite of me needing to be a worldly wise, growed up cat out from under her paw, I really am going to miss her a lot. She is my mummy, after all.
Human: Pardon for the sad tone of the blog tonight, but I just don't have the heart to be cheerful. Cindy is one of those very few cats who is able, in some inexplicable way, to touch the heart more than the average one. Perhaps it is because I've seen her go from a cat who always hides in a litter tray to one who, with a bit of coaxing, will come for a cuddle. When she cuddles, she gives her whole self to it and turns into a big floppy, soppy puddle of mush. I am going to miss her more than I can say. I'm so, so angry at breeders right now. How dare they keep cats in cattery conditions all of their lives. They have denied both of us the chance at a long, happy relationship because this little person never was given the chance as a youngster to snuggle and cuddle with humans outside of a cattery. She's destined to live out the rest of her life in those kinds of environments all because someone put money above the happiness of a cat. I hope those people don't sleep easy in their beds tonight. I hope they realise what they've done. The worst part is that I know they won't. They'll carry on churning out kittens and making cats like Cindy miserable and sad when they're offered the chance of a good, fulfilling life that every cat should have, and all because it brings in a bit of extra cash. Is anything worth that price?
Now before I really start ranting, I'm going to end the post. I have a cat to cuddle and a heart to mend. I'm sure tia will help with that. Cindy, extra cuddly, smooshy Cindy who's giving me headbutts where she never did before and purring fit to burst as soon as I go into the room, deserves all the snuggling I can get in tonight before she goes back to the life she certainly doesn't deserve. I'm only sorry that there couldn't be another way out. Unethical, money-driven breeders, I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!
