Shibella a British Shorthair, Her Blog Post

 I was hoping for an email from some of the nice cats I met at the Cat Shelter but no news yet. It was my twelfth birthday on 9th February and everyone forget because of the Big Move. I have been promised a big party next year.

 Here I am being good and making use of my scratching post.

 I have been told this is my favourite toy. Do not believe this nonsense. I have been trying to get rid of this green thing since Christmas. I toss it around, hide it behind furniture but it always turns up again.

 This is my 'run to' box if I get nervous about anything and that green thing has even followed me here.

 Here I am in my courtyard admiring-or trying to- the few tame plants out here. Still no complaints from me as I do have safe outdoor space I can't get out of. A bit like prison but that would be unkind to say.

 Sometimes I sleep on the bed as it keeps HER happy. Note SHE still has the Diamond Jubilee Doona cover. SHE has two you know. One on and one in the wash. I should mention the Jubilee was four years ago so get over it but SHE is so nice to me I don't want to hurt HER feelings.

 Sometimes I sleep on the lounge watched over by a Corgi. What's his story I wonder?

Here I am just after my birthday. You might notice I look a bit different in the later photos. Because I refused to be combed or brushed I was all knotted up and had to go to the Vet. Have all my fur shaved off under full anesthetic. When I got home again I felt much better and much cooler. I still don't like being groomed so now there is talk of regular appointments at the Cat Groomer.
Well those unkind cats at Cat Protection Newtown who said I was too old to find a good home must be sorry now as I think I got the best home of all.
Must go now as SHE is heading toward the kitchen and I could do with another feed.