Kipper the dog nothing ever happens4/30/2023 ![]() After moving everything else, I went back to the cabin with the carrier and a bowl of food hoping to find Melchett. On the day we moved we took all our belongings as well as Baldrick and Miggins to the bungalow. A few days before the move, Melchett stopped visiting and we did not see him once before we moved and we thought we would not get a chance to take him with us. I started putting his food bowl inside a cat carrier so that he would get used to going inside it. As the weeks passed up to the move, I spent every evening on the verandah with Melchett as he gradually became more used to us. There was a garage in which we would be able to keep Melchett while he became accustomed to his new location. ![]() We managed to find a bungalow on a cul-de-sac with woodland behind it and open fields to one side. We didn’t know whether we would be able to take Melchett with us, and we didn’t want to leave him behind. If I picked up my camera he would hide as if he was used to someone throwing things at him, and if I tried to walk past him he would cower as if he was used to being kicked.Īt this point, we had just buried Meg, Miggins had only just moved in and Melchett was still just on the night shift so this was a bit of a shock. It was the start of a long cold winter and it looked like I would be spending many evenings outside before Melchett started to trust us. If I tried to stroke him he would lash out, but if I left him in peace he would settle down with me on the sofa. As the evenings gradually became colder I would sit on the sofa with a blanket over me, and Melchett started to lie on the blanket on top of me. He would arrive for dinner each evening and then sit next to me on the sofa. We had to think of a name for our new visitor, and as we name all our cats after characters from the TV series “Blackadder”, he became Melchett. We nicknamed them “the day shift” and “the night shift”, as they seemed to change over so that they were never on the verandah together. Miggins would occupy the verandah during the day, and our new visitor would move in in the evening after Miggins had gone to bed under the cabin. He tucked in but kept one eye on me to make sure I wasn’t up to no good At first, he was wary, as he had heard stories about “crazy cat ladies”, but he was fairly sure that I didn’t fit at least one of those words. Of course, I obliged, as we always have spare food available for anyone in need of a meal. ![]() ![]() At first sight, he seemed almost portly, but I soon realized he had a very broad chest but was thin around the waist, and was obviously hoping for food. He was a little shy, after all, he had no idea what sort of reception he would receive. I carefully opened the sliding door and went out to greet our visitor. The cabin was built on stilts on a riverbank, with a covered verandah at the back overlooking the river, and this visitor sat on the verandah staring in at us and our resident cats, Baldrick and Meg. Miggins” the resident feral, so we realized we had a new visitor. However, this face was younger and considerably more male than “Mrs. This was not as dramatic as it sounds, as we had recently moved into a log cabin that had a feral cat living underneath who often appeared at the door waiting to be fed. ![]()
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