Share a photo of your pet and tell us one thing that makes them uniquely them.
This is Dolly. I had to share several pictures because I’m always photographing the pets, particularly Dolly because she stays still the most. We saw her online at the RSPCA and I knew straight away. So we got in the car and called them on the way. Can we come to see Dolly? Yes, when would you like to come. Is now alright, we’re outside? Experience has taught me that when you know it’s your cat you have to go for it. She was a gregarious little cat that first day. Barely a year old and already had a litter of kittens. She came out of her enclosure and strutted up and down the walkway saying hello to all the other cats. Now she does that here. We’re a tucked away little lane of four 18th Century cottages and in the morning I hear her go out of the cat flap and visit each house in turn. Saying good morning to the neighbours as they start their day.
She’s now progressed to visiting them. Especially in summer when doors and windows are open. It’s weird enough that she sleeps in our bathroom sink, but I know the neighbour was shocked to find her sleeping in theirs when he went to the loo in the night. She pops up onto their porch and slips through the open window and sleeps with their daughter too.
She is an absolute gannet when it comes to food. We feed her twice a day, but have had to reduce it as she also eats elsewhere. Once when we returned from holiday we were greeted by an elderly man who lives just over our garden fence in another cottage. He was very anxious that we should come and collect our pregnant cat. I assured him she wasn’t pregnant, just fat and he told us he didn’t mind her being there but she’d taken over their conservatory and ‘mother’ was getting worried she might give birth. He went scurrying back to fetch her and about ten minutes later he reappeared with Dolly laid in his arms like a baby. We’ve found out since he calls her Madame La Blanc and feeds her from time to time. This is a much more flattering name than Fat Bird or Fat Girl that she gets at home. Our neighbours call her Chonk and Fatso, but if I hear them I message and say ‘stop fat shaming my cat.” They adore her and send us videos of her trying to catch pigeons with very little success.
We noticed one winter that she’d stopped sitting with us in the evening. Nights were drawing in and we had the log burner in so we were very surprised that she wasn’t warming her tummy. One Saturday night a week later the neighbours sent us a picture of her laid in front of their open fire watching Strictly. It became a habit and at the end of the show she asks to be let out again and is usually home before that week’s eliminated celebrity has finished their final dance. I wouldn’t mind but we’re watching the same thing. As soon as the series is over she’s back home again on Saturdays.
Every morning, after breakfast she comes upstairs and arranges herself on my lap in bed. My other half starts work early so he feeds them and lets Dolly upstairs when he brings my breakfast – in bed, every morning for eight years. I got a good one. She will never lie on the bed or even my left leg. It has to be the right leg or nothing at all. I’m not allowed to move. I will rub her head whether I like it or not. She will fling an iPad out of my hand if I’m not paying attention.
This is where she waits for visitors, delivery drivers, the postie. Everyone must pay the toll of a head rub before passing through.
She likes to be enclosed. I bought a wicker tray to sit on the footstool but it only took a week for Dolly to commandeer it and now it’s her bed. She will push everything out of her path to get comfy.
Every so often she has a mad burst of energy and runs up a tree or onto the garage roof. She is remarkably sprightly for a large cat, unfortunately she has a similar penchant for the Christmas tree and has to have supervised access.
Most of the time she’s my companion. She’s usually next to me when I’m reading, indoors and outdoors. When I run a bath I hear her thundering up the stairs to the bathroom and she leaps into the sink. While I read in the bath she sleeps there as if we’re two besties on a spa weekend. When it’s hot she likes me to run the tap and soak her in cool water. She’s also a fan hogger, making sure she’s at the right angle for the most benefit. She hates it when I wear slidy satin pyjamas because she slips off me in bed. She’s our little peacekeeper, trying to calm relations between our male cat Max and our new addition Minka. She is very adept at keeping the dog in check too. We don’t know what we’d do without this massive ray of sunshine in our lives. She’s such a big personality and I’m so glad we found her.
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