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Ginger – part 2

Wednesday, October 4th, 2017

Viewed-From-My-Window-Ginger--part-2I decided it was time our newest cat Ginger went out for a walk. Not sure how he would react outside, I picked him up and placed him on the grass. He never moved! He did not know what to do. Was he agoraphobic? Was the grass a reminder of being lost and alone after falling or jumping from the window of the upstairs flat? After a while I brought him back in. I decided that perhaps if he was on a harness it would be easier to encourage him to walk hoping he would enjoy the experience. Another day and suitably harnessed up, he did not want to know, but I persevered and managed to get just a few steps out of him. He lay in the long grass and surveyed the area. Buttercups, grass hoppers and butterflies, it was all new.

I felt reassured that at least he would not be running away, so the next day I took off the harness and hoped that would make a difference. I walked away, turned and called him to come. It took a while, but he did take a few steps, then a few more, but soon wanted to go back to the patio. Perseverance was the key and after a few days he was happy to follow me around the field garden and even tried to catch a moth hovering in the grass. Henry had decided to come with us, but then felt he needed a good run, so took off at high speed back to the patio. Ginger was mesmerised and was not quite sure what to do. It took just a moment or two, then he managed to summon up the courage and he also ran, at first slowly, then seemed to put on a spurt and ran as fast as he could across the grass, his long fluffy coat billowing against the wind. You could see the thrill and excitement in his face. He was so pleased with himself. This was obviously the very first time he had had a run in all his life, what a new experience! That was it, now he had to get outside every day and he would walk for a while and then just had to have a good run as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Now he had to be outside as much as possible. During the day he might sit on the grass just under the ‘dickie bird’ tree where we hang all the nuts and seeds and I have seen him jump high enough that he caught hold of the fat ball holder, but fortunately the birds had flown away. In the evening he will sit on the patio and watch the deer and even the badgers coming and going. He does not move and they do not mind him, oblivious to everything except the peanuts put out for them. Ginger is fascinated by everything outdoors, even the wind in his fur.

From 2am, Ginger would start scratching the door to go out and would continue to do so until we had had enough of it and let him out so we could get back to sleep, but fortunately it did not take too long for him to get into the routine that he has to sleep at night and is not let out until we get up. Now he spends all day outside exploring and he must walk miles. It did not take long before he decided sachets of cat food were very tasty, crunchy biscuits and his favourite meaty sticks and even a try of any other tasty morsels on offer, all go to make up a splendid varied diet..

Ginger has a new home, he is friendly with everyone and he has the freedom he craved, so hopefully no more jumping out of windows!


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.


Ginger – part 1

Monday, August 7th, 2017

Viewed-from-my-window-Ginger's-favourite-placeDid he fall or was this a risky jump for freedom? It was a long way down from the window of a first floor flat where this cat lived. He had never been outside the flat in all his life and would not have known how to find his way back. Six weeks later he was found hiding under a hedge looking forlorn, thin and a little scared, thankfully uninjured,

Time passed and he was now seven years old, but his owner had felt since his leap from the window that he was a cat that needed a better life and more freedom than she was able to give him so asked me if I would take him in. With so many cats to look after and with age creeping up fast I was concerned and a little bit reluctant to take on a domestic cat that did have a home already.

However I was concerned that he did not have the freedom he craved and seemed to live such a boring life cooped up all day, when he could be outside exploring, hunting rodents, nesting in the long grass, running, meeting other cats and animals, following scent trails and generally having fun, so of course I had to take him in.

We did not let him out straight away as we needed him to get used to us, and to get used to the other feline family members and hopefully to come when called. He needed to feel this was indeed his new home. Like most cats, at first he wanted to hide which he did under the duvet on my bed. A tempting array of cat food and biscuits was placed out for him but he would not eat any cat food, not even biscuits. He eventually decided all he wanted were meaty sticks, hand fed to him, not broken and left in a dish or on the bed.

We found the name of Garfield a bit cumbersome and seemed always to refer to him as ‘Ginger’, so the name stuck. A new name, a new home, it was appropriate. Very soon Ginger decided his favourite place to sleep was in the wash basin or in the bath, anywhere but in the lounge where the other cats were. He might have had feline friends at his previous home, but that did not mean he wanted to befriend any more. They tried to make him feel welcome, no one objected to him, they greeted him as best they could and tried to make him feel at home, but he was having none of it.

There was one big problem with our new cat which I was not made aware of before I took him in. He was a door scratcher! I had spent a lot of money on my doors, and door scratching did not go down well at all. I was beside myself worrying about how to deal with this problem. A scratching post was made up for him with a carpeted platform on the top and he did start to use this which curbed his door scratching just a little, but if he wanted to go out of a room, or into a room, he still scratched the door. Our doors are now all protected with aprons of hardboard suspended by strings hung on over-door hooks and tied around the doors. Not the prettiest home decoration I have to admit, but for the time being, it will have to do and at least they do protect the doors from any further damage from this door scratching cat.


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.


Lost: Babes in the Wood – part 2

Tuesday, June 6th, 2017

Viewed-from-my-wndow-Tinker-2Our little rescued kitten Tinker had been pregnant twice, but we had not seen any sign of the kittens, and four days after the second litter was born we found her in the middle of the road, she had been killed. We called the RSPCA and told them a mother cat is has been killed and the kittens are now 4 days old and we do not know for certain where they are. No one came, no one ‘phoned me back. We were on our own and had to find the kittens. We cleared the undergrowth near to the storm drain and armed with a torch shone it into the storm drain…..it was full of cobwebs and no sign of the kittens. If they had been there, the cobwebs would have been brushed away with the activity. Now what? Where could they be?

Armed with loppers to cut low branches and undergrowth we searched along the adjoining property looking and listening as we went trying to find the kittens. Time was not on our side, they would die if we did not find them. Over the other side of the road was a woodland. The ground was always under water in the winter, and remained boggy for the rest of the year and not a suitable place to have kittens, but Tinker was killed crossing the road, so maybe they would be there?

I went into the house adjoining this woodland and told them my predicament asking them to keep an eye out for the kittens, especially as the first litter was now 3 months old and should be asking for food. We looked along the road for any sign of a track that Tinker may have made if she was constantly coming and going, but nothing! Absolutely nothing! No sign at all that she had been over the road to this woodland. Now what could we do? We were at a loss and we went home, heavy hearted. We felt we had tried our best.

Now we had to bury our little beautiful Tinker and shed the inevitable tear. We set a cat trap at the place where Tinker would come for food in the hope that the first litter of kittens would soon be hungry and may follow their mother’s tracks to find food. There has been no sign of them, they are lost, maybe in the woods, or the wooded undergrowth, but now we will never know. We felt we had lost not just Tinker, but possibly six kittens as well! We were devastated, but honestly felt we had done all that we could.

Monday the RSPCA called back, we explained to a different inspector the problem and she said that Tinker had probably lost her first litter, that is why she got pregnant again so soon and now the only thing we could do was listen for the babies as they would cry very loudly asking for Mum to feed them. Sunday night had seen heavy rain and these poor kittens would have been cold and wet as well as hungry and would now surely die. We walked the undergrowth again and listened. We needed it to be extremely quiet, but because of the speeding traffic and the calling birds, we heard nothing and saw nothing. We had to accept that they were all certainly lost to us. Heartbroken we wrote Tinker’s epitaph on her gravestone in our little graveyard, which reads – ‘Dear Little Tinker, Forever a Free Spirit.’


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.


Lost: Babes in the Wood – part 1

Friday, April 7th, 2017

Viewed-from-my-windowTinkerIt was another cold and frosty morning when through the field glasses we spotted a bundle in the hedge at the far end of the field garden. The bundle was obviously covered in an icy blanket if the glistening of ice crystals was to be believed. Further investigation was needed.

It became clear that the bundle was in fact a cat curled up under the hedge with no shelter. This was soon to be rectified with a large barrel stuffed with hay which was then supported with chicken wire and with a further hay bed inserted for comfort. Polythene was secured over the open end of the barrel and a hole cut for an entrance. This barrel was then placed under the hedge not far from where the cat was sleeping. Of course on approach he ran away, but was soon back and took possession of his new home immediately.

Twice a day we placed food and water near to the entrance of the barrel, and it was devoured with enthusiasm and on occasions he was brave enough to come closer and eat the left over cat food on the grass as well, he was very hungry. A few weeks later and the cat had decided to move closer to the house. There was another hay barrel already nearby and he took possession.

One wet and miserable day, the cat looked so sad. We could see he had part of his ear missing, as well as being wet, dirty, bedraggled and obviously ill. We knew we had to catch him and take him to the Vet. This we achieved and the Vet gave him suitable medication, but we now realized he had to be cared for more intensely. He moved into the barn and into our large 8ft x 12ft cage with all the comforts that could be bestowed on him, including his own arm chair, cosy bed, food, water and toilet facilities. We also gave him a heater to be sure he would not be cold as he had suffered enough.

We knew he was not going to live for long, but we could not comfort him, he hissed and panicked if we got too close, so we just did the best we could until his time came. We called him ‘Hissing Syd’, which of course soon became affectionately ‘Sydney’.


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.


Bobby – part 3

Monday, February 13th, 2017
7 stories Jan 2016 photosAfter Bobby’s second course of antibiotics, his wound had still not healed so we had a choice, either he had to undergo surgery to see if it was a tumour that was the basic cause or yet another course of treatment with antibiotics. We opted for the second option, although the Vet was reluctant.
Bobby has settled in so well and has befriended Billy, and Bobby has even sneaked into Billy’s bed for a cuddle. He has now decided that he has to walk with me around the house, not just with me, but rubbing up against my leg following my every footstep like a well trained dog at ‘Crufts’. The problem is he then starts weaving between my feet and I am in danger of tripping over him, so I have to walk with my eyes down to prevent accidents. Every so often I have to stop and give him a rub and a stroke, he so wants to be loved and purrs in appreciation.

In the evening now he has taken to being a kitten and plays with ‘ratty’ a well worn furry toy which is jumped on from a great height, then thrown and chased. How lovely to see him so happy that he can just play! I did the right thing in taking him in and I am sure he will enjoy the rest of his life with me.

His further 2 week course of antibiotics did not complete the healing process of his abscess and so after 5 weeks with us, he was set to have another operation to remove the lump on his back and stitch up the wound which had remained open. Much of the surrounding tissue was also removed just in case the lump proved to be cancerous or tubercular, and the tissue was then sent away for analysis. We paid the £220 bill and brought him home. On his return he was a bit wobbly on his feet for a while, but then it was as if nothing had happened. In fact from then on he was like a coiled spring and was running around and jumping and playing the fool. It was lovely to watch him have so much fun.

Bobby is now a lap cat and we are the best of friends. This was the same cat that had given me such a lashing with his claws just a few weeks ago. Feral cats are just cats that have been unfortunate in their lives and not know any love, but give them that love and they can be altogether different. I am so pleased I took him in.

Ten days later and the 14 stitches needed to come out, but Bobby was no trouble, and I held him close while they were removed, not a murmur or a twitch from Bobby. The Vet said that his lump had been analysed and found to be a very rare and difficult fungal infection. He had done the right thing by cutting away the surrounding tissue as well as the lump and he hoped he had got all the tissue that had been affected as the return of the fungus would need long term treatment which may not necessarily be successful, so we now just hope for the best.

It is so rewarding to see the change in him and to know we have helped him. He is now happy with us and is certainly part of the family. I think he is the most loving feral cat that I have ever encountered. Dear Bobby, we love you so much!


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.


Bobby – part 2

Sunday, November 13th, 2016
bobby-part-2We had taken Bobby in as we had been informed that he needed Veterinary care for a large abscess on his back. He was found to be ‘intact’ by the Vet, but was not neutered when under anaesthetic for his abscess as the Vet had not sought my permission, so he was due for another visit for his next operation. I was now concerned that the trust I had built up with him would be undone when I needed to pick him again for his next visit to the Vet but I needn’t have worried,  I was allowed to pick him up with no argument and no need for a blanket this time. He did not lash out with his sharp claws and there was no noise of protest. The Vet was concerned that his wound had not healed as well as it should so I was instructed to give him 2 antibiotic pills every morning for seven days.

On his return he was desperate for food. I had allowed him plenty of food the day before, but had stopped all food overnight so he was now very hungry. This cat eats every bowl of food as if it would be his last meal, so now he had to catch up! He was pleased to see me and I was again able to pick him up and place him into the large cage without incident. I stroked him and rubbed him and gave him a kiss and much to my surprise, he purred in appreciation! He had not taken a grudge against me for his latest visit to the Vet, he was happy to be home and to see a friendly face. He did not want me to leave him so I stayed with him until he seemed settled.

It was only 10 days since he came to us, an abandoned, timid, defensive, suffering and no doubt a scared little cat, but now he was purring and begging to be stroked and kissed. What a dramatic change… “See what a little love can do?”

The next morning as instructed I had to give him 2 pills. I would normally just pick up a cat, hold him like a baby, open his mouth and put the pills in, problem solved, but in this instance, I did not wish to upset him, so decided I would give him some sardines and hide the pills in that. Fortunately they were very small pills and true to his habit of scoffing his food, he ate the sardines and did not even notice the pills, so they went down as prescribed.

I decided to leave the cage door open as he seemed so good and see if he would venture out. He didn’t, however very early in the morning, or should I say, very late in the night, we heard crashing and banging. He had decided to come out and explore but had managed to knock a vase from the windowsill, as well as a Pyrex dish left on the kitchen worktop. Both had fallen and smashed, so the place was in chaos. I found Bobby hiding behind the clock on the windowsill but before I could reach for him he made his own way back to his cage and retreated to his ‘cave’. He felt safer in his ‘hidey-hole’, but how he managed to jump down from the worktop and move across the kitchen floor which was absolutely covered with broken glass and not injure himself, I do not know, but he seemed OK and was soon back to asking to be cuddled and he was even purring!


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.


Bobby – part 1

Monday, October 3rd, 2016

viewed-from-bobby-1Abandoned and uncared for, this little cat was begging for food and came every night at dusk in the hope of finding someone to feed him. He was lucky, and found the food he so desperately needed, eating as much as four packets of food mixed with biscuits every night.

This continued for a few weeks when a large lump was noticed on his back. This lump became bigger and after two weeks it was weeping. This cat needed Veterinary care but with no owner to care for him this was a problem. Feeding a feral or abandoned cat was one thing, taking on full responsibility including Veterinary care was quite another. A telephone call to me and I could see no option but that I should take this cat in, and take him to the Vet for treatment. This was not achieved without incident as picking him up to place him into a cage left me with several deep lacerations from his sharp claws, but then with the aid of a blanket wrapped around him I did manage to get him into the cage. Feral cats are not aggressive, but are defensive with new experiences and being handled was obviously something he was not used to.

The Vet confirmed that it was a large, deep and old abscess which needed to be lanced under anaesthetic, the cat was also found to have an infestation of ear-mites, so treatment was given for these and for the usual fleas and worms. A long acting antibiotic was administered and later I collected him from the Vet and paid the £100 bill for his treatment. I could not see an animal suffer and surely I could find room for one more?

On his return from the Vet, food was provided but he refused all food at first, which is normal after anaesthetic, he just wanted to be left alone. We left him in peace to recover and he settled down. We decided to give him the name of ‘Bobby’ and hoped that he would in time be a companion to Billy who was still confined to the house after his amputation.

Bobby did not seem to want to go onto the cat bed provided so after a couple of days this was exchanged for the pyramid style bed or ‘cave’ as we call it, and he quickly took possession. Like all feral, timid cats he needed somewhere to hide!

Barely a week had passed and all we had heard so far from Bobby was growling and hissing, he had forgotten how to meow and he probably had never had an occasion to purr, but suddenly, after a lot of patient attention, stroking and rubbing, he finally stopped growling and started to meow for attention and food. He would come out of his little cave when he saw me, he was now standing up and we touched noses, he rubbed his cheek against my cheek and I rubbed him around his head and neck and also his tummy, he lifted his leg to make sure I could reach! He was so happy and I was not allowed to stop. Bobby was recovering from his abscess which had started to heal and he obviously felt a lot better.


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.


Sooty Part 2: Seeing Double & Triple!

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2016

Viewed-From-My-Window-Sooty-part-2Sooty, the new black cat we eventually managed to catch after being concerned for the appearance of his coat and his weight loss, had his castration which was paid for by the RSPCA. I expected to have a large bill for either dental treatment, antibiotics or blood tests to determine the cause of his weight loss and when the Vet gave him a clean bill of health with nothing further to pay – I was surprised. I took him home and placed him in the large cage we have for the purpose. I was still concerned for his skin condition and decided to give him a good shampoo and try and clean him up a bit. This was a feral cat and I was uncertain as to his reaction to such treatment, but he was as good as gold and did not even flinch. I then gave him a flea and worm treatment, a good brush, a stroke and a cuddle and held him in my arms. He loved every minute of it and certainly did not complain, instead he was purring.

We kept him for a few days in the big cage and gave him lots of attention, but then decided he was fit and well, washed and brushed, de-flea’d and wormed, there was really no reason to keep him caged any longer and we let him go.

At first we kept an eye on him through the security camera, then he started to come regularly to the back door and even into the kitchen for food and would eat 41/2 packets of food at any one time. He was now very friendly and decided to move into the house with some of the other cats. He is so much at home, playing with toys like a kitten and teasing the other cats. We no longer have to call him in, he is no longer feral, just a house cat that goes out from time to time on a hunting trip or just to walk around. Now I have another lap cat. Tammy used to sit on my lap, but was ousted by Henry, but he has now been ousted by my three legged friend Billy, although he is so big he just leans his head on my lap. But then Chloe wants to sit on my lap and when Jason decides to come in, he thinks he can sit on my lap as well. It is a good thing there is just room for two and a half felines, although Chloe often has to sit across my chest and on to my shoulder, but now Sooty wants his turn. It all gets a bit crowded and those that are pushed further away I still have to reach over and stroke! Occasionally someone gets cross and lashed out and everyone moves off in a flurry, but not for long and it all starts again.

When we managed to isolate Sooty into the barn to try and catch him I noticed another black cat in the car park and at first I thought Sooty had escaped, but I have now seen all three of them, Blackie, Sooty and this new feral cat, who may of course be related to Sooty. I decide to call this new cat Jazz, don’t ask me why, it was just a name that came to me. Jazz is larger than Sooty, a lovely shiny coat, definitely a male and also very timid. He looks well and is well fed, so we shall leave him in peace to come and go as he pleases keeping an eye on him through the ‘spy-cam’. We do see him sometimes in the greenhouse, but he is still very timid and runs and hides behind a large pot housing a tree.


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.


Sooty (part 1)

Tuesday, June 7th, 2016

Viewed-From-My-Window-SootyThe ‘spy-cam’ has proved time and again to be very useful in determining who is coming to dinner in the barn. We already have a black cat we call Blackie, but when she goes into the barn for food, she is always accompanied by Jason, so who was this other black cat who came on its own?

Later we would see an occasional glimpse of him at the back door eating from the food bowls left out there for the cats. We called him ‘Sooty’. Looking at the size of him I would estimate him to be about one year old. He was very timid and would run away if he saw us.

I set up a trap at the ‘hole-in-wall’ entrance the cats use to come and go to the barn, but try as I  might, both times he spotted the danger and ran away. I decided to wait a while before trying again and see if I can improve my technique. Later we saw he had made friends with Blackie and Jason and the three of them would eat together in the large heated greenhouse.

Sooty spends a lot of time sitting in a very large pot that houses an olive tree, but always comes hurriedly for food at mealtimes. We just have to call “Come on then, Come on then!” and he is sure to appear along with any other cat within hearing distance. I was soon able to give him a stroke and occasionally a tummy rub and he has even started to purr, which is progress indeed, but I was not as yet able to pick him up.

The security camera shows he also comes for food in the barn almost every hour over night, just to check if this food is any different to the offerings before him in the greenhouse, and we cannot help but notice that he has doubled his weight and is now so fat he seems to wobble along. He is certainly making the most of all the biscuits and other food put out for everyone and it does not look as if he is going anywhere.

It was a few months later when I next had the opportunity to catch Sooty. We had been noticing that his coat seemed a bit tatty as if he had a flea allergy and it would appear that he had lost a lot of weight. We definitely needed to catch him and take him to the Vet to see what the problem was and to get him neutered.

I was in the barn getting the food ready to put down for the cats when Sooty came in and begged for food. This was easily sorted. I placed a bowl of food down and whilst he was occupied, I closed the door to the barn and to the entrance to the hole in the wall. I had him in the barn at last. Now I had a chance of catching him.

Then I noticed a black cat in the car park and thought that Sooty had made his escape. I was quite concerned and could not think how he would have got out of the barn. I nearly removed the catching cage thinking I was too late, but decided to leave it in place. It took all of two days with Sooty hiding in the barn before he tried to make his escape through the hole in the wall and straight into the catching cage. I had him.


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.


Caught on Camera final part – Billy’s rehabilitation.

Monday, April 4th, 2016

Viewed-from-my-window-Billy's-rehabilitationAt the end of three weeks, Billy started moving about more readily and was getting used to balancing on his three legs, we even saw him exploring the house, probably looking for the exit, but we have to keep him in the house and we had yet to fully befriend him.

His meows were now heard frequently, letting us know when his food bowls were empty; he eats a lot and does not have to ask twice. He does not like to be stroked, but I ignore his protestations, close his mouth and rub him under his chin, then stroke him gently over his head and down to his tail. He has threatened to bite but I know that he would not bite the hand that feeds him so I approach with confidence and will not succumb to threats. He very soon started to lick my hand when offered. He will be my ‘Billy-boy’ you wait and see!

Billy spends the day at the top of the stairs, but every evening, he manages to get down the stairs to greet the other cats when they come in for the night, he wants to be part of their family and follows them around, talking all the time in his own special way.

Six weeks after Billy’s amputation and he was a totally different cat. He gets around relatively easily and now joins me on the settee, he enjoys a cuddle and a stroke, he allows me to pick him up as long as I do not hold him for too long and he loves to be with the other cats in the family. When food is served, if you are not quick enough he will balance on his hind legs and reach up with his one front leg to try and reach the plate of food, meowing very loudly as if to say, “hurry up I’m starving!”

With such a hot summer the year we took Billy in (2014), we needed to have the doors open, but we did not want Billy to go outside, so we constructed secondary mesh doors to front, back and patio doors to solve the problem. This gave us and Billy plenty of fresh air and he was happy to sit by the mesh door to watch the activities of the birds, badgers and the deer outside and of course enjoy the fresh air.

His journey from being feral and free, through accident and suffering, amputation and depression, to house-cat, lap-cat, placid, contented and just a happy ‘pussy-cat’, has been achieved in less than two months through patience and the giving of love and attention to a poor little cat who had never experienced such things before, and in return he gives all he has to give, his love and gratitude, shown by his purring and contentment. He is now safe, comfortable and at peace in his own little world. What more could anyone ask for? I told you he would be my ‘Billy-boy’ and he is!


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £12.50 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.