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ABOUT ME

I am a lifelong cat owner; I don’t remember a time when we didn’t have them.  Before leaving home I took over a gorgeous cat, Rosie, who was born with a birth deformity and she had to have her front paw amputated.  She was bonkers, her nickname was “Tigger” as she didn’t let her disability stop her.  I lost her in 2005 to tumours in her abdomen, which had ruptured blood vessels.

 

 

I also had a rescue puss, Smokey, who was rescued by animal rights clients where I worked.  His owners wanted to have him put to sleep as he sprayed (yet they hadn’t had him neutered).  Smokey was only eight when I lost him to bladder problems.  My mum took in a pregnant stray, Flossy.  Flossy gave birth to six boys (I kept two, my mum kept two and my younger sister kept two).  I had Spot (who I lost at the age of fifteen to a tumour in his nose and who I miss so very much) and I had his brother, Garfield, who I lost to kidney failure in September 2018.  I just managed to scrape him through his nineteenth birthday.  He was the most laid back cat.  I miss him dreadfully and he will always be the face on my stationery and my business cards.  He accepted any cat or kitten who came through the door, loving them and nurturing them.  Where he lived was his home, he was warm, very well fed, happy, he was well loved and he was the boss.  Garfield is the tabby and white cat in the shoe box.  We lost the last of the six in 2019, Tubby.

 

 

My mum and I have both fostered for Cats Protection and her first rescues were a mum and four kittens who were found in a shed in Offerton.  I gave the girls a fur-ever home and my sister gave the boys a fur-ever home (we found a good home for mum with an elderly couple in Preston who fed her a prawn as a treat every day!).  My girls are now fourteen (fifteen in May) and are the adult torties who are the photos on here.  Lily is a beast and would love to be a looked after alley cat, doesn’t listen to the word “no” and. If she was a child, she would have to be the centre of everything.  Her sister Lucky is so different, so soft and scared of her own shadow.  Next came little Charley-Mittens.  He was found with pelvic injuries as a kitten.  He was a total free spirit and hated staying in.  He would only come home for fuss, food and to “dump” his presents.  I lost him in August 2014 to a RTA, he was only five.  So, I was then back down to three.

 

 

I do a lot of work with Rescue Kitties and, in September 2016, my youngest two, Olive and Pickle were found in an alleyway in Longsight.  There was no sign of their mum and they were only 4 weeks old.  They were found by a lady’s children, who took them in to their mum and they came into rescue with one of the fosterers.  I wasn’t planning on taking on another two furry family members, but I made the mistake of going to see them, which was fatal and they joined me at the end of October 2016.  Pickle is a lot more confident than his sister and twice the size of her.  Olive was terrified, she didn’t purr for three weeks and when she did, I cried.  It has taken her a long time to settle, but she did and she gains confidence every day. Lily is ultimately the boss, but fights with Pickle for top cat status.  As long as he doesn’t look at her or breathe her air, I have semi harmony!

 

 

The little black kitten in the photographs is Pickle).  The little tortie kitten is Olive.

 

I try to do as much voluntary work with Rescue Kitties Manchester as I can and try to donate as much as I can, whether by way of donation of beds, food, crates, litter etc.  I am one of their homecheckers and a local drop off point for donations, constantly scouring Facebook buy/sell/give away posts, trying to secure donations.  I also write a weekly blog on the Rescue Kitties page, which is about a week in the life of a cat (my Olive).

 

 

So, this is how it all began, my love of cats and catsitting.  I have been a catsitter since the beginning of January 2011 as I guessed that there were other people in the position I was, in that they wanted their furries cared for when they were away, but they didn’t want them to go in the cattery, away from you and away from their home and, ultimately, in a cage.  My neighbours say that my cats are worse than kids, which put me in a bit of a position.  I didn’t want them going in the cattery, Spot used to go on hunger strike and they were so miserable when they got home and it took them a while to get back to normal.  I offer this service to you so that you can go away with a clear conscience, that your cats are being well taken care of in their own home, all their home comforts, but with me going in to tend to them and also as added security for your home.  I also offer home boarding, a room of their own, not a cattery cage, all home comforts and boarders are never mixed, but boarding does get booked up fast.

 

 

It goes without saying that I am fully insured and DBS checked and I am well known locally.

 

If it wasn’t for my love of cats, I wouldn’t be involved with such lovely local groups and not be “spoken about” due to my love of cats!!

 

Wendy Skelton Petsitter

Covering the Heatons, Levenshulme, Burnage, Rusholme, Fallowfield,

West Didsbury, Didsbury Village and East Didsbury.

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