Chelsea the Cat
Chelsea was the cat we adopted some years ago (before Gandalf’s time) and cared for during the last couple of years of her life. I just read a post about a cat on a favourite blog, and it sent me looking for photos of our special cat, and I decided to post them here, to record her in history; and to bridge a gap in this blog. No-one seemed to know where she had come from, and I have no idea why she was known as “Chelsea”, but that’s what the local kids called her.
We brought her home on a cold February night after hearing reports that she had been sleeping in a plant pot on someone’s doorstep but the plant pot had been turned upside down as the resident feared finding the cat dead in it each morning. She had a large, pendulous cyst hanging from her neck that was easily removed with surgery – but yet she never did hold her head up – as if she had become used to the weight of it pulling her down. On the first visit, the vet scanned her in case she was micro-chipped and gave her a general check-up. Considering how she put away hard biscuit kibbles as well as soft meat, it was a surprise to learn that she had no teeth – they had all been extracted except the two canines. The vet’s verdict was that she was an old cat who had been well cared for until recently, so we could only assume that her owner had passed away and the poor cat had been made homeless.
Despite being elderly herself, in true feline style, she moved on and found herself a new home; with us. She loved being held and stroked and rarely stopped purring. Too arthritic to leave the garden, and on steroids that sent her doolally tap; she would clamber out through the cat flap, walk a few yards to the patio doors and knock to be let back in. I think she must also have been deaf as the pounding on the glass was accompanied by a loud “BRRRWOWWW!!!!” Then, once indoors, she would saunter through to the kitchen and back out through the cat flap again – and then “BRRRWOWWW!!!!” … you get the picture? In case not, here she is, bless her:
That is a killer last picture of Chelsea. Gorgeous cat! Love the reason for the post too – a cat deserves its place in history 🙂
She was all eyes and attitude – especially on steroids! xxx
Bless her and bless you. I remember the day you came to collect her. She looked a very sorry sight. She was very lucky to end her days with you. xxx
Aw, thanks Lucy. I think we were blessed with her 🙂 xxx
Doolally Tap! I thought it was only me that used that phrase these days. It must be a Sellers thing. x
I guess so, Julie. There are a few expressions I use and people say, “What?” You just explained it! xxx