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Good home wanted for pair of male kittens.

9 weeks old. Predominantly white, one with black patches and the other with tabby.  Must have garden. No children under 8yrs old please. Subject to home check.  07778 183003 text only.

Juliet Hogg ● 1553d15 Comments

And presumably a DBS check?

James Roy ● 1553d

And a credit check to see if you can afford the cat food 😁 Only teasing

Julian Pavey ● 1552d

Do the kittens have to be homed together?

Anne England ● 1552d

Yes, they need to be homed together I'm afraid.  Kittens are hard work,  they need constant stimulation and need to be played with all their waking hours or they become bored and destructive.  If you have 2 then they play with each other.

Juliet Hogg ● 1552d

They still need a lot of input from you even in pairs. My 10 month old have a lot of play with each other and me daily but have still managed to smash a lot of crockery, glasses, the glass from two pictures, my TV screen, several lamp shades and got the bulbs out of and chewed the wires of two standard lamps to date! And the curtains have holes where they have climbed and swung from them...I have now tied everything I can, especially my computer equipment down in an attempt to stop further destruction.  But I wouldn't be without them and will only ever get sibling pairs in future.  This is the second time I've done it and they get so much from being together, even though it's double trouble!

Claire Moran ● 1550d

I agree - I always get Burmese sister pairs. My current pairs are 13 years and 9 months. I have loads of toys for them, which makes the house look fairly untidy, but saves a fair bit of destruction and gives them a lot of fun! They still like us humans to play with them though.

Gail Busza ● 1550d

I lived with 2 sister kittens and it was a disaster. They belonged to my flat mate but one of them preferred me to her sister or my flatmate so I ended up with a cat I did not want for 22 years. Bloody mad animal had an attachment disorder and followed me everywhere.  She even got on the bus to work with me. No one but me could pick her up or she did the wailing helicopter with hissing.  Going to the vet was a nightmare.  She had to be sedated the night before or it was like a scene from a slasher movie.She frightened dogs and cats and the squirrels in our road left the garden when they realised she would follow them to the next tree like a Tarzan cat. She talked all the time.  During dinner watching the TV in the bath.  I had no peace in the bathroom until I got a wet room with a shower which she hated.  She would walk across the room then leap in the air hissing and twisting at nothing seeing ghosts everywhere it used to freak people out. If you have not realised by now I loved the bloody bones of the mean little thug, she was my little kitty and I really miss her. Yes two kitties are more trouble but also more joy

Caroline Carney ● 1548d

Love this post, Caroline! Really made me chuckle.

Jill Merrett ● 1548d

Great post Caroline.

Janice Evans ● 1548d

Yes, wonderful post. Reminds of the character sitting next to me now.

Jackie Elton ● 1547d

I need a chuckle!Ah, let's  have another read of Caroline's post above.

Jim Lawes ● 1538d

Did they get rehomed?

Jill Merrett ● 1537d

Thank you everyone as you liked that one so much I will tell you about the time I took her to the Blue Cross to get spayed.  She was just over a year old and had not been to the vet yet that she remembered.  I was living in Hounslow and my friend was staying for a week or so from Sweden.  My cat was not fond of most people but she adored Bjorn. She was an inside cat but I wanted her to enjoy outside too so I needed to get her spayed.  I made an appointment for the Blue Cross in Hammersmith and off we went. I had an old picnic basket that made a good cat carrier and she liked it. It was her first tube journey and she was a bit scared so she was telling all and sundry how hard done by she was and how terrible her mother was.  This was of course getting an audience.  I swear she was an old vaudevillian in her past life.  By the time we got off at Ravenscourt Park she had the whole carriage wishing her well. We walked to the Blue Cross and people were looking in the basket "oh is it a kitty" "ah bless look at the pussy cat" etc. If only they had known what was to come. I registered her at the desk and we sat down.  She sensed the other animals but was surprisingly calm and when we took her into the vet she was lovely.  Got her out of basket, no trauma not even a hiss.  She let me hold her whilst the vet did the anesthetic not a bother on her as my mum used to say.  I asked them to put her back in her basket and make sure the lid was properly closed before we left for the 2 hours and they said no problem. We then went up King Street for a wander, him games workshop me Habitat.  We got back to the Blue cross and when we got through the door the receptionist jumped on us "Squeeka Carney?" I had no time to say yes she dragged me into a surgery in mayhem!!.  Apparently surgery went well and they put her back in her basket fast asleep but did not close the lid.  She woke up sooner than they expected whilst the vet was examining a large and very lovely Alsatian.  She was face to face with him and freaked out jumped out of the basket did the zoomies all around the practice and would not allow them near her. My friend was most amused by this and the vet said "very glad your here because now you can get her down" Bjorn is 6ft 4 inches tall but when we saw her on top of the cupboards screaming blue murder at everyone Bjorn said "Nej, jag rör henne inte, hon har demonerna. which translates as "No I am not touching her she has the demons". So I looked at her hissing down and said "Stop swearing no one is going to hurt you" at which she turned into sweet little kitten and gave her little miaows, I patted my shoulder and she jumped down. I then put her safely in her basket where she went to sleep.  Then I saw the carnage.  she had done the cheese grater to the vets arms had bitten the nurse knocked everything on top of the cupboards onto the floors all of the animals were squawking, barking hissing an generally terrified.  None more so than the lovely Alsatian who would not come out from under the table for love nor food.  I had to go under the table and reassure him she was in jail and he was safe. For which I got my face cleaned. We helped tidy up and then as we were leaving I was told if she came in again I had to come and get a tranquilizer for her the day before if it was not an emergency and I was not to leave her alone at the surgery.  That's what I did for 20 years. I had to play tug of war every time she went into the carrier and no one other than me could get her in it. And it was this way on her last journey when she had a brain tumor and was going Battersea.  She was dying and was very quiet in the car on the way. She was still quiet when they took her into the surgery to examine her.  My wheelchair could not get through the door so she was alone.  Then I heard shouting all hell broke loose and the vet came out saying they could not inject her as she was fighting them like a demon.  I told them to bring her out to me and I held her and sang to her until she passed peacefully in my arms.  All that time it was not the vet she was scared of but me not being there.

Caroline Carney ● 1534d

Ah, that's lovely, funny and a little sad.

Janice Evans ● 1534d

No Jill they haven't been homed. It's coming up to the holiday season so not much chance now. Trouble is, people don't neuter their cats when they should, which is 5 months old.  There's a massive glut of kittens at present rescues are packed to capacity where people acquired a kitten during lockdown, didn't get them neutered at 5 months and went on to breed . It's tragic.

Juliet Hogg ● 1527d