Bacon the jumpin bean kitten - sorry for laughing so hard!

R.I.P. Geddy Bear

This is a one-off post to indulge myself in some sad, sad memories of my long-time companion Geddy (A.K.A. The Bear)


I rescued Geddy as an 8 week old kitten from the R.S.P.C.A. in 1994 and he understood me in more ways than I imagined. On a couple of occasions in really low times of my life, and I was crying and crying with despair, he would come up and miaow loudly and offer himself for a cuddle and purr to comfort me.


He knew right from wrong, he could open doors (but never shut them behind him lol) and understood my commands of 'come' and 'go away' and 'good boy' and 'bad cat' (usually when he was ripping upholstery to shreds to get attention) He knew the sound of the fridge opening, the smell of a tin of tuna being opened, and could predict the minute when I was coming home.


Geddy loved boxes, feathers, string, he loved being picked up upside down and LOVED being groomed as a long haired domestic he would get groomed very regularly. He likes to sleep at the end of my bed every night, he would talk to me in demanding meows when hungry, when he bought in mice or moths his miaow was different. He liked to eat grated cheese, beaten egg and cheese quavers (?) and loved games of toes-under-duvets and fingers-through-banisters.


Happy with being picked up, and flicking his tail on your arm whilst you lay in bed, he only bit me once in sheer terror when moving house, as soon as he saw he had bit me, his eyes grew big, and he submitted, curling in a ball. I scooped him up, hand bleeding, reassured him, and loved him.


Geddy was also the perfect weather indicator, when it was raining, he would come in and miaow loudly, and deliberately jump on me with wet paws and wet fur. Why me? Always me. Only me. Yes, thank you, I know it is raining now, wet cat. When it was hot and the front door is wedged open he was Guard Bear. If he was in an unusual place he was There Bear. If he was on the duvet, and it needed to be pulled up, he was a Travelling Bear. If he went backwards he was a Reverse Bear.


The Bear. I loved him so much.


Sadly, he developed cheek cancer, which was very aggressive, and the tumour was the size of a bottle top, as his long fur hid it for months, then he started to dribble and not eat food. I thought it would have certainly spread to the brain. He spent so much time sleeping and not knowing what to do. Playtime halted. 

It must have been so painful, but he never miaowed. The time came when he wouldn't eat tinned tuna or fresh chicken breast. What cat would refuse that? Losing weight rapidly, I called the v-e-t and instead of distressing him with travelling, the lady v-e-t came to my house and set him free from pain.


It was the most dignified of exits and he was a Very Good Boy.


I just wanted a web page where I could view the photos I took and this is it. No more Geddy webpages but I hope there is internet access is Cat Heaven. R.I.P. Geddy 2008

Kitten gets stranded on garage roof Next Door

Ma scoops me up and puts me in my favourite shoe box, I am too big! The red kitty ball and string keeps me happy on my back like a baby. Ma kisses my furry round belly and mumbles human words, and takes a photo with her phone.


Well, I am always waking Ma in the morning. Her alarm goes off at 6.30am, but I can tell the time and wake her up just before this. I am a warm mouth and sheathed teeth around a big toe. Far better than a 'beep' I think. Ma lets me bite a little, I am waiting for the cry of forbidden land (I know I'm not allowed to bite toes but I still do) the cry of "NooO!" from Ma,, follwed by a "ShhhH" noise. This means I have gone too far....


I am biting Ma's toes, leaping up the corner of the bottom of the bed, my head underneath the duvet: I know the toes are in there somewhere!


Ah - toes .. found them. Now bite them, when I bite them I get played with, the feet shuffle wildy (and you know how much I like feet) game on! I bite harder and just to add effect, I wrap my arms around the feet. Not Letting GO


Ma pulls her feet deep in the duvet, in a foetal position, toes out of reach. Well, job done as a bitey alarm clock - I'm going to go out my kitten door in the kitchen to play outside.


Ma gets up at half 6, in the meantime I have been round the front of Next Door and (it gets sketchy now) got on a really high roof of Next Door's garage. Ma has 5 minutes before catching the train, and had already put the 2 bowls of breakfast out. Sarnie had chowed down, I was still outside.


I heard Ma shout, but she was at the front of the house, I was round the back, I answered "ma-a"". It came out "mew"


I could hear her - "Bacon"
I answered "mew"
Again, and again: "Bacon"
I was repeating myself "mew ma-a, meww"


Finally Ma stopped and listened, and located my cries. There I was, looking down at Ma, I forgot how I got up it was so long ago.


Remember that I have the attention span of a kitten.


Ma walked away, I was thinking "What?" but I remember, it's true, I won't come to my name - only if the person is out out of sight. She means it, she goes back into the house. No? No.... "Meh meow ma-a"


I don't know what to do.
I hear a scrapey sound, just before I see Ma with some stepladders, I watch as Ma gets on the ladder, and I see her arm, her hand, she grabs me by that kitty skin scruff at the back of my neck, I purrrrrrrr with delight when I am popped onto her shoulder.. safe at last.


Ma shows me my kitty breakfast, and runs for the train. I munch away, thinking what all the fuss was about.

Kitten to sleek young cat

Oooh look at me .. so fat and so sleek

My Ma says I am too risky picking fights with all the bigger cats on the street, now I can get out the catflap every day whilst she's at work, I can play, play, play

Sandwich still isn't sure about me, she has somehow figured out that I'm not scarey as I was, and that when I jump on her tail I don't use my claws, I'm, a kitten with all-pounce-and-no-trousers. I just want to play.

I can't wait for the day when we rough and tumble and play proper. I'm sure it won't be long.

Anyway, in the meantime I'll have a snooze, and dream of the things that I can present to Ma. So far I have bought in a wooden peg, and the day after (randomly) an empty snail shell in a sweetie wrapper. I know she loves that.

Kitten Bacon loves string

Every day is soooooooo exciting, anything that moves is fair game for a pounce and a nip, I find walking feet beyond temptation and have to leap at each ankle as feet walk past me.

I have had some big bumps, but nothing serious - Ma keeps giggling and chastising me at the same time, but it makes no difference - I love feet!!

My eyes are still blue as I'm only 6 weeks old, I am being told I am 'Cute Bacon' and I love lying on my back and having my tummy tickled.

I like chasing string!!

Funny LOLcat!

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Kitten Tower

Pa bought a kitten tower from Aldi, I forgot to say I moved out of the spare room after a week, and love to sleep in the same room as Ma n Pa. This kitten tower is positioned underneath the windowsill and I like to run up the tower and sit out on the windowsill and look at everything happening on the street. I do this every day and I absolutely love it. When the bin men come they make a lot of noise and I don't like that and leave the windowsill.

Other things that scare me:

• Aerosols


• Loud vehicles


• Hairdrier


• Vacuum Cleaner


• Sandwich when she hits me for jumping on her tail

Vets again - I can go outside!

There is a photo of Sandwich today.


I had to go to the vets for a second time because my injections to let me go outside had to be in two stages. I miaowed all the way there and all the way back in the car, but was a Good Boy in the vets and didn't make a sound when I had another injection.





I was weighed again and in two weeks I had increased from 2.1 kilos to 2.6, I am very healthy with no fleas and a silky back coat which shines in the sun.





Ma should have waited a couple of days before teaching me to use the catflap, but behind her back I jumped out, following Sandwich into the back yard. Easy! I chased her around the drive, she's still very grumpy and growls and spits at me even just by looking at me. I don't care, I chirrup asking her to play again and again, and all she does is run away swearing with cat words.


Well look at me, I can play all by myself just fine. The wind is swirling dried leaves around the yard, and I have a ball of a time chasing them and killing them with my little paws. I stay outside in the sun for half an hour before Ma calls me in for dinner and kitty milk.





I'm growing up very fast!

Vets and catflaps

Oh why is it that Sandwich can go out the little cat door in the kitchen door, and I can't?

It looks brilliant out there, and I keep trying to follow Sandwich as she goes out the catflap. Ma says I can't go outside without a visit to the vets.

We went to the vets a fwe days later, I weigh 2.1 kilos and had my first injection. I didn't notice really, it didn't hurt and I didn't miaow at all. I only miaowed all the way there in the car, and all the way back. I don't like the kitten carrier. I want to get outside!

Pa gave me tinned tuna when I got back, already I had forgetten all about the cat carrier and the vet. I had some kitty milk and fell asleep for the afternoon.

Scaredy Cat

Today I met the other cat on the household again. She is a big cat, 6 years old and her name is Sandwich.





Ma thought it would be funny to name me Bacon, clearly.





Sandwich came in the bedroom where I was playing on the duvet with Ma, she jumped up and saw me, then hissed really loud. I was fascinated, but not scared. I jumped towards her, asking her to play with little chirrups of delight - a new playmate!





Sandwich ran away. She ran away real fast, hissing and growling. What's wrong with her I just want to play?

In the meantime, I'll stretch and have a nap. Do I look like Superman?

Bacon the Kitten video

Click the link below to see a video of me running around the house inside a small tent..

Pop up tent fun!

Kitten's first week at new home

Bacon here again. I have learned my name by repetition from Ma. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon.

Ma goes to work, but in the morning she comes up into my room and fills my kitty milk. I am not too sure about solid food, so I drink more than I eat. Lapping milk was difficult, at first I pawed it with my kitten paw, then sniffed, then licked a little. I got used to it within a short while.

Ma would come home at lunch, to put on the small TV for background noise, and to play. We would interact with newspaper shreds and balls of paper. The toys that Ma bought were uninteresting to me. I loved an empty cardboard box with shredded newspaper strips. Reminded me of chasing ickle things in my caravan.

Bacon Kitten - 1st week in a new home

Well, my new Ma bought me home in a cardboard box and a blanket.

I was maowing all the way in the car, I was one of 9 kittens, we all looked the same, why did she pick me? Where are all my brothers and sisters and friends and Real Mom?

I had a crowded existence in a disused caravan in a field on a farm in Somerset.

Now what is happening?

I am put in a spare bedroom with my box and blanket, toys, food and kitty milk. I hear a cat enter the room whom I don't know. She smells my scent and hisses loudly and exits. I feel alone.

My new Ma gets into the spare bed and spends the first night with me, I am confused, yet excited about my new surroundings, I play until 3am then drop off to sleep in a corner.

New kitten is born - Bacon 2009

Hello

It's been 15 years since my owner had a kitten and she has experienced things that were forgotten and rediscovered the delights and frustrations of inviting a new kitten into your home.

This blog is for the purpose of sharing experinces and advice with regards to making kittens like me happy and fulfilled.

Also, this will contain tips on how I got litter trained (I was a farm kitten born in a disused caravan with a flat tyre in a field - I had no clue why it was wrong to pee on a duvet)

With love and ickle bites and backfoot scratches

Bacon the Kitten