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Cranky Cats: Approach with Caution!

Beware of the cat!

Will you look at this cat! You’d swear she was smiling 🙂  And there’s no ‘digital manipulation’ involved. I can barely manage to post a picture, let alone twiddle about with it. What a darling you may be thinking; what a sweetie. You’d swear butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. And you’d be… WRONG!

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Her name is Milo, and she’s been coming here since the year 2000 – in other words, sixteen years; she’s an old bat now. But when she arrives, I still have to lever the front of her cat box off with a piece of wire. If my hands go anywhere near it, she’ll have my fingers off at the wrist. Do I get danger money in this job? I wish!

Of course, many cats are stressed by the drive, but Milo is barely eight minutes in the car. I know this because I used to live across the park from her. (Actually, you can do the journey in four minutes flat if your son phones up and tells you that your daughter has set her bedroom curtains on fire).

Milo’s a shocker! She hisses and spits, and doesn’t hesitate to use her claws. And pitiful though it may sound, there’s been more than one occasion when I’ve had to use the broom to get the litter tray in and out of her pen. But she calms down eventually…in a week or two…and I love her to bits.

Kena, who has gone to the Great Soft Cushion in the Sky now, was another guest not to be trifled with. She was an Abyssinian, a feisty breed at the best of times, and I think this photo sums her up better than any words can…

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Kena was far better mannered when accompanied by the Mrs or Miss in her family, than the Mr. Then she behaved outrageously. They’d arrive here, the cat simmering with rage in her cardboard carry box, and him dripping blood from multiple wounds. Oh, she was a horror! She used to lean down from her shelf and swat at me with unsheathed claws, as I grovelled about on the floor cleaning her pen. But Kena would settle down too, eventually. And then would come the day for her to go home. Eek! Both the Mr. and I would stand at the door of her pen, each trying  to edge behind the other so as not to be the one who had to deal with her. Or we’d cook up elaborate plans involving blankets, towels, and distractions. Of course Kena knew she had us bluffed, and it never worked…

Variety is the spice of life, they say – and to date, I still have all my fingers 🙂

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Cats on the farm – my first feline friends

Cats on the farm

I grew up on a dairy farm in England, at a time when cats had to work for a living. There was none of this lolling about waiting for someone to open a can! The farm buildings were rotten with mice and rats, and it was the cats’ job to keep them under control. Semi-feral, they lived in the barns and outbuildings, and bred almost as successfully as the rodents they hunted.

At harvest time, the wheat and barley had to go through a big dryer before it was stored. For reasons best known to themselves, the cats liked to use this dryer as a litter tray. But when the dryer started, the cat poo would work its way down to the funnel device and block the exit. And the only way to clear this nasty mess was to manually dig out all the grain. Tons and tons and tons of the stuff. Over and over again! My Dad didn’t like cats at the best of times.And he wasn’t all that keen on digging, either. So not long after I came along, we were down to three cats only: My Mum’s beloved Snowy – who was presumably part of the deal when she married Dad; the tortoiseshell, Little Chat, and Ginger.

Miss Jane's Cattery. Farm cats from my childhood - Little Chat & Ginger & me.
Little Chat, Ginger & Me, 1958

Little Chat, despite her sweet nature and diminutive size, was a formidable ratter, so good that after the litter that produced Ginger, she was sterilized – common enough now, but almost unheard of back then, especially on a farm. Ginger though, had none of his mother’s killer instinct. He was hopeless! He just wanted to be a lap cat, live indoors and eat Kittycat. So eventually, Ginger went to live at Mrs.Austen’s Sweet Shop on the green. I remember seeing him there, draped across the counter next to the cash register, or picking his way delicately through pyramids of chocolate; of course, health regulations were more elastic in the early 1960’s! Ginger was a great favourite with the customers, the star of the show, and I think he even caught the odd mouse or two, just to show that he could… 😉

Miss Jane's Cattery. Farm cats from my childhood - Snowy
Snowy
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Miss Jane’s Cattery Officially Re-Opens!

Miss Jane’s Cattery is up and Running Again!

Formally associated with Foothills Kennels – which closed in 2013 after twenty years – Miss Jane’s Cattery has now officially re-opened for business!

Freshly renovated, but retaining its delightfully eccentric charm, Inspection is welcome!! As are old and new customers! With brand new pens and flooring, your cat will feel right at home exploring all we have to offer. Situated in scenic Chapman Valley, your cat can watch the birds fly by, or spot a fish swimming in the pond…and then you have MTV (Mouse TV)…

Miss Jane's Cattery. Cat Boarding, Geraldton WA. Cat Gallery.

Miss Jane's Cattery. Cat Boarding, Geraldton WA. Cat Gallery.

Miss Jane's Cattery. Cat Boarding, Geraldton WA. Cat Gallery.

Miss Jane's Cattery. Cat Boarding, Geraldton WA. Cat Gallery.

If you would like to come on out to view our fabulous facilities, simply contact us to arrange a time. We look forward to having your cat stay with us!