My Saviouress: ‘Trixie Tara’

I lay here. Head resting on her – as she rests on me.

Who would have known?

I was once THAT girl: “Cats are awful!- Eurgh- I could never! Vile!” ETC

Now: I couldn’t quite cope without her. I might be two glasses of wine deep as I write this…. but if it wasn’t for this little fur-ball, I would have given up a long- long time ago.

My princess: Trixie.

Prior to this cat life, I was always a ‘dog-person’ –

that was until this little trickster came into my life….

Trickster, you ask? I named this beauty ‘Trixie’ because of the tricks she used to play on me the first week/month of having her….

One week in. Day two:

My lil Trixie had gone missing- nowhere to be found. My neighbour and I turned the flat upside-down. We called in to every other 5-6 flats on that floor. We asked if Trixie had somehow got into their flats, or whether or not they had seen or heard her.

We even checked the garbage shoot-

It got to the point that we were even convinced some of the neighbours had potentially stolen her and kept her hidden inside, away from our prying eyes. Ha.

Four hours later: no result-no hope; no cat to be found….

I reluctantly returned to my flat and made some posts on local websites, desperate for some sort of help.

I was about to turn my lights out – six hours later- when I heard a slight movement in the kitchen. A scratch? A new noise nonetheless.

Hope.

Lights on, again. I darted to the kitchen.

I began searching everywhere whilst calling her name, shining the torch on every surface, blaring white noise, changing it to cat-calling YOUTUBE songs- you name it…I tried it all. Good ol Google suggestions aye.

Hope was started to fade out, when there was suddenly another scatch.. This time it was INSIDE the oven. Could it be so?

Apparently so. This was not something I could figure out alone. Trickery…

I couldn’t see anything…Meanwhile, I rang a few friends, as well as the watchmen, to help me get inside the oven, up the back and through the cables…

I couldn’t see much but I was convinced she was in there somewhere. Delirious at this point perhaps. Even my friends were mocking me at his point-

As my friends took the oven apart and threw around some cables around, they reported no sight of anything. They were sure they couldn’t see or hear anything. Hmmm….

Two hours after they left, I heard it again!!!

YES- it was a LATE night- and NO, I wasn’t dreaming, drinking, or smoking LOL -It wasn’t a poltergeist either-

It was this time, with my back to the floor, head to the ceiling, arms outstretched, I took a picture through a gap in the cables…

With my hopes high and my energy low, the torch beamed on…the cat- she was there-

It was then; I could see her lit-up beady eyes ….

At this point, I was happy, but also worried-sick; I was worried why she wasn’t moving, or making any noise.. Was she stuck? Hungry? Thirsty?

….She didn’t know me -or this new environment- I now felt guilty and to blame for what had happened.

So, in I went. I was laying on the floor at a weird angle to try and get my hand/arm in this tiny gap….

I cut myself silly- but, just when I thought I couldn’t reach in any more, I felt her soft silky fur in my hands…

Relief.

I tried my best to be gentle- I pulled her out and embraced her on the floor for a good 5-10 minutes. She was very quiet. No meow. No sudden movement.

It was then I knew we would be good for each other….

I physically saved her, but she saved me in ways you’ll never imagine.

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She has been my rock ever since.

Still a little trickster? Oh, most definitely.

But, after a few injections, a few cuddles, and a few shared heartbreaks….a cat passport was needed. Y

ou’re coming HOME with me kitty.

I promised not to neglect her – and that I did.

She is my angel and my little princess.

PETS: THE BEST THERAPY AND THE BEST COMPANY 🙂 Love you baby-girl

Perhaps you need to be a cat-mum to understand- or just a sad-sap, lonely-nana with Trixie Tara.

❤