She adopted Bijou (and Fred who went to a friend) when he was still a tiny baby at Kalafong Hospital. His mother was a real wild untamed woman with questionable morals, his father of unknown origin. But somewhere along the line there must have been some royalty in the blood line because Bijou became a Prince …..And later, the King of the Complex.
He became a well seasoned traveler too. First short test trip was here to us, where he braved 2 ferocious dogs and drove them absolutely crazy sitting on the roof looking down upon them. From Pretoria they moved to East London…..and this must have been his favorite place. The townhouse was on the edge of a wooded area and a river with many interesting creatures. And he made new friends too; in fact he fell in love with Gaby, brought her home and allowed her to sleep on his couch and eat his special food.
All in all M and Bijou moved 8 times (he even spent six months on a wine farm while M was overseas), until they finally settled and put down roots where he became the King of the complex.
He only got lost once in all this time and that was in a tiny little ‘dorpie’ in the middle of nowhere de Aar, where they had to occupy a flat on the second floor. He was not used to roughing it and was eventually found by the dentist’s daughter who phoned the number on his Bijou disk. This was after M cycled around the whole of de Aar for 7 days calling his name!
He also witnessed the mysterious disappearance of the two hamsters belonging to a housemate in another town. Rumors are the hamsters were abducted by aliens.
M was away on a well-deserved holiday but Bijou prefered to stay behind. After all, he has his special door and the neighbor comes to fill up the bowls once a day. Apart from that there is the ‘green belt’ where he can hunt and be part of nature. Back home there is always his blanket on the couch….in the morning sun… or Fletcher’s bed with the beautiful white linen.
One night the neighbor phoned me. When S got home, Bijou was lying in HER house on the white chair and she immediately noticed some blood and his hind leg sticking out at an uncomfortable angle. She wrapped him in a towel, put him in a basket and rushed him off to the vet. They suspect he had been hit by a car, all very suspicious because he has been afraid of cars all his life, and avoided them at all costs.
The vet eventually had to amputate the leg, after getting a second opinion from the surgeon. The neighbor just wanted to know from me what to do – it is going to be very expensive +++. For me, as for M, there would have been no choice. Bijou is our family – he must get the best treatment at all cost.
But how did he know to go to the neighbor? And to go and lie on the (usually out of bounds) white chair where she would immediately notice the blood…? We underestimate the intelligence of our wonderful furry friends.
He became a well seasoned traveler too. First short test trip was here to us, where he braved 2 ferocious dogs and drove them absolutely crazy sitting on the roof looking down upon them. From Pretoria they moved to East London…..and this must have been his favorite place. The townhouse was on the edge of a wooded area and a river with many interesting creatures. And he made new friends too; in fact he fell in love with Gaby, brought her home and allowed her to sleep on his couch and eat his special food.
All in all M and Bijou moved 8 times (he even spent six months on a wine farm while M was overseas), until they finally settled and put down roots where he became the King of the complex.
He only got lost once in all this time and that was in a tiny little ‘dorpie’ in the middle of nowhere de Aar, where they had to occupy a flat on the second floor. He was not used to roughing it and was eventually found by the dentist’s daughter who phoned the number on his Bijou disk. This was after M cycled around the whole of de Aar for 7 days calling his name!
He also witnessed the mysterious disappearance of the two hamsters belonging to a housemate in another town. Rumors are the hamsters were abducted by aliens.
M was away on a well-deserved holiday but Bijou prefered to stay behind. After all, he has his special door and the neighbor comes to fill up the bowls once a day. Apart from that there is the ‘green belt’ where he can hunt and be part of nature. Back home there is always his blanket on the couch….in the morning sun… or Fletcher’s bed with the beautiful white linen.
One night the neighbor phoned me. When S got home, Bijou was lying in HER house on the white chair and she immediately noticed some blood and his hind leg sticking out at an uncomfortable angle. She wrapped him in a towel, put him in a basket and rushed him off to the vet. They suspect he had been hit by a car, all very suspicious because he has been afraid of cars all his life, and avoided them at all costs.
The vet eventually had to amputate the leg, after getting a second opinion from the surgeon. The neighbor just wanted to know from me what to do – it is going to be very expensive +++. For me, as for M, there would have been no choice. Bijou is our family – he must get the best treatment at all cost.
But how did he know to go to the neighbor? And to go and lie on the (usually out of bounds) white chair where she would immediately notice the blood…? We underestimate the intelligence of our wonderful furry friends.
4 comments:
depending on how the light shines cats do sometimes resemble aliens... those stinky hamsters had it coming...
;)
That must be it then
:)
And an alien also blocked me from yous blog when I merely asked for you to delete my professional name.........
*boo hoo*
Can't just have any old trolls visiting now can we....?
:P
say the word and you'll be unblocked
:)
I say the word
:D
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