Hello my lovely bloggy friends,
You can probably guess what this post is about, by my title.
Yes that’s right this Aspie had a cuppa at a neighbour’s house.
This is SO not like the Alienhippy, I have known of and lived by this neighbour for 16 years and only ever said Good morning in passing. I did once talk to her about loft conversions about 3 years after I moved in. But it was a very brief conversation.
Let me tell you what happened today.
I have this cat…her name is Angel, she is not an Angel … AT ALL!!!
She was dumped in my porch, already a cat and without me realising she was already pregnant.
She had her first litter and of course, me being me, I fell instantly in love with these 3 little Ginger Toms.
Then Angel disappeared, occasionally we’d see her but she is a bit of a come and go type of cat.
She returned home a few weeks ago
Yep you guessed right, full of kittens.
I caved and decided to let her have her litter in my conservatory.
She has been sleeping well in my prayer chair and enjoying the extra treat of a tin of tuna a day.
I really thought if she gets something she really enjoys she’ll stay around.
BUT….Oh no! Not Angel, this morning she darted out the door and disappeared again. ugh
She came back at tea time…SKINNY, crap…. where has she left her kittens.
Alienhippy out on a kitten hunt.
That’s right one thing I hate having to do, knock on the neighbour’s doors.
I spent hours going through people’s sheds and in the end I tried one last neighbour.
This neighbour has MASSIVE German Shepherds.
They are beautiful dogs, they guard the house really well.
You see them up the bay window, giving you the eye when you walk back from the Post Office.
Well…I love dogs and cats. Birds, fish, rabbits, chickens, frogs, mice…you name it I’ve kept it.
If I haven’t kept it in the past, I probably will at some point in my future.
I’ve written lots of posts about my pets so I won’t bore you all.
Well anyways…I’ll carry on!
*Annabel invited me in while her hubby *James went mooching through their sheds.
Now this is good…… guess what?
I was actually comfortable in their house, and…I…KNOW…WHY!
Her black and tan German shepherd instantly loved me.
I have a Rottweiler, so a German Shepherd is small and skinny in comparison.
*Annabel told me that not many people dare come into her home, because they are afraid of her dogs.
She also has a Cockatiel, this is a rescue bird, her dogs are rescue dogs too.
My Zazzy was a rescue dog, she was badly treated by someone horrible who stapled her mouth up.
I really don’t understand why anyone would do this!
I was able to chat for quite a while
*Annabel and *James both love their pets, so my chat on pets didn’t bore them.
Also they didn’t mind that I spoke to their dog while speaking to them.
I found it so much easier to talk to them while petting their dog.
Only having to glance at them making eye contact occasionally.
So I actually sat in a neighbour’s house, had a cuppa tea and chatted without being scared.
I still haven’t found the kittens yet.
All of my neighbours know now and they are keeping a look out for where Angel is going.
Hopefully someone will spot her and where her hideout is.
Or maybe she will bring them home herself.
I will have to wait and see I have done all I can.