When Hubby and I first got together, I had my GSD, Kizzy. Sadly, I lost her to mammary cancer in 1990 when she was about 10. I like to think I gave her five good years with me.
Our first house was no more than a box, one termed a ‘cluster home’ as it was a block of four and everyone had a corner. I hated it from the day we moved in, and not just because it was tiny. It had a floor print of 16’8 by 13′ 4 on two floors, downstairs consisting of a ‘kitchen’ and lounge, in the corner of which was a spiral staircase. Upstairs you had the bathroom over the kitchen and the bedroom, which had to have sliding doors on it because you could not open a standard 30″ door as the bed got in the way.
We had a decent size garden though, and come the Summer, tried to work out what was causing a definite ‘throughfare’ track from the car park across our grass.
It didn’t take long to find out.
It wasn’t just one though, and not having any pets at all at the time, we looked forward to having them visit.
We rigged up a water feeder using an upside down lemonade bottle and a frisbee, then protected the food we put out by placing the dish in an upside down hanging basket having cut two bars away so that our new pets could come and go from whatever direction.
The local cats were really miffed that they couldn’t get their noses in the basket to steal the goods, and couldn’t flip it over because we staked t to the ground with tent pegs.
They seemed to like both cat and dog food (we bought some small tins for them), but they also enjoyed the occasional bit of fruit and peanuts (but not the salted variety)!
Hubby also set up a Hedgehog alarm system indoors which consisted of a cotton reel and long length of thin string. When our visitors crossed the line, the cotton reel shot off the sideboard announcing their arrival, and we would sit on the front step to watch them in fascination.
We gave them all names. Randy (guess why), Hoover, Peanuts, Snuggles, Huggy, and Ouch to name just a few. They were always welcome, even when their mating antics kept us awake for hours until we knew exactly what was going on.
Our neighbours however weren’t so impressed. It seems their cat got fleas and they blamed it on our hedgehogs.
We looked it up, and apparently hedgehog fleas do not settle on cats, so they were off the hook.
Written for Michael’s Tale Weaver ‘Pets’.
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