This is Snacks.
If you follow me on social media you will have seen about a billion pictures of Snacks by now. But here’s her story if you missed it:
Our neighbours knocked the door at 9.30pm one night in May. The whole family stood there with this little kitten. She had appeared in their garden and refused to leave, and their dog wanted to eat her. They asked if we would put her in our garden and see if she would leave there. No worries, always happy to help a kitteh.
Those eyes though ❤
So we put her out the back and stood talking with the neighbours over the fence. The kitten was pretty thin. Her tail was all weird and a bit bald, which was really noticable as she had long hair. I started calling her Snacks as she looks like Bethany from Best Coast’s cat. We gave her some biscuits and said if she was still there in the morning then I’d take her to the vets to see if she had a microchip. I also posted on the lost and found pets pages. Someone must have been missing this cutie.
In the morning, she was still there.
The vet said she was about 5/6 months old and had no microchip. They also said she was in heat or had just finished heat. I contacted the cat rescue charity but they wouldn’t take her because it was only one day. Even though she was a baby and at risk of boycats taking advantage. Not happy about that. I couldn’t keep her because Pickle would go nuts. So we went home and Snacks went back in the garden. I spoke to my neighbour again and she said she would speak to her friend who works with a small cat rescue. I had to go to uni that day as it was our final hand in for the year. I was there for 3 hours. In that time it went from “I can’t keep this cat” to “I have a new cat now”.
I rushed home because it started raining hard. We hadn’t had rain for a while and no way was I leaving a poor kitten out in the rain…
… but when I got home, she wasn’t there. I stood in the middle of the garden in the pouring rain calling “kitten!” but no kittens came. So I went inside, cuddled my big cats and cried for a bit.
Then my neighbour Emma knocked the door. She said that her friend had been round and they had tried to coax Snacks over so she could take her to the rescue. But Snacks wouldn’t leave my garden. She kept going back to the doormat. After her friend left, Emma was in the kitchen and there was a “meow” at the backdoor. Unfortunately, the dog heard it too and chased the cat. Both of them jumped over the back wall. Emma got the dog back over but said Snacks was still there. I said if she was then she was coming in and living with me.
I opened the kitchen door… Snacks walked right in. I cried again.
We made a cosy space for her in the back bedroom so that Pickle and Monty didn’t feel usurped. I de-fleaed and wormed all the cats the next day and a couple of days afterwards, Snacks had a bath because she stank. A lady from the cat charity came round to see how she was and if we needed any help fostering her. I said that if no one came forward to claim her then she had a home for life.
One month later, and with no one contacting us about her, I had her vaccinated and chipped. Then she went into heat again. OH MY WORD. I have never seen anything like it. Snacks sang for nearly 10 days solid. She sounded in pain but maybe that’s sexy to boycats. Every time you touched her she stuck her bum up in the air. She must have been so uncomfortable. I would put her to bed every night and she would go straight to sleep. Being a horny kitten is apparently exhausting! (there are videos of her singing and presenting on my Instagram).
As soon as heat was over, Snacks got spayed.
Best. Cone of Shame. Ever.
Nearly 4 months later, Snacks has settled right in here. She is very driven by food. She farts loudly when she gets excited about food. She doesn’t share food. She has put on lots of weight and all her fur has grown back. She looks so lovely.
Pickle and Monty are fine with her. Most of the time they ignore her and just sleep all day on their cushion. Snacks sometimes sits with Monty on the chair. Pickle hisses at her to let her know that Pickle is top cat. They don’t fight though.
So now I have 3 orange ones. It’s like she knew we were ginger-friendly. I am so glad that this little floof came when she did. She has provided a welcome distraction from all the uni vacation time, even if she has issues with the landing carpet. She follows me around like a duckling and kicks me in the head when she’s making biscuits on the blanket on the back of the sofa but then comes and curls up on me for hours. She accepts tummy tickles and loves to play. I had forgotten how different kittens are to older cats. She is better than TV. I love Snacks.