Bluey health update


The blood tests on Bluey have came back saying that there is nothing wrong with her. She is still on her medication and hasn’t had a fit since. We are going to keep her on the medication for six months and then wean her off.





We finally took Bluey to the vets this morning. We cancelled the last appointment, as we were scared of the costs, but she’s been salivering and howling every day since and this morning we decided that she obviously wasn’t getting better and therefore we needed to do something about it.
When we took her to the vets, they had a look at her and said her body weight and condition is fine, but they needed to do some blood tests on her to see if they could find the cause of what is happening. Whilst they were doing the blood tests, we sat in the waiting room, cuddling 5 week old kittens!
They brought her back to us around ten minutes later, with some medication.
She has to have 2 halves of a tablet daily to control her fits and they think that she may have epilepsy.
We are just waiting on the results from the blood tests!

Going to the vets


I have had to arrange an appointment at the vets for later today, as Bluey does not seem very well at all!
She was in the middle of a sleep and woke up with her eye twitching. Her whole body then began to shake and saliva started pouring from her mouth. I picked her up and she was trying to kick me and scratch me to let go of her. I took her into the bathroom and locked her in there was me. She continued to dribble all over the bathroom floor and then she began crying really loudly, which sounded a bit like howling.
Every time I tried to stroke her, her eyes would go wide and she’d run away.
Once she calmed down, she finally let me stroke her.
She is now her normal self, but I rang the vets for their advice and they’ve advised me to bring her in later, as whatever happened to her does not sound normal!

Bertie the bird


I’m used to Bluey catching mice, but today for the first time ever she caught a bird. I heard a loud noise and ran to the conservatory, to see a live bird in her mouth, flapping around, trying to escape. I ran straight into the conservatory and picked Bluey up. I then locked her in the house. My cousin came into the conservatory to help me find the bird, but we couldn’t see it and therefore we started moving the furniture around. We finally found it hiding under a ledge and I proceeded to catch it. It was so scared that it flew straight into the window! I finally caught it.
I noticed that it was gasping for breath, so I continued to hold it for a while to check that it was okay. It was making weird clicking noises.
Once it finally stopped making the clicking noises, I took it into the garden to release it. I sat it on a brick and it just flopped onto it’s side; it was dead. I had tried so hard to save this bird and it was gone! It’s a cruel world and I hate it when my cat kills little animals, but I tried my best to save it and there wasn’t anything more I could do.


The Fidget Ass!


I knew Bluey was in a cuddly mood, the second I let her in. She was purring and rubbing her body around my legs. I went upstairs and she followed me up. I led down on my side to go on my laptop, so she sat on my side, with her paws digging into my boobs and her claws in my arm!
But no she didn’t stop there. Once she got bored of giving me acupuncture, she decided to sit down straight where she was.
But she still wasn’t comfy enough, so she turned around, stuck her ass in my face and led down once again.
She finally climbed off and I thought finally I can move! But her cuddles didn’t end there. She still wanted them despite not being led on me anymore.



So whilst sat downstairs, writing a letter to one of my pen pals, around two nights ago, thunder and lightning started up. Not one bolt and crash, but instead it was continuous. Upon hearing a banging that wasn’t anything like the sound of thunder, I looked to the conservatory where I could see Bluey tapping on the glass at me. I walked to the door and opened it to let her in and she ran inside the house soaking wet.
When I sat down she starting walking back and forth over my legs meowing at me and kissing my face with her wet nose. This lasted for a while, until she got sleepy and decided she wanted to lie on the sofa and stare outside through the conservatory. She didn’t go out again for a few hours!
So that night I learn that Bluey doesn’t like thunderstorms!

Before Bluey

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If you looked at one of my other posts, you may have noticed that before we got Bluey, we had a cat called Chin-Chin. It is coming up to the three year anniversary of her death (May 23rd) and therefore I thought I’d tell you a little bit about her story.
She was sat in the cattery with her two kittens, crying at my mum; we never went to see the cats to end up with one, but mum couldn’t help herself and we ended up taking her home with us. She was two years old when we got her and we’re not sure of how she ended up in a cattery, we just hope that it wasn’t due to neglectful or abusive previous owners.


She was the first pet that I properly felt love for, but she wasn’t just my pet, she was also my best friend. She was a hyper cat when she was younger. She used to hide under the bed and then attack my feet as I walked past and she wasn’t exactly gentle about it. She split my lip open once and even somehow ended up dangling from my forehead by just one claw at one point when I picked her up for a cuddle. Saying that now, it makes me laugh, especially the fact that the only injury I ended up with was a pin size hole in my forehead.


There was one time when I caught her attacking a bird, so me and my nan jumped out of the window to rescue the bird and my nan ripped her trousers on the window catch. We squirted her with water and managed to save the petrified bird, although it had a broken wing. I took it in the house with me and made a nest for it out of ripped up bits of kitchen paper. The bird would perch on my finger and sleep in the palm of my hands and I fed it porridge, but when it got to bedtime mum let it out into the back garden and I never saw it again. Although she caught birds occasionally, mice seemed too ‘mainstream’ for her and her favourite thing to kill was dragonflies. A few weeks before she died, she even managed to catch a bat.


It all went wrong when my mum and stepdad split up and we moved house taking Chin-Chin with us. She kept peeing on the floor and drinking excessively. She was constantly perched on the toilet seat drinking out of the toilet. We knew something was wrong, as she stayed this way for a few months and would spend a lot of the time sat in the same place in the front garden.


On the 23rd of May 2011, we took her to the vets in the hope that they could help her. We found out that she had kidney failure and that they could do an operation on her, but it would only prolong her life rather than cure her. As she was 14 years old, mum made the decision to put her to sleep rather than for her to go through an operation at her age, that wouldn’t even cure her. After working with animals and seeing them get put to sleep before, I decided that I would do the same for Chin-Chin and it was okay, because I was used to this. But I was so wrong. I held her as she was put to sleep and now I have to live with the guilt that I helped her to die. I will never get over doing that and also seeing her face afterwards, where her eyes were wide open and her tongue was stuck out. I could never, ever do that again.


I will always love Chin-Chin and I will never ever forget that she was the animal that taught me love. R.I.P Chin and I hope that wherever you are you will be safe until the time comes when you will not be alone anymore.


Cuddle time


Cuddle time

The same thing happens every single morning. Mum opens the door to let Bluey in and feeds her.

Once Bluey has finished eating, she always comes to look for me. I am usually in bed so she will jump onto my bed and lie on me or cuddle up to me and give me kisses with her nose on my face and meow at me to wake up and cuddle her. We will cuddle for a while and then whilst keeping my arms around her, we will both fall back to sleep and have a nice morning nap cuddled up together.




All of my family know that I have an obsession with waffles! The breakfast kind that you put in the toaster.
When I went to work, I would bulk buy them weekly and have them for breakfast and lunch everyday, but when I decided to go on a diet in the bid for a perfect bikini body, this had to stop.
It was only a matter of weeks before I decided to treat myself to just one packet. Mum made me waffles one morning and my sister decided that she wanted to take them upstairs for me, as I was still in bed. Halfway up the stairs Kaylee, tripped and fell down the stairs, dropping the waffles as she went.
All I could hear was Bluey legging it and then Kaylee screaming. Me and mum took Kaylee into the front room to calm her down and when she’d stopped crying, we started calling out for Bluey, as we knew that what had happened had scared her. We called her and called her, but she didn’t respond so I decided to go to the stairs to savour what was left of my waffles…
And that’s where I found Bluey…
Sat on the stairs licking the butter off of my waffles!

Happy Birthday


So we got Bluey around two years ago when she was just six weeks old. We got her at the end of June and therefore we figure that her birthday is around mid-May. Her name is Bluebell, despite the fact I wanted to call her Willow. As I picked the breed of cat (silver tabby,) my mum let my sister pick her name. I wasn’t happy with the name decision, because I was horrified at the thought of people calling her Bluey for short, as she’s a female, yet ironically I was the one who started calling her Bluey for short and now her name fits her to a tee.
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We got Bluey after our old cat (Chin-Chin) died. Yes I know our cats tend to have weird names. When we got Chin-Chin, she was actually called Chin and she knew her name by then, so we couldn’t change it. I did sometimes call her Chinners though.

There were three little kittens when we went to get Bluey. Two girls and a little boy. The other female was already promised to someone else and my mum doesn’t like male animals, so therefore we just ended up with her. Her brother was really active and running around everywhere, her sister was led on her back letting me tickle her tummy whilst she nibbled on my finger and Bluey just led there… You’d pick her up and she’d just sit on you and not move. If it wasn’t for the fact, the sister had been promised to someone else, we would’ve ended up with her, but we didn’t and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Happy Birthday Beautiful Bluey.