Well it’s been a long time since I’ve written
anything. It’s not for want of
trying. I keep trying to tell my mom
what to write, but she’s busy and keeps saying she’ll write later. Many things have happened; Jasmine House has
had visitors staying and lots of people for meals. One day there was a really big party – about forty
people. I thought it better to make
myself scarce, in case they were not all cat-friendly, but then one of my mom’s
helpers put little dishes of olives, crisps and tzatsiki on small tables they’d
put around the terrace. There was one
table under the olive tree – it was still quite hot – and I waited my chance
when I thought no one was looking. I don’t
really care for human food, but I find anything with yoghurt irresistible. So I jumped carefully onto the table, so as
not to make any noise and I’d just got my nose in the dish, when someone
spotted me and yelled. They made a big
fuss about me eating from a human plate and my mom came and took the whole dish
inside. I thought maybe I’d be able to
have some later… But I wasn’t allowed even
a tiny bit.
Now the weather is getting cooler, we’ve got lots more
cat visitors at our Kini Cat Café. It’s
not really cold, but most visitors have left and there’s not much food around
for the stray cats. I know what it’s
like to be hungry, so I never mind sharing, even when new kittens come into the
house. There’s always plenty of food for
us all. I’ll tell you about some of my
friends later, but now I’m going to finish my story…
I’m quite a big strong cat now, but when I tried to
get here from the beach, I was only small and had little legs. After my bad experiences with things on the
road, lack of food and feeling very tired, I plodded slowly up the hill to
where I had been told the Kini Cat Café was situated.
After a long, hard climb, I saw the second rubbish
bins and knew I was nearly there. A few
fat cats were scattered around, snoozing in the late afternoon heat. They didn’t take much notice of me, but then
dogs started barking. No one had told me
this was a café for dogs too and I was very scared.
I hid under the bin until I got my breath back and
tried to decide what to do. It was too
far to go back to the beach, but how was I going to get passed the dogs and
were they going to attack me. Dogs I’d
met so far on the beach hadn’t been that friendly, barking at me and trying to
chase me. Once, I even had to scrabble
up a small tree to get out of the way of a particularly yappy youngster.
Then I heard someone coming. I hid further under the bin, but she’d seen
me. She dropped her rubbish in the bin
and bent down to talk to me. I didn’t
know what to do. Should I be friendly,
or run away? But I was so tired; I didn’t
resist when she picked me up, carried me past the dogs and gave me to my new
mom, who was sitting on the veranda talking to a visitor. The visitor recognised me immediately and
told my mom she’d seen me on the beach.
I hoped if I was really good, purry and cuddly and kept my claws in, I’d
be allowed to stay.
In fact, it was even better than I’d hoped. I was given meat, biscuits and water and my
mom made a proper bed for me inside, so I wouldn’t get into trouble after
dark. The dogs came to say ‘hello’, they
were friendly too, I needn’t have worried about them and I’m so glad I didn’t
run back to the beach.
At first, I was the only young cat here and the only
inside cat. I tried to be friendly with
the other residents and mostly they were nice to me. One or two of them let me know my place, but
I didn’t mind.
Life is good here, at the Kini Cat Café.
