And then there was three

About Soph Hearts 


Hi Little Tinkablee and thank you for having me! I’m a lifestyle blogger over at sophhearts.com where I cover everything from my best beauty buys to travel and style. Although I cover a whole range of topics, I rarely talk about something very special to me, my little cat. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to! 


How It Happened 

Evie wasn’t planned. My previous job allowed us two days off work per year for actionteering: Charity or giving back to the community. My friend and I decided to volunteer at the local Cats Protection.

“What’s better than skipping work to cuddle animals? “

On the first morning, my partner J literally joked ‘don’t come back with any presents’. Well, you can predict where I’m going with this, right?! 

“Cats Protection do such wonderful work. “

The number of cats with background stories is shocking. At this point I’d have identified more as a dog person, we’ve always had plans to get a puppy and still do actually! There were so many lovely animals though, that it was difficult not to want to take them all home.

On my second day, I was introduced to a kitten called Madeline who wasn’t quite old enough for them to advertise as adoptable. As soon as I gave her fuss she licked my hands and meowed for more attention. It sounds pretty crazy but I felt as though we had an instant bond, her big eyes were just saying ‘take me home’.

J took a little persuading, but he eventually agreed to come and visit with me. I had my heart set on adopting her, so thankfully she bonded with him just as quickly and sold him on the whole idea. 

So that was that. Cats Protection are fantastic in making sure that all of their animals are micro-chipped and up to date with jabs. We put a reserve on her and went back a couple of weeks later, after the house had been kitten-proofed. Her adoption fee was around £60 which supports the charity further. To us, she didn’t look like a Madeline in the slightest, so we renamed her Evie and I hope you’ll agree that it suits her better. 

How To Support Cats Protection For Free

If you’re anything like me then actually volunteering at Cats Protection could be problematic. Thank goodness I only signed up for two days or who knows how many cats I’d have by now! As part of my new blog category ‘Planet Friendly Living‘, I briefly discuss recycling through Cats Protection as a way to reduce waste. They accept a whole range of rubbish from crisp packets to toothpaste tubes which they send off to TerraCycle in exchange for donations. If you wanted to get involved, please have a look at the things they accept to Terracycle. Supermarkets like Tesco host drop off points for them, so it’s super easy to donate and turn your rubbish into money for charity! 
I hope you like the feature and please do let me know if you need anything else!
Best,

Soph Hearts

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Where’s Timmy?

Today’s post was written by Danielle Calloway a name you may recognise her name from her previous guest post on my blog called: The Unsung Furry Hero

(This isn’t “Timmy”. This is a random picture of a local Tomcat that comes by).

Somehow my patio ended up being a safe-house for single mommy cats with their young.  Stray cats must’ve had a bulletin board with postings where the safe houses were.  Some came while pregnant, I’d feed and water them, then when they had their kittens, they’d take them somewhere else. 

I do feel the need to put a disclaimer here: I am not a cat person.  However, the cats seemed to know I couldn’t refuse an animal in need, and they thoroughly took advantage of the situation.

Once a mama cat came with her two, very young, kittens and set up home in a sheltered corner of my patio.  I took out the bowls, set them in the shade, and told her, “You are welcome to stay until your young ones are ready to be on their own.”

Every morning I drank my coffee on the patio and Mama Cat proudly showed off her kittens, although she wouldn’t let me touch or play with them.  Every time they tried, she’d swat them and glare at me. 

One day I heard a knock on my screen door.  Going to the door, I looked out and saw Mama Cat staring up at me.  She quickly ran away.  Shrugging my shoulders, I went back to the kitchen.  Mama Cat knocked again.  As soon as I walked up to the door, she ran away.

“Really, now,” I said, “Ditch doorbell is not a nice game to play.  What do you want? You have food and water and I’m not giving you more milk until later.”

She ran up to the door, swatted it, and ran off again.

“What is it Lassie?  Did Timmy fall into the well?  Or maybe into the pond?” I sarcastically asked.  “Where’s Timmy?”

Smirking at the idea that Mama Cat miraculously turned into Lassie, I followed her to the corner of my patio, where there was a narrow opening between the two houses.  She stared into the dark crevice.

I bent down and looked where she was staring and saw the tip of a tiny tail.

Astounded, I said, “Wow, you really did show me where Timmy is.”

Since it was dark in there, I needed a flashlight to access the situation.  When I got up to walk back into the house, Mama Cat grabbed onto my leg and wouldn’t let it go.  “I’ll be right back, I don’t have cat eyes like yours, I need help.”

She waited at the screen door for me to return and led me back to the kitten, who I will forever refer to as Timmy.

Shedding light on the situation, I saw poor Timmy in a precarious situation.  Stuck between two walls, he couldn’t turn around.  He couldn’t go forward on the ledge unless he wanted to fall one story down and be forever stuck between the two houses. 

Talking softly, I slowly reached in and Timmy, frightened, lunged forward and almost fell headfirst to his death.  Backing my hand out, I said to Mama Cat.  “We have three options, I pull him out by his tail, I try to get him out and he falls to his death, or we leave him there until he figures out how to back out all by himself.”

Mama Cat didn’t want him falling and she, like me, didn’t have much confidence that Timmy would figure out reverse any time soon.  And, being a mama, she wanted him out NOW. 

I, again, put my hand in and grabbed his tail.  With one sharp yank, and a yowl from Timmy, I pulled him to safety.

Timmy arched his back and spat at me. 

Mama Cat smacked him across the face, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and trotted off to their corner.

Timmy never wanted to play with me after that, forever resentful that I pulled his tail.  He never did thank me, either, for having saved his life.

In time they all left my patio and new cats moved in.  Timmy is the only one I ever named.

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My Willow Heart

Today’s story is written by the amazing Chloe. Here’s a little about her and her cat Willow before we get stuck into her pet story.

My name is Chloe and I run a blog about mental health, eating disorder recovery and wellness. I’m from the north of Ireland and have been blogging over on Nyxie’x Nook for just under 3 months now. I love all animals but my my cat wins, hands down! Animals are such therapy, and love us far more than people ever could. Everyone says that their pet is perfect, the joy in that being that no one is wrong.

Will is a long haired tortoise shell cat that my partner and I adopted in September 2018. We’re not sure of her age or origins, we’re guessing she’s between 5-7 years old, and all we know is that she spent 4 years in the shelter.

She’s a lazy cat as far as cats go. We’ve tried playing with her with numerous toys but she prefers to sleep or watch birds that actually do much moving. Jackson Galaxy once said that every cat plays, you just need to find what they love, well Willow loves to sleep! And there’s just no way we’re changing that.

My partner and I had wanted a pet for some time after purchasing our first home in May 2019. A dog was too much work and honestly I wouldn’t be able to give a dog the attention they need. I would feel bad that he or she would be inside all day and if outside additional fencing would have been needed.

We took drive up to the local animal shelter on the 8th of September 2018 (my birthday), and had a look at what they had to offer.

We never intended to find a pet that day. It had been a bad day and I just wanted to see animals to help me calm down. We stepped into the cattery side of the shelter and almost immediately willow was pawing at the window on her door.

We stepped into the room (to this day we aren’t sure if we were meant to, but oh well) and Willow was rubbing herself around our ankles and sniffing our faces. When her room mate (Pixie) came over for a cuddle she quickly shooed her away with the swipe of her paw. We knew then and there that she was ours. My partner went and spoke to the coordinator of the shelter later that week, we had a quick home visit and on the 18th of September, Willow came to her forever home!

Now Willow is very much the queen of the house. She not only buts us awake at 6am (or earlier) every morning for food, but she also takes great pleasure in leading us downstairs or into the kitchen all day, everyday.

I was never really a cat person, although I admired them from afar, but since bringing Willow home I have become a full blown cat lady, in love with all the furry felines of the world.

Willow has her very own segment every Wednesday on Chloe’s Facebook Page, Twitter and Instagram! If you’d like to follow Chloe on twitter click on her username ‘ @nyxiesnook and you’ll be directed to her twitter account!

*I just want to remind people that they should go to a shelter instead of buying because there are so many cats and dogs that need homes!


^ Chloe also wanted me to add a little message, which I personally back up 100%.

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