A Summer Nap with a Little Spice!

We always love the outdoors in my family.  We have had countless parties, suppers, and family time outdoors in various family gardens.  Everyone also loves naps.  And combining the outdoors and naps is always better.

One warm summer afternoon, my mum was doing just that – napping outside, in our garden.  Mum was enjoying her nap, she was slowly waking to a lovely purring sound from  her chest.  Now after having Trisha for over 20 years, one is use to hearing purring … no matter how long the cat has passed away.  This was after Trisha had passed away.

But of course we did not have a cat when mum heard the purring…  When mum gradually opened her eyes, she saw a long black fur coat.

The itty bitty alley kitty cat, Spice

The itty bitty alley kitty cat, Spice

As she came to her scenes, she realised the long black fur coat was in fact a cat. The cat’s head was wedged into the crook of mum’s neck, sucking her skin, its paws rhythmically kneading her tender flesh on her collar-bone.

The cat was an itty bitty black alley cat, one we had never seen before, had climbed over the fence into our garden, and instead of resting on the various garden furniture or in the jungle like garden bed, he choose to sleep on my mum’s chest burying his face in her neck.

From that instant on, and for everyday that past,  Spice -as the cat he came to be known- choose to be ours.

Spice protecting the house from big bad scary things.

Spice protecting the house from big bad scary things.

Spice was always an outdoor cat, he always came back and picked to be ours everyday, to love us and to protect me.  Instantaneously he became my protector, a total tough-rock protector from the time we met, when I was 6, until his death.  I always felt safe with him, even when he and I came onto a path with a Lynx.  That story will be explored at a later date.



The Evil White Cat on our Return from Disney

When I was 5 my parents took me to Florida for the first time.  It was over Christmas and was my first time ever going on a long road trip to a place, it seem to me was only for kids.  I of course mean Disney! I felt truly special.

We were in fact going to Florida to visit my grandparents, who always rented a condo on the beach in Cocoa Beach.  But it was still very exciting to me!  The memories of this vacation is so engrained in my mind, my imagination, into my very soul.  Those memories I will save for a later entry.

This story took place on our return from Disney.  We only had one cat at the time, Trisha.  Trisha was a white long hair cat, that my mum had saved as a kitten from being drowned by its un-wanting owner.  Trisha had been in our family for years before I was born.

Whilst we were away mum had arranged for her cousin to stay at our house to take care of Trisha.  On returning, mum walked in to our home first, her cousin greeting her warmly, when out of nowhere this big ball of white fur jumps into mum’s arms.

A close representation of Trisha, cannot seem to find a picture of Trisha

A close representation of Trisha, cannot seem to find a picture of Trisha

The white fur ball who was in mum’s arm was of course was Trisha, she climbed on to mum’s shoulder for a better hug, purring away.  Trisha took her head out of mum’s flaming red hair, she watched as dad and I walked into the foyer, seeing us for the first time in 2 weeks, she hist and batted with her paw claws out at dad and me.

Clearly no matter what, Trisha only cared for mum, perhaps she remembered being saved by mum.  Perhaps she disliked me purely because, at my birth, I had taken away attention from her.  I have no clue why she would dislike dad.  Trisha died a few months later, and to be honest this is the only story, I was present for and remember of my own accord of Trisha.  However, I still love the story because it always makes me remember how much everyone loved my mum, even grumpy old cats who only loved my mum.



Wicked Bunny Rabbit

After Yuki my first rabbit died, I experienced a great void.  A rabbit is a silly little thing, that is unique in the animal kingdom.  They always remind me of unicorns.  It seem so unlikely that they should exist; even more unlikely that they should be perfectly adapted for human contact.  I waited two years until my search began for a new rabbit, out of respect for Yuki.

During those 2 years I had traveled and started University.  I was 20 years old, and about to move out into a my own apartment!  I had experienced the love Yuki had for the freedom of the outdoors and love she had for me as a result, so I actually did research on what was required for a free range house bunny.  I was convinced I could litter train a bunny.

I browsed for rabbits on the SPCA website.  I wanted to adopt, there I found a bunny named Jazz, a sweet little Japanese Harlequin Rabbit.  I could not wait, it was still a month until I officially moved in, but I fell in love with this rabbit.  I needed him!  He was perfect!  I was so worried he would be adopted before I could adopt him.  As luck would have it, I received a call from my landlord that night, he told me I would be able to get the keys to the apartment early to paint.

Gaston Curious Nature Looking On

Gaston Curious Nature Looking On

I picked up the keys, and then went straight to the SPCA to get Jazz.  I renamed Jazz, Gaston Lachaille.  The first night, we slept on the floor together.  My furniture was not to arrive for a while, I was not really meant to be living in the apartment yet, only painting so I slept on a blow up mattress for weeks.  Gaston was so loving from the start!  He brilliantly understood the concept of potty training.  It was rewarding to get a rabbit from the SPCA and the animal be perfect!

That was until Gaston met my mum …

My mum met Gaston and said to me, “He does not look like a regular rabbit he looks odd, he has a big nose!”  How rude!  Mum had been use to my Yuki, and she had her own rabbit Coco, a floppy chocolate colour bunny.  Gaston was a very different breed, from both Yuki and Coco.

I really did not mind mum’s comment about Gaston.  But it seems Gaston did!  One would never think a rabbit is capable of understanding a human or that a rabbit would be vengeful.  But Gaston certainly is!

No more than 10 minutes after mum’s comment did Gaston trip my mother, or in his view the women that call him odd!  Gaston has never ever, in the 6 years since then, ever tripped me, my dad or a guest!  He tripped my mum almost every time she visited.  Each time it happened, my mum would call him a stupid bunny, so Gaston would trip her again.

It was not simply tripping, Gaston was so determined and well placed, it would make her fall.  The only time I have ever seen Gaston with so much determination, forethought and pure evilness, is when he tries to scare the cats when they visit my apartment, but that’s another story for another time.

Mum who so loved banana peel gags, certainly did not appreciate Gaston wicked humour when directed at her.

Loving Cuddles

Loving Cuddles

Although I can see Gaston’s wicked nature he has to others who are cruel to him or at times simply because I think he wants a bunny laugh, he has always been sweet and loving to me. To those thinking of getting a rabbit, I highly recommend them, they have such personalities, and can be right arse, which make them even more special.