The Cat Diaries

[False_Dragon]

Mwhuahua hua, my evil plan worked the title got changed... :devil: See if you read this first post you'll notice the dangers of getting drunk and thinking philosophy.

Thinking about it, the title is quite apt for this diary thread, because like the dawn of a new day rises a new post, and with new and interesting things to say and do. So like the dawn i hope to shine my particular brand of sunshine over you friendly bunch of people.

Where to begin, analogies aside, I guess i should start with a name. What is in a name? A truth? An identity? A question of self respect? Or merely namesake as like namesake is. Hmm, identity is a concept fraught with misconceptions and idealisms, social standings and crises.

My name is Trystan Davey, I live in a remote mining village in Cornwall England. I am 18. I turn 19 this month. I am a wotist, and love the Wheel of Time. I read books. I play video games. Passing the time with hopeless cause of fantasies neither here nor there. Star Wars appeals to me too.

I used to live in Australia, goddamn best place on Earth. But had to move to England because my family moved. That's not fair really, i was born in Cornwall, but when i was 7 we moved to Australia. Sad, i lose friends twice for the same reason.

So here i am, in England.

Hmm, not much for a first post, but i'll have to continue again, i lost my train of thought...

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Before i ramble on about my day at work, i have to tell you where i work, for you to understand. I work weekdays and weekends (though not technically weekdays) at the Cats Protection League. Which is basically a cat shelter. We take in unwanted cats, and rehome them. It's a great job, i love cats and i especially like being around and looking after them. I get to do something i love, and get paid for it! :D Aren't i lucky? I also just happen to have the most awesome boss ever.

About a few months ago, a female cat was brought in called "Tilly" beautiful tortoiseshell. She was about three years old. One major problem. She was as violent as recently shaved cat on adrenal stimulants... No one could go near her, not the boss, not the children that com in run-around and act like twats.

So i mad the decision to talk to her, and try to calm her down. Hell, noone else was prepared to do it. (and we have over 50 volunteers listed! though only about 10 come in!)

She was very hard work. Then suddenly a volunteer came in, and sat down in her pen not doing anything. Did it for about a week, and ended up making her worse. (to be fair i have a crush on her :blush: and haven't seen her for ages! :cry: )

We tried giving her a walk in the run adjacent to the pens, (I tried that on another violent this time male cat, and it worked spectacularly!) But She didn't want to go anywhere. Apparently she was like this at catteries anyway.

SO i tried talking to her and cooing to her from outside her cabin (glass door, so she can see me and hear me, but still feel relatively safe.) Eventually i was able to open the glass door and do it, but it took over a week. She would still swipe at me and anyone else, but she did settle down, a little.

Then the boss came up with an idea. The feather. Basically, it's where you use a feather to stroke a cat, without the cat feeling so threatened, and for you to be out of harms reach if things went wrong. I had read about it somewhere before but I was sceptical, I had never used this before. I just didn't see how it could work. Eventually i relented, and the boss shoved a feather in my hand (she wasn't going to risk her own hand, biatch!).

For long hard weeks i worked, getting cut, bitten and bruised (from flinging my arm backwards to escape her terrible wrath lol). The boss shaking her head, "what are we going to do, she'll never find a home". Which really is a depressing thought because we have a good turnover every month, and Tilly was ruining it, we so badly wanted a home for her, and it was really sad seeing a cat like this.

It took awhile, but she eventually became really settled. After two weeks i could sneak a pat of the hand, then eventually she just let me continue without the feather. Even though she was really grumpy she still allowed you to pat her. And she would give the odd swipe now and then.

I DID IT!!. But not without a price. She still hated everyone else. lol. :D

In the end i fell completly in love with her :love: (not like that, you sick bastards). And then all of a sudden someone wanted to take her home. And thus comes to the point of todays post. What happened today at work. A sad, yet unbelievably happy moment. Tilly would have a home my favourite cat would have a home. I was overjoyed. And heartbroken.

I carried the new owners carry basket from reception towards Tilly's pen. Then i became horrified, scared to the bone. Not just for me, but for the stress it would cause Tilly. She HATES being picked up. She turns psycho rambo on psuedo-steroids. So i had to try something. It would make me even more upset, but i had to do it. I had to have complete trust in Tilly for this, and she in me. I had to ask her. I had to ask her to walk into the basket.

I approached the pen, tears stinging my eyes, gently cooing and talking. I told her it was time, it was her time now, and she had to get in the basket...















































And she did.

She walked into that basket like a Queen. As soon as she was in she started purring and rolling round. If i didn't know any better, i'd say she knew and was excited to go (i even said that to my Boss, but she just looked at me really strangely:confused:). Her new owner picked her up in the basket, said her thanks, as did we, and Tilly left in her new owners car.

I told my boss what happened in the pen. And she just looked at me dumbfounded. Here was someone who had been in the animal care industry 15+ years, and was looking at me like i had told her the most shocking thing in all her career. huh, figures i guess. She called me "the cat whisperer". And you know what? I liked it.

A sad day. A joyous day. A day to be fondly remembered...




...I did my job, and some say i did it well, but i would say that i just did it.

[False_Dragon]

Long post. In retrospect i probably shouldn't of been so, say... melodramatic? In the end it works out though, it tells my story.

We got word from the woman who took Tilly home, the bloody thing was purring her heart out and rolling everywhere, being the nicest cat. ever. You never can tell sometimes.

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EDITED for censorship reasons.. ;)

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EDITED for even more censorship reasons ;)

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Ok, now here's a good one. Because where i work is a charity we often recieve donations from the public. And today we did. The organiser for the centre wasn't there, and she's the one who sorts through the donations to see what's good and what's not, what goes to the Cats Protection shop and the bin. She wasn't there, but i was. So at lunch break i started to go through the countless bags.

I found a book. A novel. With naked people on the front. I picked it up and started to flick through it... (I'm a man, so sue me!)

Oh boy, was it graphic! Graphic with a capital G R A P H I C!!! My boss wanted to know why my face was red and why i was making funny noises... She said something about dirty videos, i said something about a dirty book.

Then another co-worker wanted to know what the fuss was about. So My boss took the book off me, and started to read it to us!!!

:D:D:D:D

wow.

;) :toussel: :blush: :cry:

So many smilies, not enough...

Then she gave it back, made a comment about me having a hard-on, and then asked how much it cost. I said a fiver, and she said "not bad, five quid for getting off!"

wow...

What a goddess. So she stole the book from the donations and took it home (about five metres) to read to her boyfriend. :confused:

Like, the most awesome boss. EVAR!

Still, i got a self unfolding calculator from the donations!

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maybe i should re-name the post "The cat diaries"...


Yes, yes i shall... (if i can :2eyes:)

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So that didn't work...

Can Admins or Mods do it i wonder?... PM me... please... all of a sudden i hate its current title...

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GRRRR, i think i may have been drunk and in a philosophical mood when i wrote the title...

*checks first thread* Yep.

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Nothing to report today folks. It's now Friday and i'm almost at the end of a two-day break from work... I rarely get more than two days off in a week, and never get two days off in a row. So here's to me :cheers:

Now, tomorrow, back at work... We're holding an Open day! So, if you're in Cornwall and happen to be passing by come and pop in!

I shall report on the happenings of tomorrow.

[False_Dragon]

The grand day, the efforts to which we have striven these past months!
It went really well, but in the beginning....

The grey clouds loomed ominously, as FD was awoken from his slumber by a repetitively grating alarm. Grabbing the rail of the bunk-bed he forcibly pulled himself down to the sodden clothe-strewn floor. Looking out the window, he said something profound, and deeply meaningful; "Oh, shit"

7:00-So, damn, it was 7 in the morning and it was raining. I got up, got ready for work and left on my bike.

8:05-It's roughly 4 miles to work, 3 to the bottom of a great hill, and a further mile up the hill to work. When it's raining it seems a bit longer.

8:20-The road i take to work was closed, had to go around another mile in the rain:dozey: .

8:40-Start work, cleaning out pens.

8:55-Replacing a cat basket while cleaning i walked on my boss talking to the assistant manager. My boss was quite visibly upset...

11:00-Finished cleaning, by this time the place was filling up with people setting up their stalls.

11:15-I was offered some free food by one of the volunteers stalls, when my boss found out and put me on a guilt trip. I spend two pounds(£2) and gave it to the charity to redeem myself...

11:46-I find out that one of the kittens doesn't have a name, and that a lottery is up for it's name. 50p per name entry. I enter "Mazrim Taim" (heh:D) as it's name. But place in a pound(£1). The kitten itself is playful, but really scabby looking!.

12:00-stand around with colleagues waiting to be asked questions about Cats. Place is packed. whew.

12:05-place another pound in the cat name entry, and place in three more entries of "Mazrim Taim"

2:00-Not much else has happened, except for some harmless flirting with a colleague

2:05-I've ended up placing £7.50 on the name lottery... hope it gets my name. So that would be 15 entries of "Mazrim Taim"

2:55-Name lottery is called at 3:00, me nervous.

2:56-Call out the last minutes of a raffle... still awaiting the name lottery.

2:56-Annoy my boss about calling the name out.

2:58-She's laughing at me. She just found out how much money i spent on the name lottery. GRRRR :grumbles:

2:59-Raffle is called out. Boss is still laughing at me.

3:15-Raffle takes 15 minutes, boss is almost rolling on the floor, yes, still laughing.

3:16-Finally! Boss picks two kids from the crowd to pick name from the hat.

3:16:55-Name is called.... "Scabby"

3:16:59-"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

3:17-Unanimously agreed by the crowd for a redraw!

3:18-"Denzel"

3:18:02-"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEECOUNT!

Didn't happen. I spent £7.50 on a name... and the bloody cat didn't get it! GRRR, so i accused the boss of rigging it. SHe's laughing so hard now i'm wondering how she can still breathe... :confused:

The ultimate irony of this is that the woman who wrote down "Denzel" was the mother of this other woman/colleague whom i'm beginning to fancy...

I hope she thinks i wasn't rude.

So there you go. The Open Day.:D

[False_Dragon]

Well... Birthday day!

Had a lot of surprises this last week. I have what you could call a girlfriend! Not the girl from work either! :love:

I now have 3 days off work! (a record) :D

now, there's not much else to say really..:p

[False_Dragon]

OMG!!! I just got a whole other day off work!!!

Plus i'v got the Star Wars Trilogy on DVD today...!!!

Film fest. Yesssssssssssssssss

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Bastards... MORE CENSORSHIP.

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Bah. My dad.

Grr.

I'm depressed. on my last day off work. fuck-ing-hell.

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EDITED... It's all stupid stuff anyway.

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I've had a realisation. Man, this week has been a motherfucking rollercoaster ride. And i'm still on the way down. Yeah, all the way down ta fucking hell.

I had what they call an epiphany. A realisation. I know what i have to do. It hurts, inside. It hurts real bad. But i have to do this. For my sake, as well as others.

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You know, hindsight is a wonderful thing. To have that benefit in the present is a godsend. But you have to see through what you want. Have to see through what others want. To do what is best for everyone.

To my honor, i hurt, but it must be done.

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BACK TO WORK!:D for 4 hours...:dozey:

I GOT MONEY! I finally got paid for my 201% amount of overtime i did last month... weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....


Lotslotsalotsalotsa money!

In any case i know what i'm going to do! Go on holiday! Far away from England.

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Australia. My home. Whether it adopted me, or i it, it's still my home. That is where i'll go on holiday. Back to Gosford, Central coast, NSW.

See all my mates. Like Stephanie, Steph, Alan, Megan, Heath, Grant, Natalie, Keiran, Neil, Luke, Eric, Sammy, Curry, Fiona, Bec, Samford, Leslie...

And apologise and ask for forgiveness from others.

I can't wait to be back in Gosford.!!

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Back at work... interesting day. The veterinary surgeon came round today for checkups and vaccinations... (Vet run we call it).

It lasted an hour and a half. We had about 20 cats too get vacced and checked up. then as we were packing up i noticed a bloody balls sac on one of the kittens (nuetured last week). So i told the vet, rushed him back to our treatment room and involved some basic emergency surgery that lasted a half hour.

It was fat potruding through the sac, stopping the wound from castration to heal. We had to remove it, to prevent infection....
We didn't have any anaesthetic either, so we had to hold the poor kittie down. While he was bleeding from his rear end. I got blood all over my arm, and the table was covered with it.

So, an interesting day.

[False_Dragon]

Hmm, life is full of discoveries... I can't help but feel i'm going to end up alone my whole life. Funny, someone said she loved me, but i knew the truth, i sent her off in the right direction (i hope) and now perhaps she knows who she really loves. I'm happy for her, i knew this would be the eventual outcome, she just needed a nudge, and i gave her that...

So why do i feel so alone?

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A friend recently put me onto a Christian book series called Left Behind. I find it an entertaining read and also appreciate it's values...

I'm not christian, i do like the ideals of it, not just life after death but the respecting and loving all peoples.

I am struggling with the fact that there may be a God. Not because it's so fantastic, but because i do not feel comfortable with the idea. I don't feel comfortable with church either. If you want to pray and accept God, why box yourself out from his world? Why not climb a mountain and pray up there?

And there are also things that just don't add up. Plenty of contradictions in the bible, and things that i have experienced.

My brother tries to Astral project. It seems real enough, and his intentions are good. Yet many bible worshippers state that this kind of activity leads to or is "the occult" and "satanism"

Christianity seems very extreme in some cases, such as trying to convert other people. If they do not believe, why not leave them to themselves. If they have a firm belief on something they aren't going to budge. I just do not feel comfortable with imposing religious values on other people, in fact i openly detest it.

Now see, this all would seem very open and shut a "i'm athiest lets go laugh at christians" sort of thing.

But i feel that there's something more... and then there's something that happened years ago... that baffles me to this day.

Years ago, i would have called myself a Christian. I didn't follow beliefs, but i believed in god, or thought i did. One day my cat went missing. A day turned into two, two into a week. After a week and a half of my beautiful cat dissapearing i decided to turn to god for help and guidance. That night i prayed the hardest i had ever done, ever. I wept, quite openly, praying that if God could bring my cat back, i would be the best christian ever, i would follow in Jesus' footsteps, and be the best.

Needless to say, it was a fruitless quest, something that could never possibly happen. But the next day i woke for school, i felt refreshed. Upset but refreshed. As i was getting changed i heard my dad calling me. I couldn't hear so i opened the door. I shouted "what?" and you know something, he said the darndest thing.

"Your cat's come back, she's under my van, can you move her please?"

Like what the fuck? Now that is just too motherfucking weird. I expected her to be dead. Cats often go off somewhere quite to die, away from people. but after a week and a half, she had come back. The morning after i had prayed. weird huh?

Anyway, i neglected what i said in my prayers, taking my cat and to some God for granted again, and she dissapeared again. That was 4 or so years ago. Now i'm in a completely different country unkown to whether she's alive or not.

So i dunno, what does this mean? Do i have any christian readers out there? I need a little help i think, on whether this whole god thing is real.

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I'm a bit further on my way now, i do believe in God, but i'm still struggling to find my feet. Thanks to some kind words i have been nudged a tad in the right direction. To that person, i say thankyou.

But i'm still not ready to go the whole way yet. I don't know enough. And i don't think i will, ever, not until that moment where i transcend, or die.

There's still a lot of things i don't like. Church. It's a nice place, really. But i don't want people telling me what i should know. I'd rather find out for myself.

It was said that there is no place unholy on earth, that earth is God's church. I like that. If God is everywhere, why should church be extra special? I want to see God, in all His glory... not in a church where someone tells me what to see, i want to see for myself. I want to see the truth.

Perhaps you won't understand what i'm talking about... To climb a mountain and look down back where you've came.... to fall asleep at the beach, listening to the waves... Standing on a cliff face watching the sun refract off the blue ocean like lots of diamonds.... That is God. Why should i box myself away from him?










I also had an interesting dream last night... Israel bombed my country with tactical nuclear warheads fired by specially equiped fighters... then i was jumping when the shockwaves came with my brother to see how far it would push us... whoa, fucked up eh?

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Damn, i still think that was a weird dream!

I was in charge of the Cat shelter yesterday... apart from the managerial duties, i ended up spending the whole day talking to Lucy...:D

Fun fun fun.

Still, what a fucked up dream!

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Last night, for the first time in years, i prayed. I can't remember what it was like because i was almost blind drunk.. my bad. But i prayed!:D

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I hadn't prayed for two days after that, but last night i did... I didn't feel any different.

Today, my mums kitten got his balls cut off. Now he's all dozey:dozey: The other cats must be laughing at him really hard...

I really hate it when someone says something and i know they're wrong... In fact i feel embarrased for them. Like in the videogaming thread. Laughing Turtle said he knew what was right and asked me to explain what i said. It almost sounded like he was having a go at me... but i sat down and made a logical argument.. AND HE'S NOT EVEN ONLINE...

I don't know him, i'm sure he's a great guy... but he's got me so frustrated i'm fidgety...

ah well.

Fable comes out tomorrow... YES!

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FABLE is awesome.

Work keeps geting better and better. I now have higher responsibilities in the management of the shelter. Soon i'll be able to fill out the paperwork and all such responsibilities and rights for rehoming cats. hard work, but Clare-boss-goddess said that i'm the only assistant who's been allowed to do this. She obviously trusts me enough, and respects me enough to be able to do it.

My hand was covered in blood now, because i tried to prevent a major fight between two fucking cats. one was my cat. I stupidly put my hand between them, and subsequently got my hand ripped to shreds. it's not bleeding too bad now. Should be ok, but i think it reached the muscle layer on my right pinkie finger... ow, ow, ow.

On another note, this weekend i have the option of going to a christian youth group. There are two, one's for under 20's, (i'm 19) the other's for over 20's. I have the option of going to either. the U 20's isn't as serious as the other, but i'm not sure i want to get so serious all so suddenly. Feedback would be appreciated here.

anywho, that's it for now.

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I think i'm losing valuable listeners... and as such, media exposure. So, if you do read this boring, intellectually stimulating, absolutely fantastically fun fun fun thread, SPREAD THE WORD!:D

Thankyou.

Today, i walked into a pen full of teeming kittens. I subsequently was turned into a climbing scaffold. I'm not bleeding...

...too bad.

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So much for my vaunted listeners... :dozey:

Ok, so the Shelter co-ordinator is having a hip replacement operation today... she had bad arthritis in her hip for awhile, now it's a godsend to her, as it was getting really bad... She'd be on painkillers when ever she came in... Some how i doubt that being doped up to the eyeballs with morhine while driving is entirely a healthy thing to do..

Ssubsequently, we have been asked to take in one of her disabled cats that needs 24/7 care. The Kitten has a condition called Cerebellar Hypoplasia... this effectively means that the kittens cerebellum has not formed completely. This means the kitten cannot walk properly, but it will always have violent tremors when it tries to move...

It shocked me to see for the first time...

Sad news: Tilly, the violent cat from awhile back... she was put down. Because the fucking new owner couldn't be bothere to a) take out insurance first... and b) when the time came, refused to pay for veterinary treatment... so a three weeks later... when she was nothing but skin and bones, the vet had to put her down...

FUCKING PEOPLE. Do they not know how to care for animals? If a cat is sick, a cat is sick, then go fucking get it treated... Would you not be willing to pay hundreds of pounds/dollars/yen/mark fucking whatever, if you were sick? So why the fuck is a cat any different.

People like that should all just die.