Who’s stealing food from others?

What’s that delicious smell in the air? Someone deliberately ignored her food and left the hideaway to grab a bite from the large platter with raw chicken, which was actually the dinner for the two younger ones. It’s been ages since Anais has meddled with the raw treat plate of my other cats! She is obviously in a very positive mood 


And another step forward

Awesome, I just Anais eating outside of her hideaway for the time in bloody ages. She went into a cave of a scratcher earlier after she made it herself comfortable in one of the comfy beds at the heating (where I was also allowed to serve her food). She spent a couple of days in her cardboard box again, but was a good girl and always visited her loo under the bed if she had to relieve herself. Just a few minutes ago I served her dinner at the cave of the scratcher. Some of the food was left, which was simply a bit further away from her. She usually never dares to stick out her head a little more to finish her portion, so that I turn the bowl around after a while. But I just came into the living room and saw her standing in front of the scratcher, finishing her food.

Oh and now she jumped via the scratcher onto a cabinet with my TV on it. It seems like she’s got a good spot there, overviewing the area perfectly like cats prefer.

She was hiding in her cardboard box again the last couple of days, smart as she is, after I saw during one of our petting sessions that one of her ears does not look good at all from the inside. I quickly put some ointment in it, which was not as easy anymore as soon she noticed what’s going to happen. After all, I had to grab her in order to treat her ears. She didn’t like it and immediately peed again out of fear. I’m glad she’s recollected herself so quickly. Anais always has another surprise to show 🙂

Of course, I am going to consult the vet, but I got myself some backup with a chairwoman of another rescue since Anais’s rescue definitely want to put her down if she’s caught some sort of illness, which I would have to treat on a regular basis. That’s what Anais’s rescue said last year when I negotiated her place of grace to avoid her to be put down. Anais’s rescue seems to do its animal rescue work more on the paper than with a sound human mind.

I do definitely not want to badmouth rescue associations at all, but like with any sort of welfare you have good and useful ones and then those who are not as good and simply leave their foster care homes of their rescues alone in times of need. They didn’t want to help her when Anais had a breakdown after her ear treatment last year (psychological breakdown) and that seemed enough reason for this rescue wanting to simply kill her. Why did they bring her here then anyway? Anais was brought from Spain to my foster home in Germany. It is not unusual for such traumatised beings like Anais to need a lot of time to learn that not all humans are bad and would only cause harm. One year is in severe cases not enough at all. Then, her rescue refuses to move Anais to another foster home, where she could have more calm with fewer cats or they even refuse to put her up for adoption. They basically her brought her to my place to dump her and at best never to be seen again. Ok, in the beginning, I said, before Anais moved in, if it goes well with my own cats and she can start to live a normal life, here again, I wouldn’t want to take that from her considering she was already 10 years old when she moved in. But it hasn’t worked out so well with my own cats. In the end, Anais lives with me according to the given circumstances, even if they are not the best for her, but she would be dead otherwise. And she’s clearly shown that she does want to live. When I broke my arm last year, I received no help of her rescue. I couldn’t open the food cans for any cat here with one hand and not even provide for myself. I asked the rescue to ask for donations or sponsorship to help with the expenses of her special dietary food. They refused because there were other animals who also needed help. If I needed donations I shall collect them myself, they said. I never even hear of Anais’s rescue. They never ask how she is doing. They neither check her blog here or her Facebook page, as ‘they have too much other stuff to do’ like they said. Over the course of time, I had to learn that I am not the only foster care who is left alone by the regarding rescue. There are good rescues out there, who help you in need, also with further extra expenses you may have as a foster home, and then there are these, who rather not look back once they’ve dumped a rescue pet at a new place and if you try to get them to help you, they cry over their own problems because theirs are worse – which is not very helpful when you sit helplessly in your own place, not knowing how to replace the completely peed sofa at some point or other things that are damaged during the stay of a foster animal and not even knowing how to cover the expenses of such special dietary food when you have only little funds per month yourself, making it hard to provide yourself with the basics such as food (I am an allergic myself). It is hardly fair to leave a foster home like me with expenses of 90-100€ per month for the rescued foster pet (which is the case with Anais) and refusing any possible help.

We found a new spot!

Look, I came out today, just for you, just to tell you something. Actually, I’ve been totally ready to come out from under the bed all morning, but I was waiting for mumsy to finish a picture for my hero shop. You know, if you buy something at my hero shop, you donate to me at the same time, so that my mumsy can buy my special dietary food. The rescue who moved me to my foster mumsy has stopped caring about me and doesn’t want to help my mumsy with the expensive food 😥 She is often very sad about that. I heard you have not such a precious dress like me and have to change what you wear. You can get T-Shirts with a picture of myself at my shop. Why don’t you just quickly visit my hero shop

I’m sure there’s something of your liking in my shop

Time to heal

Anais is still doing pretty fine. She has been out from her hideaway for a few days either in the living room or in a transport box in the hallway. Unfortunately, I cannot further train touching her when she sits in the cardboard box. But she was at least to be found somewhere else than under the bed. At this moment she’s cuddled up under the bed again, waits for spring to arrive and hugely welcomes further love and cuddles by me.

Since her rescue has left us alone, I do unfortunately have to keep on begging for donations, since I cannot cover the expenses for her special dietary food, as Anais is not only traumatised but also an allergic. As soon I can, I am going to take her over from that shitty rescue. To be fair, who is not very interested in a being during bad times, has barely any honest interest in a being during good times. Anais simply needs a lot of time to heal from the wounds mad humans left behind in her soul.


A small visit to the outer world

It is Sunday, the sun is shining and Anais thought to leave her cardboard box in the living room to check out other spots out of the ordinary. She meant to lay down at the window seat, but felt irritated by the blinds, so that she apparently thought she couldn’t get there. Unfortunately, her visit to the outer world of her cardboard box did not last as long as my Tony was convinced she is a toy and not a breathing being. But it’s a start and Anais only needs to dare to defend her spot if she wants to keep it.

She’s beginning to enjoy my love

Last night during one of our new lengthy petting sessions something truly wonderful happened. It wasn’t only that Anais quickly laid her head in my hand and asked to be touched there, literally pressed her forehead firmly into my thumb and properly purred. I was allowed to touch her entire body, gently ran my fingers down her back, softly touched her tummy – of a sudden, she turned her tummy towards me and purred even more, partly even like a pigeon. In her joy, she moved around vividly from one side to another in her bed and couldn’t stop wanting to be touched more and more at her tummy. I found it a bit unusual since most cats do not like to be touched at their tummies. But Anais does apparently really love it. She could hardly get enough. On the other hand, if a cat shows her tummy to a human, she signalises that it trusts this human. I’m so proud of this small lady ❤ I’d never have thought she’d actually start to enjoy being touched as much.

After a while, she had enough, but she had to press her small head into my hand again. Her claws gently grabbed my hand and at some point, she owned my hand. She put one paw above my hand, laid her head to rest in my hand and let me pet her further with the few available fingers she left me.

This morning she sat wide awake under the coffee table in the living room. My Emily laid a bit away in front of her, completely relaxed and I didn’t even hear any cat growls or hissing beforehand which would have to let me assume someone didn’t agree with Anais sitting there. On the weekend she sat in her carton box in the living room again. But she went to the loo under the bed (yes, I really have to put up one for her there, else she is untidy at present) and had her breakfast afterwards under the bed. As soon she was finished with her food, she slowly went back into the living room into her cardboard box.

Ok, unfortunately all of these personal developments of Anais are only possible with meds, but it does at least give her some quality in life again and the opportunity to learn that a human hand can also show her nothing but love ❤

The biggest surprise no one would have expected

OMG!!!! Huge step forward!!!! Anais was just sitting in her bed so relaxed, I thought I give it a try to touch her. It already worked two times shortly in the past weeks. She’d hiss a bit, but once she noticed I wouldn’t harm her, she eventually gave in and started to enjoy it. Just a few moments ago it was pretty much the same and she did something she’s never done before when someone dared to touch her – she purred!!!!!! You can hear it in the video, sorry for the bad quality though. I was shaking out of excitement 😀

At last… I hope, we can keep this up. thank you little one for finally opening your heart a bit  This is beyond my expectation, I have not expected anything of her. Sorry for the poor quality of the video, but I had to catch this moment.

Something is changing…

Oooooh….. Anais slowly went from under the bed in the bedroom under the table in the living room, when I wanted to clean her loo under the bed. There she sat then, didn’t return under the bed, so I put her food bowl there in front of her. She has not touched it yet. She probably doesn’t dare to yet or is still too excited. But right now in this very moment, something is happening. It is dark, it is quiet, I hear how the lady is slowly coming out under the table and begins to examine the cushions in front of the heating nearby. At first, she slowly went to one of those beds, then to another new one I recently got with a voucher and now I can hear how she’s kneading the cushion there. In the dark, I can definitely recognise a small hill of a cat lying on that bed. My other cats are currently not in that area, so she’s alone, which is apparently the reason why she dares to look around a bit for another comfy spot, which is by far better than sitting at the coffee table.

She hasn’t dared to do anything like that in a very long while. Usually, she’s remained under the coffee table in the living room or would simply return to her hideaway under the bed in the bedroom at the latest when it’s time for breakfast on the following day while I’m occupied to prepare breakfast for my own three cats.

It’s amazing to see how something appears to happen in a more positive way again. She’s been hiding predominantly under the bed for months to recollect herself after the stressful time with her ears last year.


Anais is a severely traumatised rescue cat, unfortunately, she belongs to a black sheep rescue among all those animal rescues out there. It is sad how some rescues deal with their rescued animals, which I definitely have to criticise here. They wanted to put her down last year when Anais had a complete psychological breakdown as she had a severe ear infection I had to treat. To be touched by a human is the worst for Anais – she is so afraid, that she starts to piss and shit herself. She’s been here since April 2015 and as she is difficult to treat when she’s caught something and had not made much progress in the short time she’s been with me, her rescue wanted to put her down. How fair is that? Anais has wanted to live. She can’t show it in any other way for her fears than with eating, which she has kept up, no matter how bad she felt.