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My name is The Trollop and I live in Wiltshire in the United Kingdom. Let me tell you a story.

I moved in here as a last ditch attempt to save myself some 18 months ago and decided I liked it so much that I would stay.

I don't really remember much before I moved in here but I know that I had an accident and that it was very cold. I was having trouble eating my food because I had a broken jaw and believe me you can get very hungry trying to suck the juice out of insects in the middle of winter. So eventually I found this house that already had cats, they looked well fed and healthy so I decided to swallow my pride and beg for help.

catnip award for feline excellence I only had to sit on the door step for a few hours before someone put out some nice mushed up meat for me, (you have to train them right from the start you know ). I wouldn't let Cathy (thats my human sisters name) look at my jaw at first, but after a few days of eating well and sleeping in a nice warm box I felt that I could trust her. Big mistake, the the first thing she did was take me to the blessed vets! Not only did they give me a jab of something for my jaw ( an auntie bite otic?) but they also decided to wash!! me to treat my ringworm!!! I'd been cultivating that for ages and it was just getting nice and putrid.

I remember them talking at the vets about me. The Vet said that I was very old, probably 15 to 20 human years, they seem to think that this is something special and that because of that I shouldn't be put to sleep for my jaw mending. Personally I don't find my jaw stops me doing anything, that includes going to sleep, although have have to say loosing my last remaining tooth last week was something of a blow.

I am now living in the lap of luxury, unfortunately i still have to share the house with Blondin and Jones (the two healthy looking felines I mentioned at the beginning). I have however managed to consolidate my position and all it takes to get the bed to myself or Cathy's lap is a well aimed swipe with an unsheathed paw. So the moral of this story is that if life looks bleak just find a likely looking doorstep and look pathetic, you'll be amazed at how life can turn around.

That's all for now folks. I would be pleased to receive any letters, my eyesight is not too bad but please don't send any soundbites as I am stone deaf.

Love and licks to you all

The Trollop

   


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