Remember Max, my stunning eight year old puss cat? His picture graces the first page of this site, along with photos of our crazy greyhound.

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He is a sweetie and very loving but has been having a very bad time lately.

Another cat, a stray I think has been trying to move in, and Max has been defending his property with a vengeance. The fights have been ferocious and completely unstoppable – eventually my boy had to go to hospital with broken teeth and abcesses. After surgery I decided to keep him in, which drove him mad but I could think of no other way of protecting my boy.

The stray continued to visit and to be very fair I could only think that he was a monster, the vets bill had been £200 and Max was a mess.

Last Saturday I decided to let Max out for short periods in the day and it went quite well. He went back to sitting on the roof, viewing his garden, and there was no sign of the stray …. until last night.

I was sorting out the recycling for our refuse collection today and was in and out of the car port with plastics and paper when I noticed Max behaving strangely near to our indoor dog kennel which is kept in the car port until we have to leave Hippie alone in the house.

On closer inspection I saw that the stray cat was inside the kennel and Max was growling at him from outside.

The kennel is a thick wire construction and obviously large enough for a greyhound….

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I leaned forward and shut the kennel door, effectively trapping the stray inside …. sorry no photos here, I was thunderstruck, and Max was now spitting and hissing while the stray just looked at him!

On closer inspection this cat was in a sorry state, broken teeth, nicked ears and abcesses – he was also very thin and unkempt.

I rang the local animal hospital for advice, after all they had dealt with Max’s problems. They were brilliant and asked me to call the RSPCA and get a log number, then I could take the stray to them for treatment. I did this and was then left with the problem of getting this cat out of the kennel and into Max’s travel box.

But there was no problem – he went straight in after I put a dish of cat food in there. Then all I heard was frantic eating followed by the noisy licking out of the dish.

Suddenly he wasn’t a monster just a misguided cat looking for help and food.

I took him to our vet’s hospital and they booked him in – I also took a can of Max’s food which they said they would give him.

They will treat him and if they cannot find his owner, they will send him to the RSPCA where he will be re-homed. If they do find his owners I hope they give them the bill for his care.

Anyway, back home and at first Max was scared to go out, walking very gingerly and checking out each area of his domain.

But, today he is back to his normal self – a little battle scarred but as loving as ever.

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Until the next time!!!!