Meet Missy, my six month old Siamese cross kitten. Missy is one salmon loving hell of a fussy pussy. She has gone from a desperate street kitten to 'hell no I'm not eating that' in no time and only eats the jelly bit from cat meat and salmon pate that looks like baby poo (TMI) although she has no problem with the boring old biscuits. My Grandma says she has the same problem with her cats which is quite reassuring as I have never owned a cat before and all her behavior is quite new to me. If you are a cat lover, expert or owner and you can help me out when it comes to her and her meat please do, I have tried mixing her favourite (the poo one) with the jelly one but its just a no-go!


In terms of WC Missy has never had an accident out of her tray (and yet hasn't sprayed anywhere) which is amazing and I can even take her tray away for a couple of hours to wash and disinfect and it doesn't bother her at all, she makes me such a proud mama.



Like I mentioned, Missy was severely poorly when I took her in and she had what I diagnosed as cat flu. She would wake up every morning covered in snot and her eyes would be sealed shut with a layer of eye boogies. I honestly thought she was past saving point and seen as I didn't have the money to spend on her I just tried my best, bathing her everytime it was needed with slightly warm water and lost of TLC and as you can see it worked wonders for her.









Have you got any rescue pets? Also, if you have any other questions upon the topic be sure to ask me and I will help you out.

No, that you see isn't an otter, it isn't a beaver either, it is a dog named Jack.
We've had Jack since we rescued him at the end of October 2014 and he is the most loving and happy dog ever (or that's how it seems), he loves cuddles, kisses, playing ball, eating, going in cars, barking at other dogs, barking at my neighbour David, even if you are building he is sat next to you supervising and being a boss, but there is nothing he loves more than swimming.


The first time he went in the water, he wasn't very keen and he was very scared, but once we got him out he just wanted to come back in, so he did. He also didn't want us to hold him, so we didn't, we supervised him and let him swim alone in the shallow end (don't worry, his feet can touch the floor). Then he realized he could lay on the lilo's and chill, so he did. And after swimming and swimming and playing and chilling, he is just a pool babe, he treats it as if only me and my mum can go in with him, anyone else is banned, and he loves playing chase with us in the pool but we never let him stay in for more than 15 minutes at a time and he always has a "tantrum" and tries to jump back in.
What funny things does your pet do? I'd love to know! Xx

     So yes, it turns out that my mummy guinea pig wasn't in labor, it was just me getting excited and anxious for the babies to arrive. She is still heavily pregnant though and a bit moody so she must of just been feeling it that day especially. 
     Well that's all the news for today, and seen as that is all I had to blog about, I thought that sticking to the animal theme I would tell you about yesterdays event. The peacock alert. Here goes.
     Yesterday morning I got back from walking my dogs, just to find a peacock sat on the pool banister under the tree. Obviously I couldn't let it go without snapping some pics. 

     After its first and sadly, most probably last photo shoot I remembered a neighbor from a few houses down used to have a peacock or two, so I went and asked her and she admitted it was hers but as most Spanish are, didn't care for a moment and just said it will either come back or not. 
     After her frustrating behavior I went home and woke my brother home, fetched some towels and gardening gloves and hoped for him to tackle the peacock hen down, but he didn't. As soon as he arrived at the seen, she did her grand escape, the thing that she had probably been dying to do for months. She set off. But not like a peacock she had the speed of a sparrow behind her and looked like a gigantic eagle or something, I bet more than one teenage fool called the police saying they'd seen an eagle (most probably one of my brothers friends, they've done it before).
     I just want to thank this peacock for allowing me to take these beautiful snaps, wish her and her boyfriend (who the neighbor told me also had escaped less than an hour later) the best in there journey, and lastly that they get a foreign new owner so they can get treated correctly.
     What "animal" tales have you got to tell me? I'd love to hear all about them!