Colin; mummy's sorry...

I am now on holiday, and as you may remember I had previously advertised for a Catsitter. As nobody seems to take me seriously, not one person replied offering their services. So, yesterday I was forced to put little Colin in a HOME for cats who's mothers have got better things to do.

I feel like I've failed him. I left him, after a little cry which he duly ignored in favour of hissing at the other cats, and explained to the woman, Deb, that he's very special and needs lots of attention. I'm slightly worried that the biscuits she put down for him were NOT of an upper class variety, and that they were, in fact, a 'budget brand' of biscuit. One thing I know for certain is that they weren't 'Kitten' biscuits. I explained that I'd provided her with a high quality Kitten Food of varying flavours in Colin's little backpack, but I don't think she heard me...

So, potentially, Colin is starving, being attacked by other cats, bullied and berated by a bunch of felines whose parents clearly don't give a shit about them, and my poor little cherub's arguments of "but my mummy loves me!" won't matter at all. In fact, I think it might just make it worse.

So, I'm in a situation where my pride for looking after my little baby in such a loving and caring manner has completely disappeared because it's probably just made things worse for him in the hell hole of budget brand cats that I've placed him in. God only knows if he'll ever talk to me again, when I eventually pick him up, or if he'll have turned into some kind of feral, unloved, uncared for kitten and I'll never see my little precious Colin, as I know him, again.

I tried, Colin... I promise you I tried for an alternative method of care... but, alas, my readers did not respond...