Gandolf: a sight-impaired boy with no past is looking for a future

This young silver-tabby & white boy was left at a nearby vets by a passer-by. No past and no story. We called him Gandolf due to his silver mane and the hope that underneath his fear, his experiences have made him wise. We are now putting together the puzzle of Gandolph by observation.

Thankfully, he is FIV/FELV negative, has now had his 1st jabs, health check, flea & worming treatment. He is between 1 and 2 and one of his eyes has an injury, possibly from a fight. His other eye does not look like it functions properly either, so his eyesight is compromised. He can certainly see shapes and light, but his poor eyesight must have contributed to his defensive nature. He is terrified of everyone who approaches him but would not swipe or turn aggressive, just sits there trembling. Time will be the main healer here.

He is also slowly learning how to use the litter tray and will get there eventually. We are looking for an indoor home for him where he can be safe, or one with a fully cat proof garden. We believe that he could do well indoors due to his shy nature but he will need patience and time to trust.

Are you The One to help Gandolf trust and live a full life? Would you consider a special needs cat? 

I would just like to introduce myself to everyone: I am Kitty Newlands.  Well that is the name given to me by "humans" - HRH Princess Kitty is my preferred title.  I am a Tortie Princess, directly descended from Cleopatra no less.
I was born in London in 2008
Quite how I ended up living with a simple minded Calico and a mad Scottish Mother I have no idea.  And to think how much my parents spent on my Swiss Finishing School.....
Yet I remain undaunted that I will one day break free.  I already have my false papers and a killer outfit to wear to seduce the guards at the Border.
Meantime I content myself with the knowledge of my superiority and the luxuries that one can afford when one is a successful Nip Dealer.. I mean, entrepreneur..Got to go now but be back soon. Love, Kitty XX

On the subject of Chatty (Part 2)

(continued from Part 1)

Our girl was diagnosed with a fractured pelvis, a direct result of a car hit. The vet said that of all the things that could have gone wrong on impact, her type of fracture was probably the most easily treatable type as it involved no operation but strict cage rest for at least 6 weeks; restricted movement was the key. Ironically, her agility and her light frame had worked in her favour to minimise the damage.

It took me a few minutes to realise and start dreading what lay ahead: the cat that would not stop meowing when she got bored or frustrated or simply wanted attention, had to come back to Catcuddles and spend the better part of two months in a crate!

Yet, once again, Chatty surprised us all. She was the model patient. We put her crate in the main living room so she could be in the centre of all activity for much of the day. She would only be heard when she was hungry or early in the morning when she could hear me up and about but not yet with her downstairs. She kept a low profile all the way to the end of the 6 weeks, by which time someone had become a big fan of our bengal girl.

Chatty had been spotted by a lovely just-retired gentleman with a 15 year old tabby boy, a long time cat lover. He came to visit when Chatty was in her crate, then kept calling to see how she was getting on with her recovery. Once Chatty was all healthy and strong again, the decision had to be made. A home visit had to be done and I had to do it. The rest  happened on automatic pilot, so I did not have to think too much or process the homing emotionally. All I had to do is remember that Chatty was happy at Catcuddles, but she was obviously not safe. She was too adventurous and the busy road was a bit too close...

Today, a good three months after Chatty's successful homing, she is still in my mind. I wonder whether she remembers her stay at Catcuddles. We are due to pay her a visit at her new home. I hear she is settled, has been proven -yet again- to be a very smart cookie, very lovable and is really not meowing much anymore; keeping her dad great company and co-habitating peacefully with the other family feline.

A happy ending one would say, however bitter-sweet it may be to me. I wish her wholeheartedly a long, happy, healthy, car-free life... I will be keeping an eye on her.