A lot of you may be asking about Erin the Cat Princess, who she is and where she comes from?
Well where to start…..
First up, I am a real cat, and a princess too. More on the princess thing in a bit.
I am 7 years old and have spent much of my early years living as a stray, lost, alone cold and hungry on the streets near Leicester, in the UK. After a somewhat one sided relationship with an un-neutered tom cat who left me high and dry and alone, I fell pregnant.
Living rough on the streets is NO FUN, I can tell you, and strays are often abused by humans, threatened, kicked and poisoned. However there ARE very good folk out there that DO look out for us strays and care for us and tend to our needs or take us somewhere that can. I was one of the lucky ones who, when the kittens came, was found by a loving person, and along with my kittens, was taken to a local vets. From there we were welcomed into the caring arms of the Woodside Animal Centre, in Leicester.
There the kittens and I were given a health check, fed and very well cared for. I was, due to injuries to my ears, sent off for surgery, and to be spayed, too. Let me tell you, being spayed was the BEST thing that could have happened. Had that tomcat been done too then things could have been so much better for us all.
Anyway, just before Christmas the time came for kittens and I to be separated and to all to find new homes. They found homes of their own, in time to celebrate Christmas that year, but I wasoverlooked. I guess a lot of folk wanted kittens for Christmas not the likes of I, who was I have to admit, looking the most raggedy stitched up cat you ever could imagine. In fact my hair looked like a punk!
One rainy Saturday, in February the following year, I found my new human family. Yup this raggedy cat had managed to swing a home! I kid you not, a cheer went up at the shelter as one of their near-lost causes finally picked a place to live! OK I admit it, I am fussy, and knew I had a lot to do with this new home to make it fit for, well, a princess, but I knew I could do it.
Days turned into weeks then months, and having got things how I liked them, well one can always improve the staff with more work, I opened up this here blog to recount my day to day adventures of my new home in the countryside of Leicestershire, where the mousies and sparrows do roam.
Now, as to being a princess. That gift was actually given to me by Santa Claus a couple of Christmas Eves ago, and I published an account of the adventure soon after in a series of blog posts. Yes Santa is a really cool guy, and does exist so long as you believe and are good. I shall republish that series of accounts shortly, so look out for them in the coming year.
Now as to the Palace that I live in. Well, it is a bit run down, but has spectacular views from the towers over the surrounding countryside and the ancient small village of Upper Much Mousing, that forms part of it’s estate. In fact as the village is so small, and in a hollow, you won’t find it on the map. That I have to say is great and we avoid a lot of junk mail that way! We have hens and an horses, and a rare breed of Jersey dairy cows call Full Cream Cows, who give the very best of golden cream that a cat, and princess, could wish for.
Now I do love cheese, and whilst I am a British cat through and through, from whiskers to tail, I do have a weak spot for Extra Mature Canadian Premium Cheddar. But you just can’t beat a strong full fat cheese…. unless it’s a full fat mousie!
Does this princess have a companion at the palace, I here you ask? Maybe a boyfriend? Well after visiting American, I formed a close friendship with a wonderful Persian prince mancat called Valentine. He is extra fluffy black Persian cat, and a real gentlecat, and truly the best. He has a blog and can be found at Noirkittymews.com. If you visit, please do say hello from me.
As to staff, well there is only one full time member, and thats Mrs Hudson, or Mrs H to her friends, and she takes care of all the household tasks and assigns some light managerial duties to me. She is also my partner and adviser when it comes to our detective work, and has a very good grasp of almost everything, except how to not be clumsy! We do have a gardener that visits a couple of times a week, and cuts the lawns and trims the hedges on the palace maze.
As to hobbies, I take great delight in being chaircat of the local FWI (Feline Women’s Institute) and collect butterflies, mice, and cream bottle tops.
Rural pursuits form part of my daily activities and I do tour the estate nightly and do check on the local mouse population. Having checked on them I then keep them in check. There is sometimes no getting away from the fact that I am a meat eater, and us cats MUST eat meat to survive. But I do not eat to excess and the hedgerows are always well stocked with all sorts of goodies, from mice to berries and apples and wild plums. Needless to say Mrs H doesn’t eat mice, but does enjoy a plum jam on her scones, and a drop of plum sherry in the evening when we sit beside the open fire and tell tall tales…
I hope you enjoyed this little insight into little me, and my life and home. From time to time I will update this and incorporate more info and pictures too, once Mrs H learns how to download things without them being upside down and back to front!
Toodlepips and purrs to you all!
ERin the cat Princess