Monkey Has Moved Out :(

I figured it was about time I gave you all an update on my darling Monkey. Well, she no longer lives with me. I got Monkey by accident really, I was helping my dear friend Cat (an actual person) find a new kitty, and was drawn to an ad on gumtree for a kitten who just wasn’t fitting into her new home. Myself and another friend Dirk set off in the Proton to go and see Monkey, and she was so timid, I just couldn’t leave her there. I was her 3rd home in as many days. She was the cutest little thing when I got her;
Monkey
She and I spent many happy days together, chasing toys, having cuddles and her love of Jamie Oliver (would always watch if he was on telly – odd!) We moved to from Watford to Plymouth and she was my very special to me. I’m not sure where it all came from but she just turned, decided she didn’t like me, the house, and especially hated Tinker.
Monkey was never an aggressive cat, and just wanted to be around me, being fussed all the time. I can only pin point it to the aftermath of her ‘snip’. She had been coming on heat quite regularly, and although my original plan was to breed her, after being shown what it involved on youtube, and seeing her in heat, i wisely decided against it. When she was in heat, i could only describe it as her being in pain. As it turns out, she was. She has a massive cyst on her ovary.
Monkey
When I went to collect her from the vet, they said she was being nasty, and they may need my help to remove her from her cage, I laughed “Monkey? She’s never even hissed” Well, things changed after then, I even told the vet (it’s on her records) All she wanted to do was be outside, and not around me anymore, often neighbours in the street would comment at how violent she was.
Then, to top things, along came Tinker. I had seen Monkey with what I can only describe as a kitty pal, so in my infinite wisdom I decided another kitten would be fine in the house. How wrong I was. Although on a few chance moments, she could be found near him, and even washing him, from day 1 she hated him. She would hiss, growl and attack if he came near, often cowering in a corner. She never came home any more and if she did, would only hiss at me and him.
It’s traumatic for a cat owner, as my first real pet that I truly loved, to see her so miserable at home with no way of making things better. I was seemingly left with a choice, get rid of Tinker, in the hope she would come home and be happy again, or let her carry on with what she was doing. After consulting a vet, I made the decision to stop trying to get her in the house, not a decision I made lightly. I still love her, and still hope she’ll come home. I still see her around, but she comes no where near me. I know other people in the street have taken her in, and she always looks well, if anything a little tubby. So there you go, a sad story for me, but hopefully my little boo will be happy now.

I leave you with my favourite ever picture of her;
Monkey