Hi I'm Bagheera, I am mommy's daughter, not up for adoption. 
Bagheera
Female · Senior (about 18 years) · Tortie
favourite thing: I'm a lap girl
Health checklist
- Microchipped
- Vaccinated
- Spayed / neutered
- Dewormed
- Tested & health-checked
Bagheera's story
As said below I am not up for adoption and yet you can help me too. Why? Because I have made the effort to accept all of those cats in MY house. I was once outdoors, but I've turned into a FIV kitty. On my reaching my 13 birthday the hooman decided to no longer allow me out. I was good out there and loved to find hiddy out spot but now I am quite happy being safe inside.
I am playful when left alone with the hooman so you can get me as little as a toy up to a seresto anti bug collar which I very much require all year long. Over the years I have become extremely allergic to mostly anything crawling and flying, even maybe some pollen. What really helps is that when I wear that repellent at least, I am much more calm.
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A day at Mumcat. Thirty cats. One human. Starting at 8 a.m.
Every morning begins with a tour of the house, a good morning in a very silly voice, and a quick inventory of what was knocked over in the night.
Breakfast is served in shifts. An inhaler for Malu. Eye drops for Bagheera. Thyroid medicine for Nera, hidden in a generous helping of Churu. Some cats eat together. Some cats eat together with no one, ever. And Evita has, of course, already come to ask.
Then: the dishes, the beds, the big sandbox, and a little purring time. While the cats nap, she hunts online for bulk deals. Thirty cats get through a lot of sand.
Afternoons belong to the vet, usually twice a week, two cats at a time. Or to the shopping: sand, kibble, cans and special diets. Or to the laundry: quilts, cushions, blankets… all freshly washed for the nap spots.
At seven, the bag is filled, and she heads out to the street colony. A few cats sit with her. A few have to be called. Dishes are filled in two or three places.
Then, home for the last meal of the day. It is always very much appreciated. You can tell by the hissing.
At one in the morning: the last pills for Nera, the last drops for Bagheera, and a final check that every dish has a little kibble. Then, finally, someone else gets to sleep.
That was a real day at Mumcat. Tomorrow, she does it all again.
in the diaries