Those of you on Twitter may have noticed the
#RSPCA247 hashtag being used a lot today. This is because the
RSPCA are holding a 24 hour tweetathon to help raise awareness of the relentless work that the
RSPCA Frontline team undertake to help animals around the clock.
Did you know that the RSPCA has been caring for sick, abandoned and injured animals since 1824? Today they receive an emergency call every 30 seconds – that's more than 1.25 million phone calls a year. Every day the RSPCA responds to around 1,000 incidents a day, rescuing, caring for and re-homing animals that have been trapped, abandoned or hurt whether it is 2pm or 2am. What’s more, the RSPCA is funded entirely by voluntary donations, so engaging the public in the work that is undertaken and gaining their support is key.
As a life-long pet owner, when I was approached to write a blog post for the tweetathon, there was no hesitation at all to help promote this worthy cause... especially having first-hand experience of their work.
The following is the story of Caffrey, affectionately known as Chuckles, who now lives with my Mum...
I left home in 1999, bought a house, and not long after acquired my chunky little ball of fluff to keep me company. Caffrey is half British Blue Shorthair, half Mog and has an intense dislike of the male of the human species. Being the sole person responsible for a living creature was a whole new experience to me at the time so I decided that the best thing to do was to keep him as a house cat. This worked out fine. He would always be waiting in the window for my return from work and we would spend many-an-evening snuggled up on the sofa and then in bed. Yes... he was a spoiled cat!
Then several years later, when my brother needed a place to live, we moved back in with my Mum so that he could live the independent life that he was more used. Mum had three other cats at the time who enjoyed the freedom of being able to roam the neighbourhood, but I was insistent, for the short-term, to try to keep Caffrey as a house cat. Not that simple when cats can easily slip through open windows and it is the height of summer!
One weekend I eventually decided that it was too cruel to keep him from enjoying the outdoors and we opened the back doors to let him explore. He bolted in the blink of an eye and was off over the fence. I wasn't worried... we've grown up with cats and they always come back to where they can get a regular meal!
Except he didn't come back.
Eight weeks passed in which I had given up hope of seeing him again.
Then early one evening I received a call from an unknown number - the RSPCA - asking for the owner of a black and white cat called Caffrey. Thankfully I had the foresight to get him microchipped... but after such a length of time I was expecting just a confirmation of the worst news possible. And then it began to sink in... Caffrey had been found... alive, but in an extremely bad state... and my whole body began to shake. I couldn't believe it... he was alive!
It turns out that he must have got trapped somewhere by his collar. Perhaps up a tree, perhaps in a shed or garage... and he'd obviously tried to free himself by hooking one of his front legs through the collar to pull it off... but it didn't work and trapped him further. He must have eventually struggled free and managed to drag himself through the nearest catflap... just in the next street... he was so close and yet we didn't know it :(
It must have been a terrible shock to the house-owner to find a pile of skin and bones with one leg almost hanging off coming in to their house! But they immediately called out the RSPCA, who collected him and took him to one of their veterinary surgeries.
The next day I went to collect him to take him to our usual vet. They were amazed at how he had survived, but they managed to save his leg and after a long period of convalescence in his own room at home he was back to his normal, grumpy, self.
Seven years later he is still going strong.
Do I regret letting him out that day? Certainly not.
I do however regret putting the collar on him, and none of the cats have worn one since.
I am hugely grateful to the house-owner for calling the RSPCA, and to the RSPCA for reuniting me with my buddy.
Why not show your support for the incredible work that the RSPCA do by joining in the tweetathon and retweeting this post (remembering to include the #RSPCA247 hashtag) or even make a donation. You can read the other blog posts and also keep in touch with the RSPCA on facebook and YouTube.
Disclosure: this post was written for an extremely worthy cause that I would not expect any compensation to help promote.