Adopting A Rescue Cat What To Consider

 With Jack Black the cat passing nearly a month ago we dived in with both feet to get a new cat, the new cat however was not a replacement for jack  but instead a new chapter in our cat owning lives. We decided to go with a rescue cat and looked round at various cat rescue places , we were paricualry taken with with British shorthair cat called Bob who was large ( part of his breed ) but unfortunately he had a flat face and an overbite. We felt that this was going to store up potential health problems in the future. I am sure Bob will find a loving home but you just know when a cat isn't right for you.

I spotted Arweb on another cat rescue site on Facebook  ( who ever said time was wasted on Facebook , well it isn't especially when it comes to cats. We went to see Arweb ( previous Tabby Tabitha , and we flat that Tabitha didn't suit her as it was too Enid Blyton )

There are many things to consider when you adopt a rescue cat as all cats have different personalities , Arwen's personalty is coming out. She is very friendly and chirps a lot and will come and sit on you sometimes or at least near you , she is very quick and energetic and we have been known to stick Squirrels on Youtube to calm her down of an evening. 

Be prepared to spend a lot of time adjusting to how they eat , how they play etc Arwen is very petit and eats like a bird ( bit not real birds ) . You may have to play the food dance of they absolutely loved the stuff the rescue centre was feeding them and when you get them home they hate it. 

The next step on the horizon will be letting Arwen go outside when we have a new cat flap put in but currently Arwen is adjusting to the house so going outside will wait till mid May.

Are Collars Necessary For Cats ?

Are Collars Necessary for Cats? (The NinjaKillerCat Guide 🐾)

If you live with a cat, you already know you’re not the owner—you’re the assistant to a highly skilled, slightly chaotic ninja. Whether they’re silently stalking dust particles or launching surprise attacks at 3am, every NinjaKillerCat has one thing in common: they do what they want. So when it comes to collars, the question isn’t just “are they necessary?”—it’s “will your tiny assassin allow it?”

Let’s break it down.

🐱 Why Collars Can Be a Good Idea

For outdoor explorers and escape artists, collars can be incredibly useful.

First, there’s identification. While microchips are essential (and highly recommended), they only work if someone takes your cat to a vet or shelter to be scanned. A collar with an ID tag is instant—anyone who finds your cat can quickly see they have a home and contact you right away. Think of it as your ninja’s “return to base” button.

Collars also act as a visible signal of ownership. A well-fed cat roaming the streets might otherwise be mistaken for a stray. A collar tells people your cat is loved, claimed, and probably just out on a solo mission.

You can also include important medical information on the tag. If your cat has allergies or specific needs, this could be crucial in an emergency situation.

🐾 When Collars Might Not Be Necessary

Not every NinjaKillerCat needs to wear gear.

If your cat is strictly indoor-only, a collar becomes more optional—especially if they’re microchipped. Many indoor cats never come close to escaping, and for them, a collar might not add much benefit.

There’s also the personality factor. Some cats simply hate collars. If your cat freezes, flops dramatically, or spends hours trying to wriggle free, that’s a sign they’re not on board with the plan. Forcing it can cause stress, and a stressed ninja is not a happy ninja.

⚠️ Safety Rules Every Cat Owner Should Follow

If you decide your cat should wear a collar, safety is everything.

Always choose a breakaway collar. This type is designed to snap open if it gets caught on something, which is vital because cats climb, jump, and squeeze into places they definitely shouldn’t. A regular collar can be dangerous if it gets snagged.

Make sure the fit is just right. You should be able to slide two fingers comfortably underneath. Too tight is uncomfortable; too loose and it might slip off.

Finally, keep it lightweight. Large tags or constant jingling bells can irritate your cat—especially if they take their stealth missions seriously.

🐈 Final Verdict

So, are collars necessary?

• For outdoor NinjaKillerCats: absolutely recommended.
• For indoor stealth masters: optional, but still a helpful extra layer of protection.

At the end of the day, your cat doesn’t need a collar to be legendary. But if they venture beyond your walls—even occasionally—it can make all the difference in getting your fearless little ninja safely back home.

And let’s be honest: every NinjaKillerCat deserves a way to return to their kingdom (and their food bowl).

Meet Arwen The Rescue Cat

We lost Jack Black last week. It was the kindest decision to let him go. He had been living with a large lump — one we had removed last year — but it had returned and was starting to affect his quality of life. Even the vet reassured us that it wasn’t the wrong choice.

Cats really do get under your skin, which is why we decided to look into adopting another not long after losing Jack. We took our time. First, we met Bob, who was lovely, but had a very flat face and an overbite due to his breed. He also looked like the sort of cat who’d need his own front door key rather than using the cat flap — and could easily moonlight as a nightclub bouncer.

In the end, we went to meet Arwen (formerly known as Tabitha, though “Tabitha” felt a bit too Enid Blyton). With her pointy ears, a Lord of the Rings name felt much more fitting — especially as our previous cats were called Bilbo and Frodo 

Plodding On In Life To Escape The Doomscrolling

 I don’t know if anyone is out there ? I don’t if anyone is reading this ? But you’re doing great I am doing great, I think of myself as a very much a free spirit and I will talk pretty much to anyone and anything ( cats 🐈‍⬛) . Though I will draw the exception if you look Moomins , I can not explain it but they squishy nothingness doesn’t float my boat.

But there’s always something you don’t like isn’t there, like maybe days with a y in them . I take myself to the gym and there’s one treadmill that is mine and I am lost if someone else uses it . I am a plodder and plodder gets me by just fine .

Recently I restricted my facebook usage to about an hour and it suits me fine, if I try and sneak back on it says like an angry parent “ you have had enough “

I don’t need the validation of the doom scroll. I am just a plodder and plodding keeps me calm.I am calmer than a squishy raspberry.

Hello World, Again (Apparently We’re Doing This the Old-Fashioned Way)

Hello World, Again (Apparently We’re Doing This the Old-Fashioned Way)
Hello world.
Yes, that hello world. The one people used to type when they first launched a blog, back when the internet still felt a little like the Wild West and not a giant shopping mall with fluorescent lights and an algorithm following you around asking if you want to watch another video about productivity hacks.
Anyway.
I’m back up and blogging.
Actual blogging. You know — writing. Words. Sentences. Paragraphs. The ancient ritual of sitting down, thinking about something for more than seven seconds, and then typing it out without a ring light, a jump cut, or a thumbnail of someone making a shocked face.
Once upon a time, this was normal.
Now, apparently, it’s vintage.
Which is funny, because blogging used to be the internet. Before everything turned into scrolling and swiping and refreshing — and doom-refreshing again just in case something dramatic happened in the last four seconds.
Back then you followed people because they had something to say, not because an app decided their content would perform well between two advertisements and a clip of someone power-washing a driveway.
You read posts. Long ones.
You had opinions about them. Sometimes you even left comments, which was basically the digital equivalent of yelling across a pub table — except with worse spelling and a higher probability someone would quote Nietzsche incorrectly.
It was chaotic, messy, occasionally brilliant.
And mostly it was just… writing.
Which brings us to the present moment, where the entire world seems to be operating at a speed that suggests someone leaned on the fast-forward button and then lost the remote.
Everything now is immediate.
Immediate reactions. Immediate takes. Immediate outrage. Immediate applause. Immediate hot takes about the hot takes that were posted three minutes ago.
Now now now now now.
The internet has become a place where people don’t just want information quickly — they want everything quickly. Thoughts. Feelings. Analysis. Conclusions. Preferably condensed into a short video with subtitles and background music so nobody has to endure the horrifying possibility of silence or concentration.
And in the middle of all that noise, here we are.
Blogging.
Just plain old writing.
No trending sound. No viral dance. No mysterious algorithm deciding whether this post deserves to exist. Just a page, some thoughts, and the dangerous idea that maybe — just maybe — someone might read the whole thing.
I know. Wild concept.
In a world that treats attention spans like endangered species, choosing to write something longer than a caption feels slightly ridiculous. Almost pathetic, even. Like showing up to a Formula One race with a bicycle and saying, “Yes hello, I’ll just take the scenic route.”
But here’s the strange thing.
There’s something oddly satisfying about it.
Writing slows things down. It forces a moment of thought before reaction. It asks you to actually sit with an idea for a minute instead of immediately firing it into the endless content cannon that powers the modern internet.
And maybe that’s why blogging feels different now.
Back then it was just what people did.
Now it feels almost rebellious.
Because slowing down — even a little — is practically illegal in the economy of constant attention. Everything is engineered to keep moving, keep refreshing, keep feeding the machine with more opinions, more reactions, more commentary about the commentary.
Meanwhile blogging just sits there quietly in the corner like a slightly eccentric relative who refuses to get a smartphone and insists on writing letters.
And you know what?
That might be exactly why I’m back.
Not because blogging is trendy again. It definitely isn’t. Nobody’s building billion-view empires out of long paragraphs and mild existential observations.
But writing still does something the rest of the internet often forgets how to do.
It makes space.
Space to think. Space to wander through an idea. Space to say something that isn’t designed purely for maximum engagement within the next thirty seconds.
Maybe nobody reads blogs the way they used to.
Maybe they do.
Either way, the act of writing still matters. Even if it’s just for the quiet satisfaction of putting a thought into words and letting it exist somewhere outside the endless scroll.
So here we are again.
Hello world.
The blog is back up.
Vintage internet. Old-school thinking. Plain old writing.
In a world that moves at breakneck speed, it might be the slowest thing left on the internet.
And honestly?
That sounds perfect.