Getting about the house

So given that I was no taller than the steps of our stairs, my Susan and Windy were keen for me to start doing things for myself.  I was just too small to do things, or so I thought. 

We started with the stairs, this was very scary. Boosting up the internet, they searched for a way of teaching me to climb and descend the stairs.  Boy was I not impressed, they'd found a page that suggested teaching small dogs and puppies to manage the stairs by going in zig-zigs.  Apparently reason being if I fell, I was more likely to roll then roly-poly.  They were persistent.  Susan two steps ahead Windy two steps behind, plonking me right slap bang in the middle of the stairs.  Eventually we got good at zig-zagging down the stairs but I was still a little small to climb the stairs, we'd work on that in the future.  It was tiring and it was a long way down but I enjoyed the praise of my achievements.

Next Susan and Windy were keen for me to keep learning to venture. So they decided to makeshift steps up to the sofa, to sit on a blanket to sleep, rather being in the way of feet, where I might be stood on.  Also they strongly believed just because I little I wasn't going to get away with being picked up all the time to do things.  This is what they came up with, two footstools.

I soon was up and down off the floor, the stairs took a few week. As I grew, braver and taller, I was allowed to attempt the stairs unsupervised and one of the footstools was moved being able to get onto the sofa with only 2 jumps not 3.

I felt like this was the start of growing up and having adventures.

The VET

The very next day, Windy and Susan decided I needed a check over.  Susan went to work, Windy was left with the job of taking me to the VET.  Apparently worms aren't good for you and they though I may have them, having such a big belly, off to the VET we go.  Some very clean smelling place that every one looks down on you and every time the door opens people turn and stare. Not going to be my favourite place.

Yes I have worms, so VET said and we cannot find out how old I am till I'm fully grown and we'll work backwards, and yes I'm young.  Tell me something I don't know! 

VET was maybe okay but why give you a treat when you have been poked about?  From this day I decided only to take treats from people Susan and Windy say are okay

Here's me with Tiger, my first toy.  I'm being a little unfair about VET, Windy was very chatty with the VET seemed they had a lot to talk about (about me). But I just heard loads of noises and it was all a bit much.

We'd promised a visit to Susan's work so all the ladies could coo.  Armed with a newspaper (in case of wee, which I did, hehe) I was given loads of love by work, it also meant Windy could give us the low down on VET.

Apparently this was going to be the first visit of a few to VET.

During the first few weeks I slept loads and looked for the right place to pee, but didn't necessarily get there in time.  I enjoyed my food and started sleeping through the night.

The worming tablets worked and I really started to enjoy my Humans and Home

Here is me reading with My Windy, a couple of weeks later.

I have a name and a family

I first met my Humans - Susan and Windy in a second floor flat in Manchester.  Driving for two hours they went through various names. Windy spitted on his hand a couple of times, sick of the deliberation, hoping the woman of the house was going to make her mind up. 

Finally, (remember they hadn't seen me now), Mouse was mentioned.  Susan thinking of the character played by Matthew Broderick in Ladyhawke and Windy remembering an old school mate that he said was a good fellow.  Susan was made to spit on it too, yuk.  Mouse it is, my name is Mouse Hudson.  I belong somewhere, with people, I have a family.

Through the door of the flat they come, my Humans.  Cooing and petting, hugging and tickling.  

Saying goodbye to Aunty Alison and Uncle Drew, we went on our travels, taking a short detour to Morrisons, thank goodness for late opening, we got provisions.

Two hours travelling home, I sat on Susan's knee the whole way. We stopped off for a wee at Wetherby Services. A bunch of biker gents cooed over me, the first of many lovely human strangers who just like to compliment me and give me a bit of random affection. 

We got to my new home, it was late.  My Susan and Windy had a cuppa tea, we went to bed, all in the same room.  I woke up every two hours, it was a very sleepless night, but Susan and Windy were there to settle me back down each time.

Welcome to my World

I am Mouse Hudson, born on a travellers commune, who sold me to my first human at 5 weeks old. My first human was allergic to me, so I was passed on to her mother. Her mother had already been given a cat a year earlier, because she was allergic to that too.

Bang Whoosh, the cat doesn't like me, that horrid feline was put upstairs out of the way, and my second human started looking for me a new home. In the meantime the cat is upstairs causing madness, tearing down the wallpaper and generally letting it known that I'm not welcome.  Human number 2 was very kind to me but its not a permanent home.

Here steps in my soon to be Aunty Alison, in talking to Human number 2 she's says, let me try my sister Susan, they don't have any pets. After a bit of debate Susan and Windy decide let's do it, for 5 years they've been offered dogs, cats, fish and other random pets.   This is the Tuesday.

Thursday I am delivered to Aunty Alison and Uncle Drew, waiting for My Humans Susan and Windy to travel from Richmond, North Yorkshire after work to come and collect me, having never seen a picture of me, never knowing my name or really how old I am.

These human are so big, I cried when they started to crowd me, little tears were starting to collect and I couldn't keep brave.  My Windy wiped a tear away and I knew this was the start of something great.