MISCHIEF

Well hello there, my name is Mischief and I really do live up to my name. This is not entirely my fault but my owners, or rather she thinks that she owns me, in reality I think us felines own our owners, what do you pussy cats out there think? My owner is now my best pal.

Talking about my name, I mean imagine calling one of us cats Mischief before you've even seen what we are like, isn't that asking for trouble? There again I do prefer Mischief to Paige, which is what I was called in the shelter. I was rescued from the Southport R.S.P.C.A. on the 15th May 2003.

I've been very lucky to end up where I am although my pal may not think so because my job was to take over from another one of our friends who was really well loved, and I do believe that Dipsy lived up to her name, she too was renamed, Dipsy was sadly killed in April. I think that we would have got on really well.

Anyway as much mischief I may get up to I know that I'm well loved too, but it doesn't always show, I mean who would mind if I was to fetch a bird home to play with, in the living room, the result here wasn't to good, I now have bells ringing round my neck all day and night.

On my first night in my new home I was very excited and was jumping all over the furniture and up the curtains, my pal was a bit shocked at first, she even tried telling me that she would take me back to the R.S.P.C.A. I'm now so chilled out living here that I don't bother listening to that anymore, although when I followed my pal to Birkdale Village, I got a bit of a telling off, but that's ok as I was a bit far from home and didn't know what to do when I was challenged by a very big angry looking Ginger Tom, I don't think that it was very fit as he didn't seem to know how to get on to the wall so I was safe and waited to be picked u by my pal and come safely back home.

I'm only a year old, and so after a bit of a rough start to my life I'm now very happy living here with my pal and friends, Brrr, Sparkey & Dylan.

Tragedy struck again on 26th August 2004 when again in similar circumstances as the year before there was a knock at the door. This time it was a friend called Phil who was to deliver the news that Mischief had been hit. Mischief had already shown us what a tough cat she was. She had been hit by a bus but was still fighting for her life. We went to the vets where after a conversation the only kind thing to do, was to have her put to sleep.