Promises Kept

Nugget  (KN)

I have often mentioned in earlier blogs that RAPS Cat Sanctuary does not work in isolation, and that we have strong ties with other rescues around the province. The most consistent one is probably with Sammy’s Forgotten Felines in Kamloops, with whom our Manager, Valerie, was associated, and we have a number of cats who have originated from there – but we also work with rescues on the Kootenays and on Vancouver Island.  Most of these are grass-roots organizations, funded by local donations and made possible by the devoted work of volunteers. Many have very little space, and rely heavily on those volunteers to foster the rescues they take in until a more permanent home can be found for them.

Thistle  (KN)

Our visitors this past Saturday afternoon included a small group from Broken Promises Rescue near Victoria. Over the past year, we have taken some of their cats, and they were anxious to see how they were doing, and that they had settled safely into a new life with us.  We had a heads-together with Karen, to identify them all, and to establish the ones whose names had been changed, and where they might be found, and then I abandoned the regular visitors to the care of Kate and Brad, and became their exclusive tour guide.  

Chance  (BC)

We began in the New Aids pen, with a visit to Chance. Chance had come to us from Broken Promises last year because he was FIV+ and could not be released to a feral colony after neutering; he had loving care from a fosterer, but was still very hissy-swatty when he arrived into our care. Quiet, and lots of patience from the Kitty Comforters helped him to relax, and he now is one of the established lap-claimers in the cabin.  It’s hard to know if his happy reaction to the visitors was because he recognized voices or just appreciated company, but he was quick to jump up and ask for petting and treats.  It will be interesting to see if he decides to explore outside as the weather warms; he’s been almost exclusively an indoor cat since he arrived.  We introduced some of the other cats as well – both the very social ones like Biggie and Obelix, but also with a quick visit to shy Boston, as well.

Nothing Nugget loves more than a box!   (KN)

Returning to the back pens, we did a little hunting round to see if we could ID any of the more recent Broken Promises cats, and to let the visitors see the space available to our resident cats.  At least one of the BP cats is in Pen 4, and most of the Pen 4 cats are expert hiders; that afternoon Ranger (from Haida Gwaii) and Annie were the only ones basking on the path, and everyone else was safely tucked out of sight. A return to the main courtyard and the TeaRoom gave us an encounter with Nugget, enjoying his under-the-chair bed.  Nugget wears a collar as an indication of his tendency to be reactive, which is the reason he’s with us; when he began getting aggressive with the other cats with whom he was fostered, it was clear that he couldn’t remain in a standard home.  Like Chance, Nugget also seemed to recognize his visitors, and wriggle-squirmed in an effort to get more attention.

Aster  (BC)

The Double-Wide is off-limits to visitors usually, but under these circumstances I was able to take just one person in, while we hunted for a couple of the newer cats who had joined us.  I was pretty sure I knew where Aster hung out, and there she was!  She had come in with the name of Daisy, but for us there is only one Daisy, and the name was retired after her passing. Keeping the flower theme, this little one became Aster, and her buddy became Thistle. 

Thistle  (BC)

Both are still pretty shy, and divide their time between the Double-Wide and the courtyard, but with visitors around, I guessed that they might well be indoors. I think Aster recognized the voice calling her, but she was still nervous enough that she preferred to remain on the cage-top in her safe zone; she was interested, but not brave enough to approach.  I hoped Thistle might be on the back deck, but at that point he was hiding, and didn’t appear until later.

Gwen hoping for goodies   (BC)

A couple of other Broken Promises cats were around; poofy tortie Gwen hovered anxiously, hoping for chicken handouts and quite unmoved by the presence of her rescuer.  Blond Tucker was sound asleep in bed and not to be disturbed. We returned to the courtyard and more joyful interactions with Nugget.

Tucker - Do Not Disturb!   (KN)

Broken Promises takes its name as a reminder that we make commitments to the animals in our lives.  And when those promises are broken, when we don’t spay/neuter, when we hoard, when we act without compassion, it is the animals that suffer. The team at Broken Promises is there to pick up the slack, to try to remedy some of the carelessness and cruelty.  And their commitment goes beyond taking in animals and finding homes for them.  Even when handing them over to another organization for care, they want to follow through and make sure that all is well.  Truly, promises kept...

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Brigid Coult & Karen Nicholson

The Holmes Brothers

 

Mycroft  (BC)

Many of the Neko blog readers will remember that when a cat finds its way to the Sanctuary, we call it “a detective cat” – previous detective cats have included Magnum, Kojak, Cagney, Horatio – and more recently, Rico, Steele, Munch, Cassidy and Rollins – all named for TV detectives (our med staff watch a lot of Law and Order!)  For our most recent detective-cat newcomers, somebody has reverted to the classics, and Conan Doyle’s wonderful stories.

Sherlock joins the ferals who meet on the Waldi's Hut rooftop  (KN)

Everyone knows about Sherlock Holmes, but you need to be a Conan Doyle aficionado to know that Mycroft was the older brother of Sherlock Holmes, and is a government official who has abilities of deduction and knowledge exceeding even those of his brother, though their practical use is limited by his dislike of fieldwork. 

Sherlock backed up to the boundary netting  (KN)

Our feline Sherlock and Mycroft were spotted on the perimeter cams, trapped, and brought into the DoubleWide trailer late last year. We think they're about two years old.  Like Munch and Cassidy, they are obviously brothers;  unlike Munch and Cassidy they did not rush to share a cage when it was offered. The two of them were initially caged separately so the med-staff could make sure each had the right care with vaccines and neuter surgery. Both cages carried the warning “Med staff only” label, and both boys resisted gentle approach, hissing in fear. There is a limit to how long we will leave ferals caged, and the staff decided to open both cages and see if they would get comfort from being together.

Mycroft hiding  (BC)

Mycroft resolutely stayed behind his drape. Sherlock wanted out, didn’t want to take time with his brother, and made first for the cage-tops, and then for the door – probably via the back deck and the ferals’ exit. He has largely joined the colony that hangs around Pen 8; there are a number of good places to hide in that pen, and behind Waldi’s Hut.  Initially we were concerned that like Munch, Sherlock had escape forefront in his mind – he certainly did a lot of prowling, investigating every possible place there might be a gap. But Karen and Ken have been doing a lot of checking since Munch’s breakouts, and Sherlock couldn’t detect his way out.

Sherlock enjoying the outdoor life - but very human-suspicious!  (KN)

In the end, he decided that he really had the best of all worlds – no cage, regular food, places to hide and similarly wary-minded cats to hang out with. We see him fairly regularly, but he doesn’t want to be approached by humans, and will probably remain one of the many felines that lives a feral life inside our boundaries – safe from the eagles and the coyotes and human machinery.

Mycroft also remained suspicious
- the ears say it all!  (BC)

His brother Mycroft, obviously takes after his human model and dislikes fieldwork!  He remained in his open cage for some time, gradually allowing staff and Kitty Comforters to spend more time with him. Like a lot of ferals, he was wary of hands, but if he could be distracted while petting was started, he came to realise that he actually liked it!  It was not long before his bum came up and his head went down, and then he was rolling around and enjoying contact (though you still needed to be careful of the exposed belly.

Pet me, pet me!   (BC)

Gradually he became more confident, and started to explore, enjoying the cage-tops and the cat-trees in the middle of the room. And then suddenly his cage was needed for another cat (Cornelius needed eye-drops) and he had to relocate more permanently. Those central cat-trees and shelves are now where he is most often found, and he just loves having the people he knows stopping and giving him attention. To a newcomer he can appear a little scary; he has a forbidding stare and tends to sport flat airplane ears. But how he looks and how he behaves are two different things.

Mycroft in the mouth of a mouse  (KN)

We don’t know if Mycroft will ever choose to venture outside, or whether he and Sherlock will meet up again. It would be nice to think he could convince his brother that we’re the good guys – but don’t hold your breath!  To go from two really feral boys to one that has accepted the confines of the Sanctuary, and one that actually enjoys human touch is enough of a gift for us all.

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Brigid Coult & Karen Nicholson

Frank

Frank  (KN)

Sweet Frank was not originally a RAPS cat, but came into Delta Community Animal Shelter as a stray, and was adopted from there.  Sadly, his family had to relocate and were unable to take him with them, so he was surrendered to our care.

Hiding in his cage in the Connor  (BC)

Many adult cats find that life in the Adoption Centre is overwhelming.  Their cages are not intended for long-term residence, and it’s not always possible to allow the cat access to the open room. And then there are all those kittens! - very annoying for a mature male who wants to be left alone.  Frank was transferred to the Connor building in the Sanctuary, where life was much quieter and he could have quiet one-on-one encounters with the Kitty Comforters and the staff.

What better place to sit than in a box?  (BC)

Like so many cats who come to us, he picked up a cat-cold, and just like any human, was pretty miserable with it. But once it had run its course, and he was feeling better, he was ready to venture out and explore the world of the Front Courtyard.

Hiding from other cats  (KN)

Many cats are social beings and enjoy interaction with each other. But I think it must be a pretty significant cultural shock for a cat that has been a one-and-only in a home, to be faced with a whole bunch of felines – like having been a work-from-home person, and suddenly having to deal with being at the office.  Frank did not like it!  He quickly found the corners where he could hide and watch the activity going on without being too involved in it.

Mango & James Earl (KN)
poor Frank's bêtes noir (or perhaps that should be bêtes roux et tigré)

Mostly, the cats get on well with each other, but as with any group, there are always a couple of trouble-makers.  In the front courtyard, these were beautiful James Earl and big orange Mango – James Earl with a personality twice his size, and Mango who had established himself as the dominant male.  Poor Frank kept running afoul of these two.  And having been faced with their aggression, he transferred it by bullying some of the smaller cats, so we had to watch out that they were safe from him. We try to monitor these sort of problems, and the staff decided that the best bet would be to move Frank to a place that felt safer for him – so he was relocated to the SingleWide trailer.

Lots to explore in here!  (KH)

Frank didn’t want safety – he wanted to be the other side of that door!  We are always careful with the entrance to the SingleWide, but Frank became an expert door-buster, waiting hopefully to dart between someone’s legs and make an escape. Once out in the courtyard, of course, he realised that Mango was waiting, and it was usually easy enough to scoop him up and return him to the safe zone – until next time!

Lounging in comfort (KH)

Eventually, the best thing happened – both the trouble-makers found homes. James Earl had been adopted out once and returned, but the right person came along, and he found a permanent place to establish his own territory. Mango was adopted by a family with a couple of pre-teens – old enough to be cat-savvy, young enough to challenge Mango’s energy.  With the two boys gone, Frank was returned to the Front Courtyard – and being a cat, promptly turned his energy into trying to return to the SingleWide, and door-bust in the other direction!

Dressed up in his bandana, and ready for adopting  (KN)

Life is much quieter now in the Front Courtyard. Frank doesn’t interact much with the other cats, but is much more comfortable with humans, and can often be found claiming a lap and asking for pets.  Now that his anxiety has lessened and he is more relaxed, we hope that someone will bond with him and take him home to where a lap can be all his own territory, with no competition.

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Brigid Coult, Kim Howe, Karen Nicholson

Best Bros

Whiskers & Jinx love each other!  (BC)

Whiskers and Jinx appeared on RAPS radar as a stray pair found in Richmond some years ago.  Even at that stage, it was obvious that they belonged together, and the woman who adopted them acknowledged that they shouldn’t be separated, and took them both. They were obviously well-loved, but when she had to move, she was not able to take them with her, and they returned to our care in the Adoption Centre.

Together is always better (KH)

They came to us about two years ago, around the time we had several other multiple adult groups who were not necessarily good candidates for the adoption centre.  These two tabby boys were located to the SingleWide trailer, with the other two groups in the DoubleWide.

On guard at the door  (KN)

The three big cats we collectively called the Dumplings were adopted together in early 2024;  the other pair, Riker and Kramer, proved not to be bonded to each other, and Riker was adopted, while Kramer is still with us – he is friendly, but reserved and prefers to remain mostly out of sight when visitors are around.  

Handsome Kramer is not interested in being adopted  (BC)

Whiskers and Jinx are about 8 years old, and many visitors have asked about them, but both have bad bathroom habits; Whiskers in particular likes to pee on anything that takes his fancy, so he’s not a good candidate for adoption.  In addition, he has asthma, and his care includes the need for regular treatment with an inhaler. When there are so many cat-smells, it's not unusual to find them marking used laundry; it might not happen in their own home, but that's not a risk adopters often want to take.

Beautiful Jinx  (MW)

Jinx is the smaller of the pair, with the same sweet face and big eyes that make Celeste so appealing. He is also the cuddlier boy, happy to take an available lap, and claim it for as long as possible. Some cats come up into a lap, and stand on it, or climb around or ask for treats;  Jinx is a sit-down-and-snooze boy; be prepared to take your time with him! Though not the cuddler that my friend Elvis was, Jinx will reach up and give small kisses with his rough little tongue.

Whiskers: Lord of all he surveys  (KH)

Whiskers is more dominant, bossier with the other cats, generally active. He likes attention from humans, but is definitely not as restful as his brother. The two of them can often be found together as the Dryer Duo – longtime Sanctuary visitors and volunteers will remember the Dryer Gang, who always occupied the prime real estate just inside the door: Simone, Bantam, Chickadee and their buddies – all gone now.

A little longer in the warmth?  (KH)

Occasionally the boys will come and “help” with the laundry, waiting until the dryer is emptied to enjoy the remaining warmth until the next load of damp towels is tossed in – at which point they exit with disgusted expressions.  

Sleeping is better when the belly is cooler  (KH)

Their favourite place is what Kim calls “the bunk beds”:  one on the window shelf above the dryer, one on the dryer itself. Sleeping solo, Whiskers will often wind himself into complex yoga positions, sometimes curled tightly, sometimes sprawled in abandon.  The two of them can often be found sleeping together, wrapped up in each other’s paws. They don’t care that they don’t have a home of their own; all’s well while they have each other!

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Brigid Coult, Kim Howe, Karen Nicholson, Michele Wright

Booty

Booty  (MW)

Booty arrived at the Sanctuary in company with Paula and Celeste, who were recently featured in this series.  They were all cats who had come to the City Shelter in the days that RAPS was running it, and were transferred to our care when it was becoming obvious that they would not be adopted – mostly because of extreme shyness, which makes it hard for an adopter to guess how they might work out in a home. When they came to us in 2016, Pen 2 was separated from Pen 1, and this new colony of sixteen cats had time to work their own relationships out before they moved out into the wider community.

Out and about  (BC)

Some of them ended up remaining based in the Pen 2 cabin: the torties and calicos, tabbies Calvin and Chase, and the two shy blacks. Sassy Sophie relocated to the Tea Room, and so did Booty, though not from any attachment to Sophie – she dislikes other cats!  Somehow the two of them manage to coexist with no contact, which suits Sophie well.  In contrast to her, Booty is a social boy;  he was an active participant in the Pen 1 Boys Club, when Zivko (also originally from Pen 2) headed it up, and could often be found visiting with his buddy Chase.

Approaching for pets  (BC)

According to the sketchy notes, Booty was a stray picked up on Beckwith Road – that locates in him in an area we’ve been trapping stray cats for some years; an area with green space and good hunting for hungry cats, but also one where we believe cats get dumped. Whether a stray or a dumpee, Booty was initially very shy and wary of interaction with humans, but over nine years of Sanctuary living, he has relaxed and learned to enjoy the good things of life. He is often mistaken for the younger and more athletic Cassidy.  Booty now counts as a senior, at about 14 years old, and is no longer quite as energetic as he used to be.  He now has a little skin-cancer mark (monitored by the med staff) on his muzzle that differentiates him from the youngster.

Lord of all he surveys  (KN)

He can often be found on top of a cat-tree, with a view over his bit of the world. An approach from a volunteer or a visitor is taken calmly, and he enjoys being petted and groomed.  His purr becomes increasingly enthusiastic – less a normal purr, and more of a croon, like a pigeon; once he gets going, you can hear him from one side of the room to the other. 

Ringo with Booty  (KN)

Though Zivko is gone, and the Boys Club is no longer such a unit, Booty will hang out with some of the other seniors. Shy Ringo, who loved Zivko and grieved when he passed, has come out of hiding and established himself in the cat-social crowd, and he and Booty can often be found together.  Unfortunately, this often shows itself in Booty demonstrating his dominance over the submissive Ringo, by mounting him.  Ringo doesn’t appear to mind too much, but I’m thankful that he doesn’t come out often when visitors are around; we can do without the PG activities!

Exploring  (MW)

Actually, Booty also does not appear much around visitors, but it’s well worth looking for him in the Tea-Room, and getting that wonderful purr going.  When Booty is crooning like that, all is right with the world.

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Brigid Coult, Karen Nicholson, Michele Wright

Magic Moments

Shy Ivy   (KN)

Many of our Sanctuary cats have come into our care with a feral label, and that’s fine – we are one of the few places that feral cats can live their feral lives safely as long as they need. But it is always exciting when a cat takes the first steps in building a relationship with humans, and for the humans in question, there is no feeling quite like it.

Princess is smack-ready!  (LBF)

Princess has been with us for three years now, and has established her quirky personality firmly in the back courtyard. Her upbringing was as a feral cat in Iran, and she was sponsored here to RAPS when her caregiver’s health failed.  For a couple of years she didn’t like anyone – cats or humans – and would only react with interest if a visitor came and spoke to her in Farsi. She was active around the pens, and would follow working volunteers, though not allow contact. She still reacts to most cats with hisses, or a quick swipe, but she chooses to live in Waldie’s Hut with a bunch of other cats that she has learned to tolerate. Occasionally she can be found playing with orange Sprocket, who also lives there. She is tidbit-motivated, but wary when the other cats crowd around.  

Accepting pets from Marty (MC)

Volunteers Brad and Marty are both cat-whisperers, and make a point of visiting with her in the hut with tasty treats. Both have coaxed her into allowing petting – not just little touches, but firm, full-body strokes. I suspect that Princess will mostly remain a loner, but it’s so good to see that she is now accepting contact with us.

Guacamole getting used to this "lapcat" business  (BC)

Black Guacamole is a more recent arrival – a three-legged cat from Surrey, with an amputation that was probably the result of being caught in a leg-hold trap. Initially he was very wary and spooked around us; he preferred to hang out around the back of Waldie’s Hut and in Pen 8.  Gradually he has become more comfortable with his surroundings, and has joined the crowd looking for handouts. He is not particularly interested in the usual chicken tidbits, and I have to remember to bring dry crunchies if I want to coax him closer. It’s pretty clear that this boy is a stray who has known human touch, rather than a feral; it doesn’t take much to get his attention, and he will flop over on his back for petting – which has the effect of making him one of the dirtier cats in the courtyard!

The great inspection  (HR)

Sweet Ivy is another cat who I’ve been trying to coax into contact, with no luck as yet. She hangs around the back of the DoubleWide trailer, and on the deck, and is often found with her friend Tabitha, from the College Cats. Kitty Comforter Hélène has lots of quiet patience, and persuaded Ivy that she was safe to approach at the end of a play-session with a wand toy.

Don't you touch my blanket!  (JK)

Anyone who works in the DoubleWide laundry room knows that it is necessary to do a careful assessment of the shelves before folding and restocking clean laundry. Blonde Parker is very possessive about her sleeping places!  Parker is one of those cats that visitors reach to touch, but they often don’t notice the warning collar until too late. We warn folks that there are bandaids in all the bathrooms – but it’s not only the visitors that need bandages. When new staff member Chloe came to us, Parker slashed her hands when she moved too close; I am always extra wary when Parker comes to help me do the evening feeds.  So it was lovely to see Parker making up to Chloe this weekend – flirting and asking for attention. Chloe has gone slowly and steadily to win Parker over, and though others may have to leave her shelf alone, she is ready to move when Chloe asks!

Stetson investigating the great outdoors  (KN)

I introduced our handsome Stetson when he was still in his cage, and not wanting any company. Not long after, he was released, and quickly made his way to the back courtyard, to hide out from all those scary humans.  It wasn’t long before he decided that FOMO was definitely a thing, and everyone else was having way too much fun; more and more he became part of the crowd looking for attention and tidbits. Initially, he was ready to hard-smack the treat from the offering hand, but became better and better mannered about accepting it. 

Being a lapcat is not so bad!
(especially when you have a cold, and want a little TLC)   (AM)

Anne Marchetti discovered that as long as you stroked him without him being able to see the approaching hand, he would accept petting with great enthusiasm. And this week, Stetson graduated to being her lap-cat!

A common view of a very wary Sylar (KN)

My own little magic moment this week was with my long-term sponsor cat, Sylar. He has been with us for 14 years, and the only times I have been able to touch him have been when he’s been caged for medical care. His primary language is of hisses – fearful, not aggressive. He has learned that when I’m around there are tasty treats, and he knows my voice and comes running with his plaintive little meow. But it’s a good day when he accepts food from the hand; he’s wary of the other cats as well as of humans, and is easily spooked by them.  Currently he’s in for a health check, and I went to visit him with treats in hand. We went the usual round of hisses and bribery, and I looped his drape out of the way so we could see each other. He was looking very scruffy-old-cat, and I spent some time with grooming tools getting loose fur out of his winter coat. I don’t think he’s ever really allowed grooming, and he leaned into it and purred, and enjoyed his dinner as I worked. 

All that fluff off feels so much better!   (BC)

Sometimes the only time we can handle these old ferals is towards the ends of their lives, when they forget that we’re so scary, and discover that the humans are not so bad after all. We accept it as the gift it is, and try to put aside the possible future. Sylar may not remember, when released from his cage, that we had this moment, and we will probably go back to the just-out-of-reach relationship that was our pattern.  But I’ll remember what we had this week, and it’ll be a precious memory.

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Lisa Brill-Friesen, Martyn Corey, Brigid Coult,
Jennine Kariya, Anne Marchetti, Karen Nicholson, Hélène Rybol

Celeste

Celeste in a reflective mood (MK)

Pretty tabby Celeste is another cat-graduate of the Pen 2 colony.  Originally there were five tabbies who came to the Sanctuary in 2017, identified as unadoptable (generally because of shyness). Calvin and Chase preferred to remain in their Pen 2 cabin;  Zivko migrated next door to Pen 1, and became the ringleader of the Back Courtyard Boys Club until his passing. Sassy Sophie moved to the Tea Room, and Celeste opted for the warmth and comfort of the DoubleWide.

Those innocent eyes!   (MW)

Celeste and Sophie have remained in their chosen surroundings, and nowadays they have very little to do with each other.  Celeste is easily picked out from the other tabbies by her pretty face and expressive eyes. She has learned that people gravitate towards her when she presents herself, and at the weekends she moves out of the indoor comfort of the Laundry Room to her place in the Breezeway, ready to welcome the visitors.  

Posed to receive tidbits   (BC)

Other cats may crowd closer to the gates, looking for the first pets and attention, but she stands at chest-level where she can’t be missed, and proves an immediate magnet for people looking for strokable cats. We do have to warn a number of visitors about the reactivity of our collared felines, and to find a cat that is clearly saying “Pet me!” is a welcome treat.

In the box is always best  (KN)

She has also learned that visitors carry little cups of kibble, and if she gets to them soonest, she gets first choice. Our cat-treats are not usually all empty-calorie Temptations, but are a mixture of donated cat-kibbles, usually higher-value than the standard treats. Celeste is not afraid to turn up her nose at something she likes less, and demand an alternative. She loves to preen and pose and have attention given to her.

Celeste knows that all the volunteers listed on the board
are there to serve her!  (BC)

Typically, someone will ask if she’s adoptable. At first glance, that would be an obvious “Yes!” - but adoptability is not always just about how friendly the cat is, and Celeste has a couple of quirks that put her firmly on the permanent-Sanctuary-resident list. Under the shelf of towels and folded bedding in the Laundry room are two of the litter boxes for the local cats.  And first thing in the morning (and other times as well) we will always find a little cat-poop deposit outside the litter box.  This is usually Celeste;  she can be observed using the litter box for urination, and then popping outside to leave a solid deposit.  She’s not the only one – but she’s probably the most consistent!

Celeste  (MW)

Her other quirk is one she had in common with Calvin. The Pen 2 water-bowl used to have to stand inside its own box, because Calvin used his paws in drinking – and Celeste does the same thing.  The Breezeway water-bowl has to get changed more frequently than all the others because she will stand in the bowl, and lick at her paws, or splash at the water to get it moving.  And on a muddy day, or after visiting the litter-box, that’s pretty messy!

you put your left paw in.... and you shake it all about   (BC)

A very cute, dainty cat, on the surface, but probably not one to have as a house resident. Celeste has the best of both worlds – lots of human attention and petting, plus the ability to indulge in her own bad habits, and have volunteers mop up after her, morning and evening.  She knows that we know she does it – but those big innocent eyes say, “Who? Me?” and she is immediately forgiven.

Blog by Brigid Coult

Photos by Brigid Coult, Mike Kossey, Karen Nicholson, Michele Wright.