Hello everybody!

I’m Bandit. Mum calls me a “forever foster”, though I’m not sure what that means. What I do know is that I adore living here — my sisters are here too, there are lovely children who give the best cuddles, and my tasty meals arrive at the same time every day!


When I first arrived, I didn’t want to come out at all. I’d spent a few hours in a “rescue van” and heard a man called Boris on the radio saying we all had to keep two metres apart from other people.

So that’s exactly what I did.

First I hid under the Welsh dresser, then inside the wardrobe, and then beneath one of the children’s beds. I was convinced that this Coronavirus thing was waiting around the corner… and this carried on for a few weeks.

Then I noticed my foster mum was fussing over my sisters, the other cats… the big scary dogs… and what mum called a “foster dog”… and none of them looked poorly at all!!

So I plucked up the courage. I crept out in the dead of night, when no scary viruses are about, and sat on foster mum’s head.

Since then I’ve been much braver. I began coming out during the day as well. The other cats showed me the way to the “catio”, where I can enjoy the fresh air. Foster mum fills up bird feeders in the garden — how silly — but I chase those birds off for her!!!


My foster mum took me to the V.E.T. I won the nurses over with my brilliant personality so they wouldn’t do anything frightening to me. My eye was rather yucky when I first came into rescue, but foster mum sorted it out with medication and drops. You see, I only have one working eye… well, I have two, but one is useless and foster mum says it will need to be removed. She promises me plenty of fishy treats afterwards, yum!


The vets also say my face is a bit squished and that I need some teethies taken out. That’s fine — I still have a cracking smile!!


My foster mummy had a chat with me and said she might have to move me to a “forever home”. That made her really sad and she cuddled me very tightly. I didn’t want to move again — I like it here! I love rubbing against everything I can, and knocking foster mum’s mirrors out of the way when she does her make-up before work! I love lying in the middle of the kitchen floor while she tries to cook. I love lying between her legs when she sleeps so she can’t roll over and escape. I love being here with my sisters and causing chaos playing in the dead of night.


Foster mum loved it too. She said I had to stay. I couldn’t be happier. I know I have scary surgeries ahead, but I know my mum loves me — and so do all of you!!!


Speak soon


Bandit, the one-eyed cat