For as long as I can remember, P2 has been asking to have a pet cat or dog. I wanted to make her dreams come true but our housing situation at the time meant that we just couldn’t give the right home that a cat or dog would need. We promised P2 we would reconsider when we got a garden and moved to a bigger house. Well that happened two months ago and every single day P2 has asked when we will be getting a cat or dog.
Hubby and I had already had many many discussions about buying either. We agreed that our lifestyles at the moment was far too hectic to care for a dog properly, but we settled that the potential to get a cat was there. I of course took this as a great opportunity to make constant hints, begs and leaving photos of kitten ads on Hubby’s web browser.
Unfortunately or fortunately now, the prices of the kittens for sale on the internet were just way out of our budget, especially with it being Christmas time. I then started researching the reforming route. Our first stop was the RSPCA, a charity that has been running since 1824 and is the leading one too. My mum used to foster for them so I knew they were reputable but I also knew that going down the rehoming route with children could be quite difficult.
As you can see we managed to adopt two beautiful male kittens who we’ve named Jake and Billy. I wanted to share the process that we went through in order to add these little cuties to our already large family. This is not a collaborative post.
Late Friday night, the 1st December to be precise, Hubby gave the go ahead for us to begin our search for our perfect pair. We’d already decided that we wanted two so that they had some company when we went out on school runs, blog events and general life commitments. So I sent my first email to the RSPCA at very nearly midnight that evening.
The very next morning I received an email back from one of the London branches. To this day I’m not sure why my email directed to the London branch, there are centres across the UK. The response was positive. I’d explained my background with animals in the email, explained we had three young children who also had experience with cats and animals. The lovely lady there said she’d organise a home visit for us and to wait around seven days to receive the appointment from our local branch. I felt so incredibly excited and nervous.
We’d decided to keep it a secret from the girls. A bit like those YouTube videos you watch that have me in tears every single time. I felt so anxious waiting to hear from our local branch. Seven days felt so far away. Unexpectedly I got the call on Tuesday. The lovely lady asked if she could pop by in about an hour that day. I remember looking around at my messy house, Monday’s are my tidy up day and cleaning day but I’d had a coffee morning so hadn’t done it. I agreed and isn’t it just amazing what you can get done I’m half an hour with the threat of visitors.
The RSPCA lady arrived. She’s a volunteer just like most of the staff and fosterers at the RSPCA. She was an elderly lady, not that that matters, and the first thing she said as she walked through the door was “the road is so quiet!” She sat with us in the lounge discussing the requirements of cats, asking us where we’d hope to let them sleep, feeding, the children specifically and the steps for adoption. She also explained that this time of the year kittens are less available which made me feel nervous. She left agreeing we had a lovely home to offer and passed our home check.
Most of the RSPCA branches will only let you view with intention of taking home a kitten, it’s best to check the website, contact the branches directly for what you are seeking and wait. I don’t like waiting once I’m ready, especially as this was such an exciting and big step for us. With this is mind I spent the entire afternoon and following morning ringing local branches to see if they had any kittens available. I didn’t have much luck and felt totally disheartened.
On Wednesday evening, just five days after my initial email, a lady from the original London branch phoned my mobile. She had two tabby boy kittens available to pick up the next day. I couldn’t believe it. They were the age we wanted, the colour we’d hoped for although it wasn’t important, and they were ready so soon! I immediately reserved them and pencilled in a time to collect them on Sunday.
I then spoke to Hubby about them after I had received a photo. He agreed that they were super cute and fluffy. The pencilled date became a penned in date and suddenly this was all real. I felt so sick from excitement and nerves. I couldn’t wait to tell the girls and I hoped the next four days would pass quickly.
On Sunday, we woke up to a thin blanket of snow. I worried that we wouldn’t be able to get into London but thankfully we have a Range Rover which is a little more equipped for this weather. The snow was actually worse in London. We dropped the girls off to my MiL and then headed to pick up our new bundle of fluff. The girls were still completely unaware.
We arrived right on time which was good considering the weather and traffic around London. We was greeted by the lady who had phoned me. I felt my body shaking with nerves about the unknown. The RSPCA centre was inside a warehouse. There were loads of pods with cats inside and you was immediately hit by that animal/vet smell. The lady was lovely.
She sat us down with forms to check over, fill and sign. This was basically details of the cats, their breed and gender. She also gave us vet checks for both that listed any treatment they’d had whilst being in the RSPCA care. Our two little boys had actually been born with the RSPCA so they didn’t have any history of abuse which is what we hoped for.
After signing forms and discussing dietary needs, the RSPCA lady showed us through to meet our kittens. They looked so vulnerable and tiny inside their pod. The cage door was opened and both kittens came out to explore us. This was a good sign, it showed confidence. We decided which kitten was going to be named what and popped them in our carrier, covered up by a blanket.
We then went to make our payment for them. The RSPCA accept card payments as well as cash which is brilliant. Each kitten was £60, this included their neutering (which is already done), microchipping and the first vaccination. This is significantly cheaper than buying privately and you’re actually getting so much more; the neutering, microchipping, vaccination and peace of mind that they’ve been given the best upbringing and care.
I was so excited to get home. We took the kittens home first to let them explore their new home before the chaos and noise of our three girls. Then Hubby went to get them. Both kittens were really playful, one more so than the other as he was quite timid. The girls were so excited and the first evening was a little bit stressful trying to remind the girls to give the kittens some space to learn about their new home.
On a whole, we’ve all settled so well with two new additions. They are learning their place in the home and are enjoying playing with the girls on their own terms. We’ve named them Billy and Jake. Jake is slightly smaller, confident and happy to be cuddled. Billy is more cautious, yet wants to be up the nets and in the Christmas tree.
I would highly recommend going down the route of adopting or rehoming. Especially with the RSPCA, they were absolutely amazing for us and the whole process took just over a week from our first email to bringing our kittens home. When you look at costs too, it’s much cheaper. Oh you also get six weeks free insurance too when you activate within 48 hours of rehoming.
Here’s the video from the day we adopted. I am in the middle of editing a video all about our RSPCA journey so please subscribe to keep your eyes peeled for that in the next few days.