Meet Pickle, the cat

Home, Ozzy and Pickle, Pickle



It's been such a long time since I last wrote life updates, that I can't believe I was still yet to post about this. We've lived with our cat Ozzy for about a year and a half now. But when he was just about 5 months old, we got him a little brother and decided to call him Pickle. We adopted Pickle from the same place we adopted Ozzy. They both got adopted at Westgate Ark in Newcastle. After a few months with Ozzy, my boyfriend started making jokes about how fun it would be if Ozzy could have a little brother to play with, especially when we weren't home. This way, he wouldn't feel so lonely.

It took me a while to get used to the idea, especially because I knew that Ozzy was probably not going to like this. He was already used to us, and having a stranger come into the house forever could change the way he behaved with us. Ozzy had always been very friendly, cuddly and would always follow us around the house, and I was very scared I would lose it all if I brought another cat home. Plus, who could guarantee they would be friends? What if they hated each other? What if the transition would be too hard? At the end of the day, my boyfriend and I had to work every week for at least 5 days for 10/12 hours a day. What if the cats really hurt one another while we were out? Was it really worth the risk?

I decided to go with 'no, we don't need another pet. Ozzy is fine and happy, and he likes where he lives. There's no need to jeopardize that.' And one day, my boyfriend decided to take me to the Westgate Ark again, as he had seen on Facebook that they had new kittens for adoption. And, unfortunately, I am a softy....so he played his card well. As soon as I laid eyes on Pickle, I knew he had to come home with us.




I cannot stand seeing animals in cages. It really makes me want to cry. We went over to the Ark for a few times that week to play with the cats, and this one really spoke to us. I was in love. He was the sweetest thing, had the kindest eyes I'd ever seen. I was hooked. I wanted to take him home and give him a home.

He was very young when we first visited him, so we had to wait a couple weeks before we were allowed to take him home. And when the day finally arrived, he had some diarrhea, and was on antibiotics, so we had to let him stay at the shelter for another week or so.

But the day eventually arrived, and we used the week before to prepare the house for his homecoming. He was not as shy as Ozzy, and as soon as we put him down at home, he immediately started exploring around. Our main concern was Ozzy, who obviously didn't find it funny at all.

For the first week they had to be kept separate. Ozzy was too aggressive when around Pickle, and it broke my heart to the point where I second guessed my decision of bringing Pickle home. What if they never got along?

I spoke to so many people who told me it was perfectly normal, as Ozzy was seeing his territory being threatened by another kitten. I was told to be patient and wait, because they would definitely get along in the end. It would just take some time. I kept feeding them separately for the first few weeks, so they wouldn't start fighting over food, etc., and just when I was about to lose hope, they started sleeping together, playing around and not fighting at all!




It was so much fun to photograph them together! (It still is). I am glad they are best friends now, and that everything worked out perfectly.

Pickle's personality has become so different from Ozzy's. Ozzy grew up to be super independent. He sleeps in the hallway at night, and doesn't follow us around as much. Pickle is the opposite. He sleeps literally ON YOU, on your face, back, legs...he is ALWAYS hungry, and he always wakes my boyfriend up at 4am asking for food. Lucky me...haha! He literally jumps on top of him and starts kissing his face until he wakes up and feeds him. Of course most of the times, his food bowl is actually full but, you know...cat logic!

I love this second picture above, because Pickle is winking. I thought of a really funny caption for that picture and actually posted it on Instagram.



Pickle can sleep all day long. Well, so can Ozzy, actually. They are both super grown up and Pickle is actually one year old already! Time flies! I am really happy with the fact that they get along so well now. They always cuddle together and keep each other company. Every time we get home from work, they both come running down the stairs to greet us.

I am looking forward to many, many years with these crazyheads.


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