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If you've made it this far you must at least have a passing interest in seeing my menagerie.  They're all fascinating to me but, as there are so many, I'll try to keep their stories brief for you so you don't lose the will to live.
The puppy dumped in Skala who started it all and, of course,
the one the bar is named after.  He had a tough first summer in 2003 (see The Aliti's Story) but is now the house policeman.  He welcomes all the new additions, gets especially excited about kittens and wades in to sort out any disputes if one of the other
animals gets out of line.  Now 14, his back legs are getting a bit
stiff and he's on medicine to ward off strokes but he's still top dog and there's plenty of life in the old boy yet.
Aliti photo
Aliti and Cinders photo
Not the sharpest tool in the box, he was abandoned in Skala in 2006 when he was just a few weeks old.  In theory I was going to
foster him until a home could be found but after a couple of
months I was hooked and couldn't let him go.  Quite surprising
really when you consider he practically destroyed the house
and I had to chain him to the kitchen table to minimise
damage whenever I went out for any length of time.
Barnaby photo
Barnaby on stairs photo
Bear was rescued by my neighbour in 2013 but when she had to move and couldn't take Bear with her it was Muggins to the rescue. Bear is super intelligent and very loving but my God she knows how to get into mischief.  I only have to leave the room for a second and she’s on the kitchen worktop, eating cat biscuits or rummaging in the sink. She can also be food aggressive and loves plastic. With 3 TV remotes and 4 telephones destroyed and all my belongings hidden in cupboards I was on the verge of killing her or trying to rehome her. Then I got a big dog cage where she eats or stays whenever I'm not there to supervise. Problem solved and a new favourite sleeping place for other animals to boot.
Bear 1 photoBear 4 photo
Cinders was rescued as a kitten in 2005 by Lorna, a tourist staying at the Eleanna Hotel in Skala.  Lorna had heard her cries getting  weaker by the day and fished her out from a crawl space underneath a slip road behind the hotel.  She's now massively independent and chooses to live as an outdoor cat. As soon as I start work she disappears for the whole Summer to fend for herself in the fields nearby. But once I'm back home at the end of the season she comes in daily for her evening dinner.
Cinders kitten photo
Cinders on radiator photo
Pip - (also known as Pippy the evil 3 legged cat)
She was rescued by a tourist (Pip) from Skala beach in 2006. She'd been living there with a sibling for a few months with no Mum
in sight and various tourists helping them along.  When the
sibling died, 2 legged Pip brought me her namesake and got
well mauled in the process.  She's an insecure cat who attacks
anything when she's in a bad mood and pees on things when
life isn't going her way.  Somehow she still manages to be
loveable... sometimes. 
Pip1 photo
Pip2 photo
She was a really timid feral cat, left behind by some neighbours
after they moved house in 2008.  She lived under a woodpile in the
garden and wouldn't come out of hiding if anyone was near.  I started leaving food for her and after months of patient
coaxing, eventually got her to trust me.  She's now quite a
confident cat who enjoys being fussed by people and popping
in and out of everyone's houses.  She only comes in if it suits
though (and if she can get past the bullies) - she's still happiest outside with her woodpile.
Smudge photo Smudge2 photo
Elvis was living around the bin at the bottom of my drive in 2011. He moved himself in when I rescued a tiny kitten - his inseparable companion Rudi. Rudi didn't take to comfort and ran away to live wild after a few months but Elvis was here to stay. He's very affectionate with people but an absolute tyrant with the other cats. He's introduced a reign of terror and has taught some of the younger ones how to chase off the more nervous residents and how to block access to the catflap so they can't get in for food.
Despite being neutered he's also become a bit of a territorial piddler. He's skating on thin ice!
Elvis 3 photo Elvis 2 photo


My Mum moved out here in 2013 and inherited two little kittens at the end of the season (Bill & Ben).  When they developed eye problems, needing round the clock medication, I took them off her hands. At 80 she didn’t need kittens launching themselves at her and getting under her feet anyway.  Sadly, Bill died of leukaemia in 2016 but Ben is going strong and he's a fully trained-up Elvis terrorist. He's also a lightning fast sneak thief who will have the filling from your sandwich or the food off your plate the moment you take your eyes off him.

Ben photo Ben close up photo

So now you're about a third of the way through the list.   If you've had enough now's your chance to escape but if you're still interested, go to More Animals  and Even More Animals for the full picture of where all my money goes.

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