In which we create the new Cat WC and I receive ‘The Look’ again.
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The Look, Version II
Category Archives: Cats
‘Dogs have owners, cats have staff.’ You got that right!
Maine Coon Madness – Kitten Rules the House!
Meet Rose, the ruler of my friend’s house. More photos of her HERE.
A box of firewood that complements my fur nicely…
Bacon-Flavoured Slimy Pills and The Look
Smudge 4: Day 3: The Stick, The Idiot and the Mink Cave
Smudge. Day 2 – Hairbrushes and Free Food
In which Smudge gives her servant hairbrush training and we discover advantages to her big feet.
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These paws are not made for sneaking…
A Smudge on the Horizon
We have become indentured. Our new mistress has her own page. Look for Smudge up on the header, and there you will find recordings of our induction into servitude.
Camera Rambles: Moa the Cat in Catnip Ecstacy
It’s that stuff again, isn’t it…?
After posting the article on catnip today, (read that here) I grabbed my camera and went to visit Moa with a piece of catnip. These were the results: Continue reading
Factoids: Catnip – The Drug of Choice for SOME Felines
Otis Friday. I was on her staff for 16 wonderful years. Beautifully-natured, but still happy to take a swipe at me from behind the shower curtain.
When I was growing up, we always had two cats in the house, so I quite like having them around. They’re funny little critters – total mercenaries one minute then all furry and purry the next. They’ll never deign to fetch a ball for you, yet they’ll play “I want to be on that side of the door, no – that side, no – that side…” with the patience of an ancient Mah Jong player. They’ll lay on their backs all innocent-like and invite you to scratch their soft, warm stomach fur then suddenly change their minds and gouge holes in your birthday suit. It’s an ongoing mystery as to why we put up with their mercurial little souls, but once you’ve been a staff member of a cat-keeping household, you’ll always look at them with a certain amount of fascination. Continue reading
The Otis Files. Otis – The Final Tail. Or Not…
Otis finally left us at the age of 16. Apparently in her last two weeks she would go and visit some people around the corner who had two huge dogs and several cats. They told us that she would walk up to the animals’ bowls and help herself to their food, then lie down in the garden, and their dogs and cats would all lie down around her. On the last day they found her in her final sleep, in the same situation.
In some of the later photos here, her physical deterioration is evident, but she was still really big on the inside… Continue reading
The Otis Files. Otis, I Notice 7
‘You are feeling coooold. You need a warm furrrrry thiiiiing in your bedddd….’
Otis, I notice
Likes sleeping on beds
And sometimes enjoys
Curling up by my head
She’ll come in the dark hours
And prod me to show
It’s time to move over
And share my pillow
She’ll tap me quite gently
With padded wee paws
But if I don’t wake up
She’ll put out her claws Continue reading
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