I went to a lot of trouble to get a large, triangular, traditional Thai cushion on one of my journeys to Chiang Mai, North Thailand. At the furthermost corner of the eclectic (and quite frankly, pungent) local Warorot Market, past the water barrels full of strange be-tentacled beasties and over the metal grate gangway where the rats hide, I had spied this, the perfect cushion that folds out into a bed, on one of my reconnoissance missions. On my last day in Chiang Mai, I ventured back there and haggled the shopkeeper down until I got a price we both liked. That left me with not quite enough money for a tuktuk, so I walked quite a few blocks with it over my shoulder in a huge plastic bag. Continue reading
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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
The Otis Files. Otis, I Notice 6
Sometimes when she’s washing she’ll leave her wee tongue peeping out of her mouth, which really looks dumb!
Otis, I notice
Likes to be clean
But you’ll never see her
In a washing machine
She uses her tongue
To comb out her fur
It’s got brushy bits on
For getting out burrs
Sometimes when she’s washing
She’ll leave her wee tongue
Peeping out of her mouth
Which really looks dumb! Continue reading
The Otis Files. Otis, I Notice 5
The axis of evil…
Otis, I notice
Likes a good laugh
And acts like a kitten
When I’m in the bath
She crouches in secret
Awaiting her prey
And takes swipes at me
When I’m turned away Continue reading
The Otis Files. Otis, I Notice 4
I really want to touch you but you’re icky and sticky…
Otis, I notice
Is quite into bugs
She’ll chase after wetas
And follow the slugs
She’ll poke at their feelers
With tentative paws
And sniff at the slime trails
Crossing the floors
The wetas will poke back
With big spiny legs
And cling to her fur
Like ugly clothes pegs Continue reading
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