Milk and kibbles for a fluffy feline
Was that a cat sitting on our garden bench? Yes, indeed. It was a tiny little ginger cat. Its eyes were blissfully closed, as it contentedly absorbed the warmth of the mid-morning sun.
Was that a cat sitting on our garden bench? Yes, indeed. It was a tiny little ginger cat. Its eyes were blissfully closed, as it contentedly absorbed the warmth of the mid-morning sun.
Ever since engaging in some intensive decluttering and autumn-cleaning of our cupboards and shelves (as I wrote about here), I’ve been inundated with work. It’s really quite strange. Perhaps there is really some truth behind the theory that, if you let go of things you no longer need, you open the door (and the windows)…
We came home late from running errands to find that our cat had polished off all the pellets in her food bowl. Well, almost all. She’d left a single one. Right in the centre of her bowl. I wonder if she’s trying to tell us something?
A couple of days ago, I was sitting on the stone bench by the swimming pool, having a well-earned cup of tea and a supremely decadent chocolate muffin. I was staring into space and absent-mindedly stroking Tuffy-cat, who was curled up on the sun-warmed bench beside me, and emitting an appreciative soft purr. Suddenly, I…
I was trying to do the ‘Salutes to the Sun’ yoga sequence in the back garden before lunchtime today, when Tuffy suddenly emerged from her hiding place in the bushes to keep me company. Under the guise of helping me with my stretches, the clever kitty also managed to take over the beach towel that…
Hey! Who’s been chomping on Tuffy-cat’s brand-new catnip plant?! This is what it looked like on 3 September 2009, which is only about two weeks ago: And this is what the poor thing looked like today: Strictly speaking, it’s been looking like this for a couple of days now, but I wasn’t able to take…
As I said last week, our cat loves warmth. This morning, she was unceremoniously tossed off the bed with the injunction, “the rain is gone, the sun is shining and now go outside like a normal cat!” (Normally, she prefers to remain curled up on the bed, in the snug little hollow that she’s made…
Tuffy loves warmth. Like a heat-seaking missile, she invariably homes in on anything that generates and/or stores warmth, whether that’s an oil heater against which she can press her nose, almost singeing her whiskers; an available lap, which she can knead and pump into submission; or the sunbeams slowly moving across the soft and fluffy…
About a week ago, Tuffy was given a present by a fellow cat lover: a little pink plastic mouse that squeaked if you pressed its tummy. It was minus an eye and minus a few whiskers, because her cat had previously played with it and then lost interest (or perhaps her cat just preferred the…
Too cute.
In case you are wondering what happened with our poor kitty-cat after she lost one of her front teeth (see my previous post), I am deeply relieved to report that she appears to have recovered all on her own. This is her favourite spot right now: She spent all of Tuesday night snuggled very tightly…
Tuffy-Cat came into the office this afternoon, announcing her arrival with a plaintive, slightly questioning ‘mraow?’ I bent down to scratch the top of her head, and she ducked, flattening her ears. This wasn’t her normal response. Usually she arches her neck to push her head into my hands and then arches up her back,…
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