It is with great sadness that we learn of the demise of Eskarina, who went to live with my daughter a few years ago. She was almost 17, a great age for a pedigree cat, but we all thought she would outlive the lot of us. Esk came to us in January 1998, along with […]
Eight cats in a small household is really too many, and as Esk has got older, she has got more and more unhappy. And so she – and her lifelong companion, Ptep – have packed their little spotted handkerchieves and emigrated to East Anglia, to live with our daughter and grandson in Norwich. We won’t […]
and what did we spot, through a window about 10 minutes from home? it wasn’t Esk, but it’s very like her, don’t you think?
take one tray, containing a cup of espresso, a bowl of organic muesli and milk, and a spoon. Place on desk. add one Eskarina in full leap. result: one broken coffee cup, one bent spoon, and a floor full of coffee, muesli and milk.
Male Blob sent Female Blob a birthday card, ostensibly from us. Normally we Don’t Approve of such things, but in this case He got it about right – it’s the spittiing image of how Esk sees herself.
on Friday morning, Esk woke me up at 4.30 a.m. by sitting on my chest and tickling my face with her whiskers, and as soon as I sat up, she plonked herself on my pillow – such uncharacteristic behaviour that I actually woke up to see what she was up to. she was a very […]
preparatory to our impending move (in just under a fortnight) to a house with a garden, I bought collars for Esk and Ptep. I must confess that I don’t really like them, but I don’t want people to think they’re strays if they roam. we managed to get Esk’s collar (royal blue velvet to match […]