I think they were protesting our culpability at letting it rain outside at this point. That and the utterly inadequate and, what’s more, inedible supplies of food downstairs.
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take three cats and an old rug Originally uploaded by ramtops This old Ikea rug had been in front of the back door since we moved, until we finally bought a new mat in the wonderful Boyes, an emporium of cheap (mostly) tat. Having washed it, I had no idea where it might live, so […]
Soon after we moved here, I caught Mustrum chomping at the aloe vera plant in the bathroom; further surveillance found that other cats were having a go at the big spider plant in the living room. We tried to dissuade them, without much success, until I had a lightbulb moment … We had a garden […]
A cat with an uncanny ability to detect when nursing home patients are about to die has proven itself in around 50 cases by curling up with them in their final hours, according to a new book. Story from the Telegraph.
Lilith Originally uploaded by ramtops It’s cold again, which means many cats decide that the bed with the warm, goosedown duvet is the place to be overnight. Of course, it’s the place *we* want to be too, so there is an element of shoving, and territorial squabbling, between cats and blobs. Lilith has decided that […]
quite possibly the last photo my D70 will take Originally uploaded by ramtops Henry is prone to paddling in his water bowl (no, I don’t know why). He also likes to do an Arthur on his food, spearing bits on an elegant claw and eating them from there. This morning, I put a load of […]
Pete and I went out last night, and when we got home, circa 10 p.m., Iggy was sitting on the back of the armchair, watching out of the window. I tapped on the glass, and over 15 seconds or so, Henry, Ron and Lilith all turned up – they swarmed over the chair and the […]
Don’t try this at home.
The weather is cold, cold, and the cats are In. Iggy, in particular, hates the cold weather, and won’t go out unless we put him on the other side of the front door, where he rowls mournfully for several minutes before travelling round to the back door, (hopefully) doing his business en route. Unfortunately, we […]
