We haven’t had a Caturday Cat Pics for a while, so rather than risk boring the pants off you with loads of photos in one hit, I thought the HQ Cats could have their turn in the spotlight this week, and the fosters can have a go next Saturday.
Alfie and his sister, Ethel, are three this month. I’ve chosen the 24th as their official birthday (they neither know nor care about the date), so decided a birthday photo shoot would be in order on Tuesday. Alfie would not be persuaded to return from next door’s garden (too many flies needed chasing); as a result of her brother’s uncooperative behaviour Ethel gets both birthday pictures!
Cheer up, Ethel: you’ve just turned three, not forty!
OK then, I’ll settle for ‘wistful’.
Martha had a lovely dirt bath – although all that rolling around proved to be quite tiring!
There was an indisputable champion in the Queen of the Castle contest.
But, with power comes great responsibility – swiftly followed by self-doubt and a creeping sense of anxiety, in Ida‘s case.
Feral Beryl went off to the vet’s for some minor dental work and a general check-up this week. She came home with sparkling teeth and a clean bill of health; I’m now on a course of industrial-strength antibiotics due to multiple bite wounds. Not Beryl’s fault: she absolutely detests being picked up (she is feral, after all!), and also, as I discovered, doesn’t have a scruff reflex (most cats will become motionless for at least a couple of seconds when lifted by the loose skin on their neck/shoulder area). I made another discovery that day: it turns out that I’m not strong enough to keep a sufficiently firm grip on a furious scruffed cat in order to prevent said cat from biting me – doh! Two valuable lessons learned! I’m pleased to report that Beryl has very kindly forgiven my errors of judgement and we are now the best of friends again.
(‘Scuse grubby fingers – I’d been gardening!)