Ethel and myself would like to wish all you lovely Cool for Cats UK readers, and your feline friends, a very Merry Christmas and a peaceful 2014. (If you’re wondering why Ethel looks so cheesed-off, it’s because the bag of cat treats used to entice her into the box had suddenly moved outside the box!)
I’d like to take this opportunity to say a huge thank you to everyone who reads/subscribes to Cool for Cats UK – it’s very gratifying to know that I’m not alone in the quest for well-designed cat products!
I’m very busy cat-sitting at this time of year, so will be taking a short break from blogging. Normal service resumes on 2nd January 2014, but in the meantime I’ll keep the Cool for Cats UK Facebook page updated with cat pics!
Happy Cat-mas and a purr-filled New Year!
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!)
Now here’s a thing I thought I’d never capture on camera: Ethel in the garden!
After a year-long recce from the safety of the balcony Miss Ethel was finally persuaded down the stairs and into the big wide world by the irresistible sight of Malcolm From Downstairs devouring a wood pigeon. Continue reading
Alfie‘s now a dab hand at this going outside malarkey, and has become quite the Man About Town. (Well, Man About the Back Garden, anyway). Continue reading
When the sun’s shining, most of my lot like to indulge in one of the more traditional cat pastimes – Following the Indoor Sun. They’re such a predictable bunch that you can practically set your watch by them – I’m sure your cats are the same!
7.30am – 9.00am: left side of living room.
This week Eric discovered that a bloke can’t even enjoy his God complex for 5 minutes without some joker interrupting.
“Behold! For I am Master of the Universe; Lord of all I survey!”