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 in Long Ashton, with grass; here we just have a back yard, and nothing much has been planted yet. And the Tribe were missing the grass. A quick trip to Pets at Home, and the expenditure of a couple of quid, and we were in possession of a cat grass plant thing, which I placed on the front windowsill.
They love it, and my house plants are now in recovery mode!
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We’ve been worried about Iggy since we arrived here in Hull last November; after his four day walkabout, he was clearly unhappy with his environment, and displayed evidence of same. He lived mostly either in the bathroom or the kitchen, rarely setting a paw in the bedroom, living room or study. He absolutely hated the snowy weather too.
But now there are signs of spring in the air, and there’s a most definite change in the chap. He’s going out a lot (although he much prefers for me to open the front door, rather than use the cat flap), is spending time in the bedroom where the sun streams in – when it’s shining, of course – and generally being more Iggyish.
I took the above photo on Tuesday from the study window – he’s on the wall of the back yard of the house over the way, he’d faced down another cat and was quite clearly reasonably pleased with life. I’m so pleased that he’s settled down at last.
- Mustrum threw up on my iPHone :( #
- Lilith has had some crumbs of black pudding for lunch … this may have given her ideas. #
- cats on my desk http://bit.ly/9erPrZ #
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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.
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 where she wants to be overnight is *under* the duvet. This doesn’t work for all sorts of reasons, not least because she’s remarkably sharp at the moment – I think her claws could do with a clip, but I’m not volunteering, thankyouverymuch.
Thus, for the past couple of nights, I’ve spent what seems like half my time either blocking her or removing her, only for her to return immediately for another assault.
The rest of the Tribe battle for space and warmth too, of course, but they do that _on top_ of the bedclothes, so it’s marginally less fraught.
Roll on spring …
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 dried kidney beans in to soak, preparatory to making a batch of chilli this weekend. Imagine my feelings when I caught sight of Henry dabbing his paw into the bowl of water, hoiking out beans and flicking them round the worktop.
BAD Henry.
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 window sill, looking for all the world as though they were pleased to see us.
When we got in, the food bowls were empty, so there’s the cause of their delight in seeing us. ”Feed me ….”.
