Florence, pictured this morning. She was looking for some gentle petting and I made sure she received it. She really does have the best whiskers in town.
Mouse is eating heartily now, but still hostile to the approaches of the other cats. We just need to be patient.
I regularly go for a nap on Sunday afternoons, which makes me a cat magnet. This was the view when I woke up one afternoon a couple of weeks ago.
Ted is our ace reporter at the moment, today’s and yesterday’s pictures were snapped by him. You may spy an old pc (given to us and I don’t know what to do with it) and the rear of John’s Denon amplifier (I have even less idea what to do with that) in the background.
Soft kitty, warm kitty,
Little ball of fur,
Happy kitty, sleepy kitty,
Purr, purr, purr.
It would be understandable if both readers of this blog thought Milka and Percy were my only pet cats. This is because they are in-your-face confident, even bold and very comfortable with us humans.
My other two, Willow and Florence, are very different. Willow is reserved, even stand-offish. He came to us as an adult and whilst I am certain he is content, he prefers the company of the other cats to that of humans.
Florence is more of a mystery. She was a happy, confident kitten, but became a shy, scaredy-cat as she grew to adulthood. Like Willow, she is very confident with the other cats, winning as many cat stand-offs and running races as any of the boys. However, she is afraid of male humans, despite the fact that it’s almost always John who feeds her.
This afternoon, I went to my bedroom to escape the World Championship Athletics and read my book. I received a rare visit from Flossie, who demanded forty solid minutes of extravagant stroking, petting, cuddles and general affection. It’s as if I have to give her three months worth of affection in massive doses once every three months. She’s an oddity, right enough.
I have Ted to thank for today’s pictures. He stood on his head and photographed the four cats in their banana-box under the dining table. It’s been pretty well chewed since the last time we saw it. I’ll have to pop to Tesco for a replacement.
I was up ridiculously early this morning. As ever, it’s taking quite a while to adjust to being on holiday. I’m even feeling tense this Sunday evening. What a wally.
Anyway, when I got up super-early, I found all four of our kitties snuggled together on a big cushion on the landing.
Sneaky kip on the bed after the door was left open. Milka discovered the others and was just choosing the best spot to join in.
A banana box of cats under the dining table. From the top clockwise: Florence, Willow, Milka and Percy.
It’s at times like this when I wonder why on earth I devised this obligation for myself. I’m far too busy to go around taking pointless photographs of cats, giving all and sundry the impression I have no other interests, duties or abilities. I do. I am not a weirdo cat-obsessive.
I’m just an ordinary weirdo.
A Cat A Day 