A Cat A Day 2013 #7

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The children and I went back to school today and we’re all tired this evening. It was also Milka’s first day on his own with the adult cats Willow and Florence. I was a bit worried, because Florence walloped Milka twice with her paw yesterday; I’ve never seen her so aggressive. I guess that they are still establishing a hierarchy. All was fine, of course! Today’s picture shows little Milka asleep on John’s lap after a demanding and successful day standing up for himself.

 

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31 December 2012

I hope that you enjoy your New Year’s Eve and send you every good wish for a happy and healthy 2013!

Here is Milka stretched out like a sleepy meerkat yesterday evening.

Please don’t continue reading this post if you are eating. Please.

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Early this morning, Florence and Willow were lurking on the stairs and I think that Milka was too nervous to go past them to get to the litter tray. So he came in our bedroom and did the most enormous wee on our bed.

The weather is awful and it was impossible to wash and air the duvet outside, so since I was going to Ikea today anyway, John and I decided I would just pick up another cheap duvet and we’d have a spare. While there, I was chuffed to find that a duvet cover set which I’d liked for ages was reduced to ??20 (for a king size, whoop!), so I brought that home too.

We built the bits of furniture I’d bought and made up the bed with the new bedclothes and by that time I was desperate for a shower (anyway, it’s the law that you have to be clean to get into a bed with clean linen). Guess what? I left the bedroom door open and by the time I went back in, Florence had chucked up her dinner on my side of the bed.

Eeeuuww.

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28 December 2012

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Our new little chap is settling in very well. He is impressively confident, stomping round the house as if he is ten feet tall, shouting and eating anything he can get near enough to (in addition to actual cat-food, he has so far tried a pea, some brussels sprout leaves, yoghurt, a freshly-made chocolate-orange fairy cake and artificial Christmas tree).

Although he is so small he would come off worse in a fight with a cowardly guinea-pig and doesn’t even depress the keys on my MacBook, resident cats Florence and Willow are afraid of him and have spent all day hiding.

I still haven’t re-named him; I haven’t yet found true inspiration. Among others, I have considered the following themes:

  • 2012 Olympic champions
  • the festive season
  • chocolate (he is a chocolate tabby-point)
  • Greek mythology and ancient history in general
  • P.G. Wodehouse
  • Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings

Tweet or FB me if you have any genius ideas, because we can’t keep calling him no-name.