Neither Malteser nor I feel like staying up late. I have a busy week ahead; I suspect he doesn’t.
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A Cat A Day: 274/365
To whom does this tail belong? (Thanks for keeping me right, Dominic).
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A Cat A Day: 273/365
Whose tail is this?
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A Cat A Day: 272/365
Not a great photo really, but I’m so tired I just called for cats in the daft voice one uses. Cosmo arrived first. I grabbed him and used the laptop camera to take the picture. He escaped as quickly as he could.
A Cat A Day: 271/365
Snowy Wild Cat has his own facebook page and is obviously a very gifted creature, as well as being undeniably handsome.
I must admit I don’t know how he came by this huge sum of money, but the rumour is that it only took him an hour to earn it.
A Cat A Day: 270/365
Rosie. On John’s knee. She never sits on my lap. She actually detests me. I find it difficult to accept.
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A Cat A Day: 269/365
I’ve started a new tag “Cats in sinks”. Alex Bellars tweeted this photograph of Skimbleshanks about an hour ago, with the message ‘My cat is an idiot’.
A Cat A Day: 268/365
I stepped out of my normal life routines this weekend; I spent Saturday stimulating my professional brain and enjoyed brunch with my daughter and lovely friends at Café Rouge in Durham today. Afterwards, we wandered into the Whittard tea and coffee shop. Isobel chose some Turkish Apple tea and I bought a pretty blue cup with hand-painted white stars. I liked this cat-themed mug, but wasn’t tempted to buy it. My love is living, furry, purring cats, not cat pictures, calendars, mugs or other knick-knacks.
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A Cat A Day: 267/365
I’ve had a great day today. Really brilliant. Just before the midnight bell tolls, here are all four of our cats sneaking a sleep this morning on our unmade bed. I know, I know . . . how unhygienic.
A Cat A Day: 266/365
Willow And The Sewing Machine.
Sounds like a story waiting to be written.









