Milka is not as fond of cuddles as he was when he was a kitten, so it’s a treat when he comes to sit on me.
We’re worried about all four of the cats at the moment, because they are not very well. They are coughing/sneezing (sometimes it’s hard to distinguish one from the other in cats), they’re bleary-eyed and are not eating as enthusiastically as usual. Percy is the worst; since this afternoon, his nose seems blocked and he’s breathing through his mouth. Furthermore, I’m worried they’re feverish, because they all feel warmer than normal. I will ring the vet first thing in the morning and make appointments. Percy and Milka are top of the list, then Florence and Willow, who don’t seem as bad.
We recently turned the central heating on for the first time since March and as a consequence the cats are sleeping in lots of new spots. Willow snuggled up on the dining table to be near the radiator. He also lay on the patchwork and leather bag I started in August and plan to finish at half term. Thanks, Willy, it’s all furry now.
Milka fancied a shower this morning, but I wouldn’t turn the tap for him.
Fearsome and magnificent Bridget. No one messes with this cat.
Percy adores John and absolutely insists on having a big cuddle and many strokes when we come home.
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.
A guest kitty for you today. This is Helen Daykin’s handsome red point, Winston. We are huge Winston fans at our house. When he is naughty and gives Helen a headache, she threatens him that he will be sent to live with us.