A Cat A Day: 250/365

Today’s cat is named Scatty and she and I are friends on Twitter.

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She lives with a kind human called Dughall McCormick. Scatty tells me that she has a regular habit of clanking the tap on this sink at 3:45am and one of the humans comes and runs water into the sink. Scatty clearly has her humans well trained. 

Scatty will be back soon . . .

 

A Cat A Day: 248/365

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Vicky Pollitt’s two cats are named Bertie and Ernie and are 2 years old. Today’s adorable picture shows Ernie in the sink. This is what Vicky told me about him:

“He loves hunting for moths and worms, but is unable to catch anything bigger because he gets excited and chirps too loudly so they run away.  He’s a sensitive soul who hates noise; he likes nothing more than to cuddle up on the sofa and watch a movie. He is very talkative and enjoys thinking he can sing. He’s not the cleverest, but is the most loving cat ever – he’s always overjoyed to see us.”

Doesn’t he look and sound a gorgeous kitty? 

Thanks Vicky – we’ll see Bertie soon.

A Cat A Day: 244/365

A day of drama cat-wise. I warn you, I have splurged in this post.

We discovered this morning that Willow was missing. As we backtracked, we worked out that he must have sneaked out of the front door last night, when John was helping Teddy look for his football captain’s armband by torchlight on the grass outside the front of our house. 

The children and I went out immediately to look – they looked in gardens and under bushes and I surreptitiously checked all the gutters for cat corpses. Our first search was a failure, so I came home and made posters and flyers, while Isobel knocked on doors and Teddy cruised on his bicycle.

We hit all the local shops and lamp-posts with posters then the printer went on the blink (see this rude link for how I felt), so I couldn’t print the mini-leaflets for letter boxes.

When Teddy came back, he was so optimistic that we’d get Willow back, that I was persuaded to be more sensible. Ted also made us sandwiches for lunch and while we were eating, a neighbour came up the path and told us she’d seen Willow in her back yard.

At this point, I wish I had made a video; the three of us chased him around the neighbourhood for about 10 minutes in the manner of the Keystone Cops, before fearless Isobel grabbed him from under a bush and I took over. We both have lacerations and Willow yelled all the way home. The poor cat was terrified. 

After all was settled, Isobel and Ted went and took down all the posters – that’s today’s picture.

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A Cat A Day: 243/365

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Malty would just lie on my face and purr if I let him. This habit is the reason his previous owner took him to the vet to be put down. My own solution is just to close the bedroom door.

However, he still gets up close and personal given half a chance. In other news, I have started to need to wear glasses to read; this is annoying when you want to read yourself to sleep.
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