Helen Daykin is a firm friend of this blog and has shared lots of pictures with me. This latest is the earliest I have yet seen of her with her first Siamese cat. I am guessing this is Midge, who we met in May here. They do look like good friends. My own cats steered clear of my two children when they were this size, in order to avoid drool, sticky hands and having their tails pulled.
Helen plans to send me a similar picture of her young daughter Pearl with her cat Bridget. Bridget has a fearsome reputation, so I hope there will be no unfortunate incidents!
Over the last few days, I have acquired a few guest photographs from kind people. However, after I received this picture of Katie’s cat Bella watching the tennis from the opening day of Wimbledon, I just had to use it today.
To Jo, Susie and Helen – thank you for your photographs and they will appear in the next few days. I appreciate you thinking of me and my pointless feline activities.
Let’s celebrate Friday and the 10th anniversary of Bridget’s arrival chez Helen. I learned tonight that during those ten years Bridget has put Helen in hospital by almost gassing her to death. Helen has accidentally broken Bridget’s leg. She has bitten many visitors, glared at Mr Daykin each day and been put under permanent house-arrest for terrorising the neighbours. In short, Bridget and Helen adore each other and Bridget is a mean, bossy menace to everyone else.
Long live Bridget!
I just love this photograph of my friend Helen when she was a little girl. She and I share a love of Siamese which goes back to childhood. Helen’s cat Midge has just sneaked into the background because this is obviously intended to be a portrait of Helen in her new dress (which her mum had made).
Helen says “Midge was my best friend and the reason why I have Bridget now.” Siamese get you that way. I have often tried to explain it by saying that they are like dogs in cat bodies.
These glossy, gorgeous and affectionate sisters are Lily and Bella. Their mum is my friend Helen’s rescue Lilac Point, Luna. The girls live on the Isle of Wight and it sounds as if they lead a wonderful life. Apparently they rule the roost and are complete madams; when they want something, they just yell and someone jumps immediately to do their bidding. Lily and Bella’s home must be in the countryside, because they live on a quiet dead-end road and there is plenty of wildlife and a river close by. However, this is not a perfect cat haven; their owner Katie tells me that their cat flap privileges have been withdrawn since they brought a rat into the house (!)
History does not tell if they killed it first …