That's Chippy MrM. It's meant to be a squirrel, but looks more like a chipmunk. I need to get him a new one, the decapitation process Freddie has been working on is nearly complete. 🐕
Harry has a toy hedgehog that used to have soft fur spikes and a pull cord to make it vibrate and move on hard surfaces. Mr Hedgehog has been loved to bits so he no longer has a coat and looks like a used tea bag but Harry still plays with him he holds it in his front paws and pulls the cord with his teeth to make it shake and he walks around the house with it in his mouth with a distinctive mew he only uses when carrying Hedgehog. He loves it so much he'd never forgive me if I got rid of it and I can't find a replacement
People who are wrong are just as sure they're right as people who are right, the only difference is they're wrong
True Mr M, my sister bought a toy hamster that was very similar to replace it but he disemboweled it, ripped the mechanism and stuffing's out leaving just the fur skin and then totally ignored in favour of Mr Hedgehog, he couldn't have made his feelings any plainer!
People who are wrong are just as sure they're right as people who are right, the only difference is they're wrong
It's a lovely morning. Sam and Alexi are having their morning game of 'fetch', watched impassively by Celeste who doesn't rate it as a fun exercise, the other 4 are romping in the field. Even after several dozen cats in my lifetime, it still amazes me how different their characters are.People who say they are boring just because they rarely show the same insane levels of excitement as dogs, really do not understand them.
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
Even after several dozen cats in my lifetime, it still amazes me how different their characters are.
I agree cassandra We've had cats for years and everyone has been unique. Saying that, the one that has really surprised me is Oz, my daughter's cat who we adopted when she could no longer keep him. He is unique. He's got the sweetest temperament I've ever encountered. He never reacts to anything negative we have to do to him like put eyedrops in his eyes or tend to a wound following his scraps with neighbouring cats Ronnie & Reggie. With all the others it would be a case of wrapping them tightly in a towel to get anywhere near them to do awfuls He watches TV intently, silently follows me everywhere, comes to me as soon as I call him and listens to every word I say!
Our Vassilli is like that, Liv and, of all of them, is my cat, not just because of his temperament, but because we adopted him with brain damage for which he was having treatment, after being attacked by dogs.He is 10 years old. Apart from adoringly following me, he has always been very much a loner, ignoring the others but not being any bother... ....until Alexi arrived... Suddenly, he was interested in another cat and started play-fighting with him, taking him out on the field and insisting on washing Alexi's face at every opportunity. Alexi reacts in the much the same way as we probably did as kids when one's Mum would spit on a hanky and wipe our faces while we struggled. It is lovely to see them together and to see him showing little Alexi, the ropes. Celeste (12) is Sam's cat. She tolerates me 'allows' me to feed her, but spends a lot of time on Sam's shoulders - then he complains of neck and backache..
Kirsty and her 2 'kittens' (they are nearly 7 years old now) like to be outside a lot. Ashley loves being cuddled, the 2 girls, not so much.
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
For most of my childhood, we had a tabby called Tiddles - he came from a market stall and was trouble from the start. We took him home and he dashed into the tiny space between the boiler and the oven and stayed there for three weeks, apart from venturing out at night to eat and use the littler tray. He hated us all fairly equally but singled me out for his most vicious attacks.
My mum used to buy curtains from jumble sales with a view to topping up her fabric stash. She'd unpick them, get rid of any tatty linings, wash them and hang them to dry on the old fashioned line strung between the house and an apple tree. One sunny day we heard the most blood curdling sounds coming from the garden and discovered that Tiddles was in the process of being garrotted by loose threads from the newly washed fabric that was swaying in the breeze. I dashed out to release him and was rewarded by bites and scratches to my arms and legs!
His best and favourite trick was the method he used to get outside at night. I've no idea why there wasn't a cat flap on the back door - perhaps they hadn't been invented then - but he had me. Mine was the only bedroom with a glass fanlight above the door and it was next to the airing cupboard that had a light that came on when the door was opened, rather like a fridge. This bloody cat worked out that if he opened and shut the airing cupboard door often enough, the flashing light would wake me up and I would let him out of my window to climb down onto the kitchen roof below. Needless to say, it wasn't long before he realised that this worked in reverse so by tapping on my bedroom window, I'd let him in when he'd had enough of the great outdoors. It wasn't a nightly routine, thank goodness, but did go on for years until I insisted he was bolted into the kitchen at night.
Don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Tiddles was in the process of being garrotted by loose threads from the newly washed fabric that was swaying in the breeze. I dashed out to release him and was rewarded by bites and scratches to my arms and legs!
Our Millie got her paws caught up in the vertical blind in the conservatory, made a hell of a commotion as you can imagine, but she wouldn't let me near her paws without lacerating my arms. Ended up having to snip the cord on the blinds to free her. Nasty bit of work she is.