Baby It's Cold Outside

The mogs are not even attempting to escape outside.

Only Mother's cat, Jimmy, goes out...and then he hightails it back in pronto!

This cold, freezing weather is not nice on pampered paws.

Warm radiators are much nicer:o)

Jimmy curled up on fleecy cover















Bart on his perching spot...on top of a wardrobe














Tinks..new fave pastime..sharpening teeth

Henry and Bart on top of clothes airer!!

Baubles

Braved it yesterday.

Tree now has a star (we sacked the half naked angel). Tree also has a dozen or so baubles and angels adorning it.

Mogs thing it's great. This swatting the round, shiny thingies!! Chief pest is Henry. Arghhhh

The Mogs' Christmas Part 1...Putting up the Tree

Been gifted a Christmas tree...which is of the fibre optic type.

The mogs are having a whale of a time.....playing with the box that the tree came in. Even Jimbob is joining in the festive fun. They're playing the 'run through the tunnel' game'. lol

Tree has been upright for a whole three hours!!!

Stakeout

Junior is not a vegetarian. From time to time she needs her meat. So, today she is having tarragon chicken, the smell of which is wafting in the kitchen.

All of a sudden, she has twelve REALLY bestest feline friends. You should see them...all luvey and cute....fluttering eyelashes. The 'Pick me' look:o)

They are on stakeout duty:O) In the kitchen, by the oven, a couple by the kitchen door. Olive is in charge:O) lol

They think this chicken is for them.....and no-one else is gonna get their paws on it!! lol

The Education of a certain Mr Ringo Schooler

Bit of internal fratching going on here.

Bad boy is Ringo!!!

Naughty Rings!!!

Sooooooo, he got shooved into the garden room today....to cool off.

Did I mention that it has been cool here of late? Needing to keep cental heating on, sort of thing.

Anyway, Rings is made of sterner stuff.....but...it seems, he has learned his lesson.

Do not snot Junior. Bad Move!!

Bart the Brainy

Recently, I got out the ironing board and iron.

Dusted them down and got on with a spot of ironing. First time in AGES. 'Tis not my favourite activity and, anyway, I generally dry things on hangers, so the creases, if any, are minimal.

OK, ironed clothes store away better, in that you can cram more into your drawers and wardrobes if they are ironed, as opposed to just 'shoved in',

Well, the mogs have taken a liking to the ironing board. New bed:o)...Snoozing pad:o)...etc.

There is currently a pile of denim on the board, waiting to be made crease-free. Pile has been there for a 'while'.

Well, he got fed up of waiting. I caught Bart today....chewing the iron cable! Like, proper 'yah yah yah' chewing. Iron is now another electrical item in this house which I can add to the 'pooped' list.

Bart wants his bed back......Little sod!

Routine

I can't figure out how to put piccies up on this laptop. Is doing my head in!!!

Our little darlings are lovely:o)

We have a routine and every night, about 10.30ish we all go to bobo's:)

I usually wake them up with my fidgeting...due to rickety, aching, restless legs and the such.

And, at 6am each morning, Tinks goes all soft and jumps up and cuddles up to Junior:o)

Spook cuddles up to me. Ringo sleeps on top of the wardrobe, Jimmy boots out Cilla and sleeps in her bed!...musical beds:o)

Come 6.30am...the youngsters play chase:o)...all over the blummin place. If we are too knackered, then there is many a flying shoe in our house!!

Jimmy

Have to blog this, in case we forget.'

We have Mother's cat, Jimmy's living here with us as she's not allowed pets where she is now. Safe to say tht he's not used to living with eleven other cats, having lived the pampered life with Mother for the last 7 years:o) Prior to that, he lived a stray's life on the sheltered housing complex where they 'met'. He belonged to someone...but no-one definite. He was a feline tramp:o( So, when Mother came along he 'adopted' her....knowing that he was onto a good thing:o)..and she needed someone/thing to look after. It was a good match.

Anyway, now he is at Chez Min. She can see him any time and see for herself that he's ok. He sits on her knee when she visits and purrs away for a while....then buggers off! Payback for 'abandoning' him...she thinks. She pays for his upkeep and sends him tins of the finest salmon for his little tummy. Ah, he has her for a right sucker!!

Well, he can be a bit of a grumpy old fart....feline version of Victor Meldrew:o) He growls. Likes to go out to do the 'toilet'. Trouble is, when he goes out he fights any cat in sight. Territorial stuff. Our garden is 'his' and no-one else's...sort of stuff. So, he comes back with war wounds and lots of parasites!! Bloody yuk!!

I spend an absolute fortune on Frontline and Drontal...but still they only just keep fleas and worms at bay.

Anyway, because of the territorial stuff, Jimbob is staying in. I do not want more vet bills...plus, people around here aren't really cat friendly, as per Muppet, who has been hurt by someone and is now recovering upstairs.

So, Jimbob is being kept in. He hates it, of course...growls for Bloody England and any empire that there may be!! The others just parade around and tell him, in their own way, to belt up and be grateful:o)

So, four months of growling we have endured. I appreciate he likes to poop in private....but 'get over it'!! lol

Yesterday....we were out for ages. A Mother emergency. We left him in the kitchen. Door open but there is a dog gate..to stop Cilla from wandering and wrecking the place, but any cat can jump over the gate if they so wish. Not Fartarse, though!! Too posh to jump!!

We came back and fed our pride of puddy tats:o) They were sooo pleased to see us:o) And, guess what? For the first time I have EVER seen....Jimmy played:o) As in....scooting around (with LooLoo) and playing:o) Proper cat play. Happy and jolly. Yay

We are definitely doing something right, then:o).....?

Not everything, though.

He crapped in the kitchen sink! Little Barstard!!

Boxes

My lot ar partaying lately!!!

They're a lovely lot:o) and are finding their place in the house.

Ringo and Bart like to sleep on top of a wardrobe. They cuddle up together and behave well during the night. Tinkabelle likes to join the boys, too:o)

Now, cats like cardboard boxes. My lot definitely do. We have so many in the house of late. It's because, when we go up to the local supermarket, they charge for carrier bags, but their empty cardboard boxes are free!! So, we carry home shopping via the cardboard boxes.

Anyway, Junior gets pissed off with clutter. She really hates it. So, one of the cardboard boxes has ended up on top of the afore-mentioned wardrobe. Out of the way. Out of tripping up over distance:o) Believe me, bashing ingrowing toenails against floor clutter pisses one off!!

So.....Tinkerbelle. Sweet Tinkerbelle.

She has developed this habit of....munching cardboard.

She chomps away at the side of the box and spits out, like some conveyour belt. After a while she's made quite an immpression (no pun intended). So, I look at her 'work' and.......penny drops:o)

She's made an entrance way...bit like a cat flap minus the flap. Beats jumping up onto top of wardrobe and then making a racket to get into box. She just walks into it now. Clever girl.

I have got piccies, but will post later...once I figure out how:o)

Poor Granny Green Teeth

Poor Muppet....elderly, semi-feral lady who, along with her sister, is more trouble than the others put together....has been injured.

She's got a wound to her side which has, thankfully, been healing. So, she is being kept indoors. She hates it of course and is making it known by 'missing' the cat litters!! Arghhh!!!! Still, better safe than sorry, bearing in mind that it's trick or treat season and bonfire night next week. All pets are better off indoors, me thinks. Saves humungous vets bills and tears if some idiot gets to hurt them. I think someone has had a go at poor Mup. She's such a gentle soul, too. Very quiet, generally. The very opposite of her sister who holds the title of most cantankerous cat on this planet!!..

So, cat run is due to be built soon....that's if rickety joints are up to it....and if I can find the charger for the drill:o) How hard can it be to build a cat pen? Will let you know:o)

Until then, mogs are ok. The younger ones race around the house like little terriers sometimes..with the dog in hot pursuit. She's too fat to keep up with them. Is very funny to see. Right from the garden room, upstairs, through all the rooms and back down again...only to be repeated..again and again. Good exercise but a houseproud person's nightmare:o)

Junior giggles away at this. Nobody apart from us has seen this, so must video it at some point....and hope that I can keep up with them.

Meanwhile....it's Halloween and the mogs...and the dog...won't settle! Eeeeek! Only four hours until sunrise:o)

Pics n Pop

Popeye isn't too well. A bit under the weather. Plenty of tlc for him:o)
Where ever there is a box, there's a cat!! Popeye, in this case:o) No doubt seeking a bit of peace and quiet.

LooLoo

Bart, Henry and Tinks....waiting for nosh!!

If we look cute, will you feed us NOW?


Spooky. She was in a good mood, actually:o)

Trevor

Nearly came home with mog no 13 the other day.

We parked up in a supermarket car park and this little black cat sidled up to me, miaowing away..obviously hungry. 

Arghhhh!!

So, softy here picks him up and puts him in car.  

He is a friendly little thing...and has huge balls for one so little!!    I have an inkling that he isn't lost, just hankering after some grub and attention.

What to do?  Anyway, before I take him home and put a 'Found' ad in the local post office,  I spot a house and wonder if this is his home?  Yes it is. 

A few minutes later, cat returned to owner.  I reckon he (Trevor - who is, apparently, a bit naughty) was a tad pissed off.  Apparently, he has been snipped, so God knows how big they were pre-op?  lol

Jimmy still has the moves!!

Mother's cat, Jimmy, is settling in.

He is used to lording it. Being the centre of attention, etc  Pre-mother it seems he had a crap life, so he deserves a bit of attention.

Well. This week we have let the mogs explore the rest of the house. Never seen Jimbob move so fast, chasing Honeypot....up the stairs. Ahhhh....the old lad still has it in him:o)

Mother, meanwhile, seems to spend half her time blubbing about how guilty she feels letting him go. Guiltfest! Meanwhile, the old lad is having a whale of a time. No telling Mother, though. She will not listen.     Jimbob SURELY must be missing her? Ha!!! In your dreams!!

More gratuitous piccies of nice moggies.

Honey...who likes to watch the iMac...she follows the mouse:o)

Tinks.....what you looking at?!!!  She always looks so cross but really is the opposite....and blummin' hyper!!

Megan...chilling out...at last!!  Note the cuddly teddy bear.  The sofa (not my style at all) came with the house.  Won't fit through the door, unless it's chopped up...so it stayed put!

Olive, being all regal:o) Henry VIII lording it in the background!   The chair is one that Mother donated so I can sit down AND get up again.....'cos of me arthriticky joints.  

Don't think Honeypot approves of being photod while eating! Waaah!!

Supplies Day

The mogs and pooch are happy tonight:o)

Today was 'buy pet supplies' day, so we have lots of pet food, treats and pine scented cat litter for the week.

Anyway, Junior and I decide to visit a supermarket on the way back (Morrisons).  We like it there.  You can buy stuff in reasonable quantities...like a wedge of watermelon instead of a whole one, sort of thing.  All at reasonable prices.  I'm all for being reasonable.

So we are toddling around, looking for ingredients for vegan dinners that I'm set on trying out.  A sales assistant dances around in the alley and announces that 'everything in the baskets can be bought for 9p per item!)  Yikes!!  So, we have ended up with a trolley load of very nice fruit and veg:o)  Apart from coconut milk and soy sauce, we are sorted.   Then, in the chiller dept was yet another sale.  

Result:- lots of nicies for the pets...basically chicken and ham, of which some they've had for a treat tonight.

Our tea tonight cost 71p!  (stir fry and veggie bolognaise with left over stew from yesterday and a veggie tomato and mozzarella bread.)  Finished off with a chocolate trifle (19p for 3). We are ALL pogged.

Lovefest

Today we took delivery of an ionic flea comb, courtesy of our local Betterware lady:o)

I had been warned that these are crap (after I ordered the thing!)

Anyway, it arrives.  We pop in two little AAA batteries and off we goes:o)

I thought that the high pitched noise might spook the cats and that they'd turn tail in the opposite direction once they spotted the device....but no... they LOVE it.  They were lining up to be combed..... nudging, purring....a proper little lovefest we had:o)

Didn't find any fleas, which either they don't have any (should think so, with all the Frontline I buy) or the comb is indeed crap!!  lol  Still,  daily grooming with the thing is now on our 'to do' list and we shall see how we get on:o)

I would put piccies up of the mogs rolling around in happiness/gay abandonment but camera says memory card is full and I haven't the foggiest how to delete some of the piccies so I have room for more.  Shall have to toddle off to see local camera shop guy for help.

Loo and Bart

Bart hogging Jimmy's chair. Still not unpacked boxes and bags in the background. Oooops!

LooLoo with her 'sour' look!!


We have plans to build a cat run at the back of the house. This will mean that the mogs can go 'outside' and I won't have to worry about them getting hurt, flattened, chased by dogs or poisoned by cat haters!! lol

First need to drag big bro down for the 'digging out' bit. I'm working on him:o))

Piccies

The mogs are settling in well. They've laid off the partying at night now, now that they have a 'routine'! lol

Junior was petrified the other night, because a rather large moth came fluttering into the living room. Of course, about 8 pairs of eager eyes followed it's flight path, but still it stayed up on the ceiling. Junior, meanwhile, is going mental and thinks it's going to dive bomb her at any moment as it descends. Alas, it never got the chance!! RIP little moth....and BAD Tinkerbelle!!!!

Some piccies

Olive, Tinks and Ringo have spotted something.

Ringo on his favourite snooping spot. He can watch the world go by up there.

Popeye. "Can't a cat get ANY sleep around here?"

Bart up close

Megan sparko....with a younger Ringo and Loo in the land of nod below

Together Again

We are all in our new home.

The mogs remembered us when we went to visit them at our friend's.  He was looking after them during our 'dark hours'.

Anyway, we'd turn up and they'd miaow away.  They recognised our voices.  We'd go into the huge pen that they were being kept in and got mobbed.  Then... they'd walk off with the....."You bastards....why have you left us here?"

Anyway, once we got them back to the new place  they've just loved if.  Whizzing about.  Downside is that we daren't let them out yet, but we will.  

Until then, they cause us pleasure and pain.    But.   They DEFINITELY remember..so be nice to your mogs!!

Bloody Stalker

Looked out of our back bedroom window today to see someone peering into our house.  Is the demented woman who thinks Bart is hers.  She's bloody stalking us now!!

We went straight out and confronted her and, even though she told the PC Plodess that Bart is not hers last time, she is still stalking us and looking into the property.  I gave her a piece of my mind and told her to expect a solicitors  letter if she didn't stop.

Then, when we came back round, weird neighbour was out.  I asked him why he let these people onto our properly last time.  He denies this, but he would, would he?.  I said it was 'wonderful having neighbours like them' and he countered saying we bang on the walls.  He is completely off his rocket.  I then mentioned his offspring's weird antics and he got all 'how dare you insult my son....blah. blah".   Other neighbours agree they are a strange lot and confirm the 'goings on'...even from across the road can it be heard.    So,  weirdo said he would go fetch the stalker and let her on 'his' land to peer at her heart's delight.

Solicitor's letter coming their way!  I'm absolutely bloody incensed by their bad manners.

Sons 1 and 2 are coming up for support and backup.  I am being 'lent' a cat loving dog who doesn't take kindly to any invasion of privacy by strangers.    The boys have lived here and know the score about nextdoors.  They don't think I'm nuts...only for putting up with it for so long.    Arghhh!!!

Junior's Not Best Pleased

More visits to the vet next week.  Snip time for the last lot who are now old enough for the op.

The maniac who accused us of nicking our own Bart has put 'missing cat' posters up all around our estate (which is not hers)...one being at the end of our little road..quite close our house.   She's made no mention of the fact that she knows our cat is ours and has differing markings to hers, so it feels like we're being accused.....  So, some neighbours, when they see Bart, will think he's being held hostage by us. 

Junior is irate and has come out with some choice language about this!!!!!! and so the offending 'item' has been removed.  Not on our road!!!..especially after not receiving an apology.   It's illegal to 'advertise' in this manner, anyway.

So, poor Bart is housebound for the moment.  Not fair when all he wants to do is sit on a fence or two and watch the world go by, the wind around him, without fear of being catnapped.  

The older mogs are now wearing 'jewel encrusted' collars:o)  With little tinkly bells of varying neon colours.   They look very smart ....and cute:o)  Have to say, it's driving a few of them barmy.  Were you a fly on the wall in this house, then you'd see Bart, Henry, Ringo and Tinks whizzing around...trying to 'catch' the bell!!!  Is funny but they'll have to wear these until they're identichipped.  So, our house permanently sounds as if Santa is about to land!!

Never a Dull Moment

This happened while we were away from Blogland.