AT HOME WITH THE FELINE SCHOOLERS

Smelly Cat

2010-04-13T12:50:00.000-07:00

Jimmy is a naughty lad!!

Keeps spraying in the house, even though he's been 'done'. I caught him at it yesterday. Little sod....it oinks!!

So, mop, bucket, steamer and cleaning stuff has been in use today.

Ack!

If he carries on shall have to resort to kitty pants. lol.

Anyway, Junior has been playing her Smelly Cat dvd all day.... with a few choice lyric changes. Bless.

The Great Escape

2010-04-05T06:24:00.000-07:00

Popeye has defeated Bro in the Garden Room Saga, again.

Bro spent a week renovating and reinforcing said GR. Replaced rickety door with wood and lots of bolts. It was secure. Popeye Proof!! Hah!!!!

This morning, I went down and let the mogs into the GR where they luxuriate, sunbathe and peep at the birds, etc.

Half an hour later, Junior asks why it is so quiet? Ooooooh!!!!! She goes into GR and finds not a mog. Turns out Popeye has nudged out one of the unreinforced and previously sound panes and led his feline comrades out a la Great Escape!!

Little Barstard!! lol

Took us an hour to 'Round 'em up'. Funnily enough, Pops was the first one that Junior caught!!

Garden Room has, once again, indoor metal grilles over the windows. Classy!!

It's a Cat's Life

2010-02-21T02:21:00.000-08:00

Aah...this white stuff called snow....plays havoc with our lot!

Jimmy is the only mog who 'goes out'. This means exiting via the garden room/lean-to greenhouse contraption door. That's okay dokey most days....but not when the roof is laden with melting snow which is prone to sliding off whenever one opens or closes this 'door'. lol... Jimmy now getting to be an expert at dodging mini avalanches! He may be an 'old lad' but he can still shift when he needs to! lol

The other mogs are lined up on the window sills at the mo.....the ones with radiators beneath:o) Bums warming nicely:o The 'Hyperactive Lot' - Popeye, Olive, Bart, Tinks, Henry and Ringo - sleep downstairs on a night. They can partay all they want there. The better behaved ones sleep upstairs...usually on my bed or some warm corner. Come morning, the Lounge lot are raring to get up here for fuss...and my bed .....to lay their weary, party animal heads on. lol The 'Upstairs Lot' usually head towards the garden room....to look out and 'ooh and ahh' at all the birds. It's COLD in there...it's a bit like a cat run/pen..some is open to the elements. A bit Brrrrrrrrr!:o)

The love of LooLoo

2010-02-06T13:55:00.000-08:00

I have been ill of late. Knackered would be a good description.

Joints have played up, as per usual.

I couldn't get out of bed. Bones too heavy to move. It is not nice and very irritating... not being able to get up or even get to the loo on time!!

I have read up on my condition and it does not make for happy reading. I have to see the quack...quickly and perhaps sort out a will.....

Anyway....there was I.....sat on dining chair at the side of the bath..trying to get bones warmed up. Legs in hot water. You see..no way could I manouvre bod into the bath and out again!!! lol So next best thing is to dangle feet into water and hope ankle joints come back to life.

So, LooLoo jumps up on my knee. She is the most delicate looking of the mogs. A slight little soul. She demands beings petted....stroked. So, I do, even though my hand was twice the size as usual. Ten mins later I am fed up..worn out. Nope...Miss L demands more....so I stroke her more and more. This goes on for AGES. See...Miss L knows that I need to exercise the old joints so what could be better that stroking her? lol

The other cats have a knowing look, too. Been keeping my body warm, as I have been bed bound. I honestly felt like my bones were made of ice and bones were about to break. They would not leave me. Maybe they felt bad, too? They certainly 'talked' to me...especially Muppet of all mogs!! She's been tucked up near me all the while, which is unusually brave of her:o)) xx Even the dog has been clingy.

So, today I feel better and the mogs and dog are being spoiled rotten. Tuna is on sale at the local shop. 2 tins for a quid! Woo hoo!!

Next door neighbour is fighting the big C. Fought it 5 times and won. It's back....no 6. I pray neighbour will see this round off, too. Could not meet a nicer person. Life is not fair sometimes, is it?

Anyway...Thank you, my babies for looking out for me:o)) xx

Today, two days later the swelling is down to near normal.

Our Babies

2010-02-01T13:32:00.000-08:00

A few piccies of Bartie and his siblings when they were wee babies.

We are having problems with the stalker woman and her gang, again. Just proof, incase the pc goes awol!!
Bart and Ringo, then Dad Popeye,then Henry below.

Sprawled out on the bed

Henry, Tinks, LooLoo, Bart and Ringo

Snoozing kitten bundle. Amazing how they are all so different ...and from a Calico. x

Wee baby Bart with Olive's leg! lol

Warm Arse

2010-01-21T15:49:00.000-08:00

Ah.....we have plenty of mogs in this house:o)

Muppet is one of 'The Old Ladies'. A right old feline.......but gives us a run for our money:o)

She's a sweet, little old thing. But, a wiley old sod.

Anyway, I think she's cool, She knows the best places to warm her feline arse.

The top of TV is good :o))...even if you are only ever watching dvd's.

What am I going to do with you, Dear Dog?

2010-01-16T07:14:00.000-08:00

Water trough outside garden room. Covered with metal sheet, which sometimes 'slips' off.

Water trough has been frozen of late, due to snow and freezing weather.

Dog goes in and out via back door of garden room into garden.

Dog barks to come in when she is ready:o)

When barking, dog sometimes sits on top of metal sheet which is covering water trough.....you know where this is going!!!

No more frozen water trough, due to thaw.

Dog not too bright today:o)

Wet dog! lol

Hots

2010-01-15T08:22:00.000-08:00

Good news.

The dog is back to normal. No more season:o)

Bad news.

Ringo....neutered Ringo...keeps 'having a go' at Honey Pot.

Sigh.......

Shhhhhhh

2010-01-08T08:23:00.000-08:00

Seven cats are currently asleep on my bed.

Another is asleep on my rocking chair..snuggled in a patchwork quilt. Muppet is snoozing underneath it and Spooky is wrapped around the warm central heating radiator.

Jimmy is in the airing cupboard. .......arghhhhh!!!! He can have it. I have long stopped storing the clean bed linen in there.

Dog is sprawled out, comatose, by my feet.

So, where is Tinkabelle?

Curled up, fast asleep on the glass-topped coffee table.

Funny cat!! lol

The Tail of Tinks

2010-01-06T05:50:00.001-08:00

Tinkabelle managed to escape into the garden today.

She's one of the mogs who is normally busting a gut to get out there!!!

Well, off she shot as I was letting the dog out......and then, after a bit, all I could see was a little brindle tail going down the garden! Snow is so deep in the back. lol Little panic miaows were heard, so Junior rescued her.

Cat was not best pleased with the cold and complained loudly once back in. Snow looks fun from her viewing pod in the back bedroom... where it's warm. lol

Runny Spook

2010-01-05T12:52:00.000-08:00

Poor Spooky doesn't seem to be herself today. Suffering from the runs, for some reason. Maybe she's caught a chill from all this coldness? Or maybe one of the other mogs spooked her.....she always 'poos her pants' if they bug her. Anyway, she's laid out under a warm radiator.....cat litter within staggering distance The 'Usual Suspects' are well out of the way. Banished from Spookland. lol

The Old Ladies

2010-01-03T07:46:00.000-08:00

Spooky and Muppet are our 'old ladies':o)

They're about 11 and very different characters, even though they're sisters. We've had them from being kittens.

Spooky the tuxedo type, is very vocal and outgoing......with a blummin annoying miaow...she's good with the old decibels and repeats!! She loves cuddling up....for ages:o)))

Muppet is shy and still won't come willingly to me when I call her.....only on her terms...which is usually to either cuddle up or hide behind me when the others play chase. She's a proper, shy semi-feral and so loves hidey holes, like the cat carrier she's pictured in.

Anyway, they have been lording it in my bedroom for weeks. Safe haven from the other mogs when they get too hyper..... and those nasty outsiders who like picking off and shooting animals just for the hell of it!! Muppet's wound has healed up and she ain't ever going to be allowed roam out again. But, a super, dooper cat run is going to be built for the mogs so they can go 'outside' and be safe.

So, last night. Me....suffering with stiff board like joints and a REALLY painful stiff neck..finds the old ladies in kitten mode. Hop, skipping and jumping all over the place. Play fighting, trilling away....just like the younger lot:o) They are happy.

Then they conked out......for AGES!!! Sleep:o) lol

And, my joints feel much better, along with neck. My girlies made Mummy better! lol

Baby It's Cold Outside

2009-12-29T08:07:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-23T16:45:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-11T04:35:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-10T05:26:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-02T16:39:00.002-08:00

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

2009-11-28T05:06:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-18T13:25:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-13T16:10:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-13T14:34:00.000-08:00

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

2009-10-31T20:08:00.000-07:00

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

2009-09-14T14:04:00.000-07:00

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

2009-09-06T17:03:00.001-07:00

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!!

2009-09-05T14:23:00.000-07:00

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

2009-08-24T16:25:00.000-07:00

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

2009-08-23T09:51:00.000-07:00

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

2009-08-22T04:44:00.000-07:00

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

2009-07-03T11:16:00.001-07:00

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

2009-06-26T13:01:00.000-07:00

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

2009-01-27T15:02:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-26T21:14:00.000-08:00

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

2009-01-20T13:20:00.000-08:00

This happened while we were away from Blogland.

Another Great Escape - Not So Dignified, Though!!

2008-12-30T04:26:00.000-08:00

Have been really ill with this flu lurgy. The too weak to speak let alone lift my head, relatives have to drive 100 miles here to get the shopping in so Junior can eat, type of flu.

Anyway, today I am able to speak and stand up without keeling over. Junior has sensibly been keeping a distance, bless her, and doing her best around the house. She comes into my bedroom this morning and announces, half hysterically, that Bart is stuck up on a roof!! I cannot type what I said!!! I have visions of a Fire Brigade rescue and big fat bill that is ill-afforded, So, Junior spends an hour calling him down, neighbours stick their heads out of windows to see what the calamity is.....and Bart gets louder and LOUDER!! J tells him that if he got up there and he can jolly well get back down......right now!!! The other mogs were around 'trying to rescue him' as Junior puts it. Moral support, come down we love you type of thing. Maybe they were telling him what a dope he is? lol

I rings the cat expert lady and asks if she has any top tips for getting a cat down. She asks who it is on this roof. Bart, I reply. 'Hmm, might know' is the knowing silent response. I am advised that he'll come down when he's hungry. Meanwhile, Bart oiks up the decibels, so much so that the neighbours decide to do a daring rescue to save their eardrums and get the ladders out. I meanwhile dons a coat over pjamas and waddles round to apologise and thank them. Bloke says it's ok but I think he was taken aback at my Beetlejuice appearance!! aka death warmed up.

After his rescue he miaowed off up their garden and back into ours and is now happily cuddled up with Tinks and Chunky, no doubt telling them the tale:o)

And I am going back to bed.

Great Escapes

2008-12-26T14:23:00.000-08:00

LooLoo escaped out of the house on Christmas morning...5am....courtesy of Olive opening all the doors, again!!

Was hobbling around the back garden, in pjs and nearly knackered torch trying to lure her back in. In the end had to resort to the 'grab the tail' capture.

This morning it was Tinkerbelle's turn. She slipped out when Junior had her back turned and was soon up a 30 foot pine tree. Realising that it was REALLY high up there, she starts miaowing and crying and Junior was hellbent on calling out the Fire Brigade to rescue her. Told her this was not going to happen and suggested a bit of temptation, so J grabbed a tin of cat food and a fork and rattled away.

45 mins later cat was back in the house, safe and sound. Smells lovely though...of pine. Tinks is a nutcase:o) lol

Vet's 2

2008-12-23T13:04:00.000-08:00

The boys are back and blummin hyper......and hungry, having been starved for their ops. They were sooooooo pleased to see us. They've now been well fed and Henry is currently nicking Junior's crisps!! Bartie is ever so friendly and Ringo keeps trying to escape outside. Henry still keeps trying it on with the girls!! sigh......The lad isn't giving up that easily. lol Bless

LooLoo.....Took her in and the vet said I was right to be concerned. She had an abscess, which he had to squeeze out. I burst into tears of course as soon as she squealed in pain, so my lovely friend from the local cat welfare org who gave me a lift said for me to go out and she would stay in and hold Loo while vet did his stuff. He took the remaining stitch out (she'd chewed one out) and cleaned it all up and gave her a jab. I have to give her anti-bio tablets twice a day and she goes back for a checkup on Saturday, earlier if she doesn't perk up. She's so delicate. A third of the size of her brother Bart. Vet said the abscess business is very rare in spaying. Just my luck, eh?

Junior has just informed me that the boys have escaped outside!! They've managed to move a heavy dog crate, which was weighed down, from in front of the catflap. Freedom. Buggers!!! They must have been feral in another life!!

Vet's

2008-12-23T05:57:00.000-08:00

LooLoo is in a state, poor girl. It turns out that she has had an infection and she's cleaned the wound so much to let the pus out. We go to the vet's today to get her some antibios.

I feel guilty. Was she on a 'conveyor belt' because I had help with the spaying fees and thus not operated on as carefully? She's not been right since coming home. We all thought it was because some cats take longer to get over procedures and she'd be one of them! Tinks s fine, but she was done on a different day. I've lots of questions for the vets.

It always happens at Crimble. A few years ago my 19 year old cat died on Boxing Day.

The boys come back today, too. Hope they are ok. Have got their bedroom ready so they can sleep the anaesthetic off.

LooLoo Update

2008-12-20T14:53:00.000-08:00

She's a bit better.

At least she can walk from her bed to under MY bed and back....and eat....IF we mollycoddle her....and then she will drink water.

She must be one of those cats who are delicate to ops:o(

I thought she was a gonner last night and so I wished I had lots of money to help stop such suffering. Because (bad grammar) I'd have taken her straight back to the vet...but......no dosh for such things means you are up all night to help the animal. Brings you closer. Gives you LOTS of wrinkles, too. Also, all those animals suffering..........'cos no-one gives a shit. Arghhhhhhhh! Guess where my lottery money would go if I ever won!!

Tinkerbelle, on the other hand, you would never know that she had had the op. She should be renamed Tigger!!

Ringo, Bart and Henry are due in to the vet's on Monday....and I am worried, because of Loolie's reaction. But, they are not like Olive or Loo Loo physically. I hope they will be ok. They need to be 'done' to calm them down and stop multiplying. I'm crap at running a cat hospital!!..Eeek! Too many tears.

LooLoo

2008-12-19T13:49:00.000-08:00

She's not doing well.

Is very inactive, won't eat or drink much, won't move around, so she's going in to the vets tomorrow.

She seems to have a bit of a swelling around her wound, which she is cleaning. She hasn't whizzed around like a loon, as Tinks has. The cat characters are so different. I guess the delicate ones have it tougher.

Tinks

2008-12-19T03:27:00.000-08:00

Tinkerbelle came back from the vet's yesterday.

This morning she's still high as a kite and active. Eating well and miaowing for England....like..."Why do I have to stay in this crate when everyone else is running about?" lol. Today we have let her 'out' to wander about the house, so she seems happier.

In contrast, however, LooLoo is very quiet and fedup. She seems a little uncomfortable so if she doesn't brighten up then it's back to the vet. She is the delicate one out of all the bunch. Light as a feather, quiet of foot. My favourite..probably because she seems to be the one who needs protecting, although she can more than hold her own in tag and run..especially in the small hours!! Have treated her to a bit of ham, which she ate.

Am off to give her a cuddle.

2008-12-16T12:29:00.000-08:00

LooLoo is back.

High as a kite on the drugs been given.

She has a tiny scar, lots of shaved body fur.

In the dog crate for tonight...for safety and sanctuary...and all that.....but the little so and so is climbing up the bars, demanding to be let out so she can play with brothers, sisters and cousins!!!!

Character:o))) lol

It's Tinks' turn tomorrow. I am running out of spare rooms:o))

Next week it's the boys' turn. Will definitely have peace and quiet then!!:o))....and sleep:o))

Snip

2008-12-14T08:43:00.000-08:00

Popeye is back after going missing for 36 hours. Curled up and snoozing on my bed. I think he'd managed to get locked in a garage somewhere because he was dry when he came in and the weather outside was very wet! I was having visions of having to scrape him off some road.

So, all is well.

The Order of the Snip has been decided. LooLoo and Tinks have an appointment with Mr Vet this week. Their brothers are in the week after:o) Yay!!! After the new year Meg's lot go in.

They've discovered a secret stash of mohair wool and have been playing, killing and dragging it around the house. Have wool strewn all over. Moggie version of Christmas Decorations:o) Or, maybe they're hinting at Junior to get knitting?

Missing Mog

2008-12-12T13:24:00.000-08:00

Popeye has gone missing.

We've been calling for him all day and we're worried because he's the one who comes when called. And the weather is terrible outside.

Junior's calling him in now (again)...rattling fork against tin of food.

Popeye and Junior cuddled up the other night when she was feeling ill again because of the flu. Although it may look like it, the mog is not being 'strangled'. lol

Horrid Henry and Cilla. The dog mothers the cat. 'Tis cute to see.

Honey Pot and Bart on their playhouse, posing for once!

Bart and Tinks snoozing in togetherness.

Portraits

2008-12-11T14:01:00.000-08:00

Being elderly and increasingly short-sighted with age....I am trying my damndest to get a piccy of each mog up in the side bar....if they'd keep still long enough!!!...sigh....

It's interesting and really sweet, but the shyer cats are starting to trust me more. I nod off on the sofa (age...don't laugh 'cos one day it will happen to you) and wake up to find a couple cuddled up to me. 'Tis sooooooo sweet. They 'trust' me!!! ..or maybe it's too bloody cold!! The more extrovert ones, like Popeye, Olive, Ringo, Barty...just plonk themselves on us and purr away, but for the more introverted mogs it's a bigger deal. They are naturally cautious. Genes and all that.

Tinkerbelle is a REALLY hyper-active little soul...but very cautious. But, of late, she's started to want to 'get to know me'...sitting nearby, miaowing back when I talk to her.

Perdy cat..aka Scaredy Cat....has done the same. Bless:o)) She's still the champion escape artist, though...but Junior knows her well now. And Lily Quiet Girl....likes to roll about on the bed, tummy being tickled.

Keep getting nagged from all quarters to 'get rid' of them.

La la la la la la la..not listening!!

Snip Snip

2008-12-11T03:04:00.000-08:00

The four boys are going to see Mr Vet next week:o))

That'll calm 'em down!!!

Then the girlies go after Crimble, two by two:o))

Maybe Tinkerbelle will refrain from climbing up the curtains? Nah!!!

I hope the op doesn't stop my 'Garfields'... Bart and Ringo.... from 'talking', 'cos they do chatter away sometimes. Hope they don't get any fatter, either...or shall need large dog sized cat flap to enable them to get in and out. (we have a large cat/small dog sized one at the mo, anyway).

Why use mine when I can use yours!!

2008-12-04T13:12:00.000-08:00

Well. Fourteen cats in the house.

Lots of cat litter trays. The 'little' ones are too young to let out. Need the 'op' first.

We have been trying to be eco friendly re cat litter and so have shredded paper by hand for this. Boring and doesn't half give your joints jip!! Mother uses newspaper for her mog, Jimmy, too.

So, pissed off with shredding, Junior decides that enough is enough!! We have shredder for poops sake. Soooo, she proceeds to shred the huge pile of newspapers than bro brought us the other day.

Soon, it is done. We have a few bin liners brimming with shredded Daily Mails, etc.

We changes the litters. Pops in the shredded paper....which even to me seems a little....bouncy.

Result......=.... shredded paper all over the place! 'Tis like wool and brings out the playfulness in the mogs. Bad idea.

Soooo....Min and Junior admit defeat and traipse up to the local, nearest for miles and, thus, overpriced shop and brings back cat litter!! Oh feline joy!!

Olive doesn't give a shit (language Timothy) and dives straight in....to a litter which is not hers. Why deposit a BIG bleugh in your own when you can stick it in someone else's!!

Clever mog:o))

Still pongs, though!!! Arghhhh!!!!

Mogs 1..Junior 0

2008-12-04T06:12:00.001-08:00

Junior has been a tad argumentative of late.

Think she's a bit fed up of the chores known as 'Tidying up after yourself' and ' Could you just do **** for me?'' Well, hey ho, 'tis tough. Needs must and all that, especially as Iffy Joint Old Crock aka Min isn't as nimble as she once was and needs a little help now and again.

Anyway, the mogs are hungry and need feeding. Seeing as I was up at 4am due to Junior sleepwalking into my bedroom and could not get back to sleep, I asks daughter to attend to them. One, Meg, has become really grumpy and growly which does nothing for you when you are as equally short-tempered and trying to feed the hungry furry masses. It just makes you even more bad tempered.

So, they are fed. House rule is that animals are sorted first, humans second. Junior asks me to cut her a few wedges off the homemade bread. She is going to make herself a tuna and mayo sandwich. Her favourite. Of course, the aroma is not missed and soon she has a mass of furry 'friends' vying for titbits. Still grumpy, Junior shouts and yells at them and tells them to go away, leave her alone, they've had theirs, etc. They, of course, ignore her and carrying on hassling. lol

She makes the sandwich. It is piled high with tuna mayo and they still pester her for some. She tells them that under NO circumstances are they having any of this. Not a chance. It is hers and hers alone.

Off she toddles to sit down and consume it.

A few seconds later, there is a little commotion and a child-like expletive.

She returns to the kitchen, with plate and lop-sided sandwich.

It seems that because of her bad temper (sigh) her hands slipped and plate fell onto the floor...followed by sandwich.

Ah ha!!

See!!

The mogs There's a moral in there somewhere,...eg; What goes around comes around...and all that..... but I'm in danger of losing bladder control as I'm laughing so much!!!!

I made her a fresh one and presented it in a large, non-slip bowl.

Still tittering:o))

PS. The Mogs...filled with tuna mayo sarni...are strategically lazing around..or so it would appear.....but, don't be fooled... all eyeballs are on Junior incase she drops this one aswell.