I may have mentioned before that Miss Dilly is obsessed with Hooman-food. The sound of the fridge door opening will bring her running every time, because we may possibly be making food of some kind that involves chicken or ham or beef or most especially her favourite Hooman-food of all… cheese!
In preparation for moving house, and anticipating the need to keep the feline occupants indoors for a few weeks (an act of self defence), we have invested in a couple of covered cat litter trays. As the tribe have never used cat flaps, and even Oberon the baby of the tribe is nine years old… Read More Miss Dilly & Co – juuuuuuuuuust a little on the contrary side #cats
Any and all cat servants will be familiar with the blessed silence that follows the hallowed twice daily (or more often if they can find a mug) ritual of ‘The Placing of the Bowls!
There is a misconception that cats are merely fickle when it comes to food. I am not so sure about that. Careful observations of the ‘Miss Dilly’ crew have led me to believe that their choices are made on a mixture of masterful plotting and the wish to collectively mess with the minds of humankind… Read More Miss Dilly and Co: United Union of Radical Kittykind (UURK!) #cats
We have a window on the stairwell that leads out into the garden which all of the cats, and Oberon in particular, use as a shortcut.
Oberon goes walkabout most evenings for two or three hours.
Ever since we had Miss Dilly and Betty Poop from the CPL they have had grubby noses.
One of the most frequently asked questions from people who first see my Fables and Fabrications collection is ‘why the cat?’
Helen was been taking photos for me of various items to be listed on ebay – one of which was a dress suit belonging to Peter, but which is now several sizes to large for him.
Opening lines from ‘Grey Magic For Cat Lovers’ Just one of the stories included in Fables and Fabrications! THERE WAS SOMETHING about a new book that could thrill Kara beyond all else. That satin softness of a pristine dust jacket. That crisp cut closeness of unread pages. That indefinable waft of ink and invitation. Once… Read More Opening Teasers
A week or so back I mentioned a neighbour’s cats, Charlie and Leo, who are trying very hard to move in with us.
An excellent review for Fables and Fabrications on Murder Mayhem and More. “Compact chronicles, seemingly distilling the detail and energy from an entire novel into a condensed, compelling form … (Edwards) expertly blends matter-of-fact everyday reality with far-fetched and fanciful notions that somehow seem entirely credible.”
Sometimes I wonder if there is a sign above our door in a secret Catese script that declares the premises to be open house for felines.
Anyone with cats will know that single immutable truth about our feline overlords — namely that whatever you give them to eat will NOT be that which they are willing to consider sniffing at – much less eat, nor will ever eat, until Satan is spotted purchasing his first pair of ice skates.
With apologies to Roger McGough! Pissy Missy Dilly Cat! What do you think you’re playing at? Squatting there upon the mat? Making puddles – Don’t do that! (All good poetry comes from the heart – ’nuff said!)
You can tell when autumn starts to kick in when the cats start sharing spaces! Peter got a snap of Oberon and Miss Betty this morning snuggled up on a chair that happens also to be a sunny spot. No sign of Miss Dilly… she shares with no cat…
All has been quiet here through the summer as the three monsters spend their time out doors or sleeping on the bed! This morning I was at my computer and Miss Dilly was sitting on the window sill in the hallway a few paces away, when she started yowling. Knowing that a tabby tom cat new to… Read More Miss Dilly & Co
Yesterday Oberon was not well. He moped around the place with head on one side and plainly had an earache. I got some drops for him. On application he shot off with a banshee howl and vanished out into the garden for several hours to sulk.
Who needs the Met Office when you have cats? Today is one of those day when Miss Dilly curls up in the very centre of the futon bed and declares it a day of sleep, and you just know it will be wet and dreary morning for the morning at the very least.
Sitting here a few minutes ago, getting into writing mode, when *plonk* *clatter* *flutter* *bang* – a large wood pigeon landed on the study window sill. Now this is no mean feat for a bird that size when the sill is narrow, sloping and, being, a modern UPVC replacement, totally without purchase of any kind for pigeonish feet.
Spring is officially here as Miss Dilly brings in her first young mouse of the season. Last night Peter opened the back door and she shot in like a bat, straight into the sitting room – looked right at me and spat a small and very much live mouse onto the carpet.
Never mind Pavlov’s dog. In this house we have Coleborn’s cat!
What is it with cats and closed doors? Why do they look at a closed door and automatically feel a desire – nay, overwhelming obsession – in being on the other side of it?
Miss Dilly has the hearing of… well… a cat. And in her world there are certain sounds to be noted. The opening of the fridge door, bread bin or any kitchen cabinets, and/or any sound of chopping (i.e. use of chopping board).
Miss Dilly proved yet again this morning that she is not a domestic animal at all but some malevolent being from another planet far, far, away; or possibly another dimension, the jury is out on that one.
You know it has to be cold out when you wake at 3 am, unable to move, because there are two cats draped across you like sandbags.
