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
Oberon goes walkabout most evenings for two or three hours.
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.
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…
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!