Several weeks ago we bought a cat flap, which Peter fitted to the back door with remarkable ease.
To get our tribe used to said flap we propped it open during the day and they have got quite used to popping in and out.
I have been posting all of them in and out through the flap when closed and on each occasion they stare about them on the other side of the door – totally discombobulated. Narnia, they say, is not like this!
I have tried coaxing them with Dreamies (the ads lie – cats will not do anything for those treats!). I have tried all manner of tricks but still they can’t seem to realise that the flap is not some impenetrable barrier.
They sit outside and cry until let in – or else stand in the kitchen ‘beside’ the flap and wail to go out – but none of them have yet managed to get the hang of it…
Of course Pumpkin (from 2 doors down) has had no problems and pops in often for a snack…
We have, without doubt, the three stupidest cats in Britain.
It occurred to me that my cats are faulty. Why? Empty boxes. Endless youtube clips and postings from friends find the reaction of their feline darlings to a box of any kind entertaining with often hilarious antics. Continue reading
The cats have hated the house in chaos whilst the new kitchen is being installed.
Oberon and Betty Poop have retreated to the back bedroom – often hiding beneath the spared bed.
Miss Dilly wanders freely around the house and does not seem to be affected as much, except that she has taken to hiding in the front room in some as yet undiscovered spot. Three times in the past week she has been inadertently shut in there. You would think she’s learn after the first time… but no, she prefers to pick her way through the chaos and lurk in unexpected places! She is, after all, Miss Dilly!
Today was the plasterers turn. Nice guys who cleared up after them – even mopped the floor even though they will be back to make more mess tomorrow (unlike the sparkies!).
Ugly holes in walls all filled in and next boards to the ceiling
Plus the gas fitter checking the gas capping.
Tomorrow the plasterers return (which is a good name for a pub) to finish off and then it will have to dry before the fitters arrive.
Oberon hides beneath the spare bed and Betty Poop is on it. Of Miss Dilly there is no sign!
This morning we had proof, should there ever have been doubt, that Miss Dilly is a tyrant… More of that later.
It is three months since we moved house and in this smaller place it is easier to watch the dynamics of the resident clowder. Continue reading
When Oberon came to sit on my lap last night he was being a real mard-arse, moaning and complaining and demanding attention.
As he tends to be a winger at best of times I didn’t take too much notice until I realised his ear was wet. Some critter had bitten right through it and it was a bit of a mess Continue reading
Miss Dilly is a law unto her self at best of times but her contempt for all things rodent apparently has no bounds.
Recently spotted : Miss Dilly chasing a mouse which went to ground in its hole at the base of the wall at the top of the garden.
Undaunted our intrepid hunter settled down to await its re-emergence and waited
And waited… Continue reading