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
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! Continue reading
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 and set in his ways, I removed the swing-lids. My thinking being that they would need to be used to the cover before I confuse the little darlings with doors!
Now you’d think that would not be a problem were it not for the rules of the Dilly tribe. Accept no changes – give no quarter. Continue reading
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 through organised militant action!
Take this week. For some while Felix cat food was been on permanent special offer and our tribe wolfed down packet after packet with gusto. They would eat Whiskers with slightly less enthusiasm but generally cleaned out the dishes.
As an experiment we slipped in the odd sachet of supermarket brand food and these also vanished with apparent satisfaction and so last week, rather rashly, a 48 pkt outer of said supermarket brand was purchased.
Oh dear. Continue reading