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
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. Continue reading
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.
Cat’s know what you are saying at best or at worst can read minds! Continue reading