Nothing like putting your friends to work when they visit…. either as official cat photographer of the evening, … or preparing dinner (and trying to keep Rupert out of it)
Category: cats
It’s official, he’s had the wire removed from his jaw today, and my big bundle of stripey misbehaviour has been signed off as fully recovered. So, now that the ordeal is over, some photos of the whole experience: Day after the accident: just home from the vet’s after an overnight stay. You can’t see it,…
After all the build up, a very uneventful flight, in which I somehow managed to get one of the prime seats. Arrived in Amsterdam this morning, to deliciously cold air and a sunny sky. By 9 o’clock or so I was home and reunited with Rupert, Zephyr and Rasha, who looked very pleased to see…
That 2009 would be an eventful year was already obvious in January, when Jen became the youngest ever recipient of the T. S. Eliot prize. 5 days later, I turned my own life upside down, by taking in 3 cats – Rupert, Zephyr and Rasha-Ba. The house hasn’t been quite the same since. At the…
… especially if you’re a kitten. Way back when, round about this time of year, Jen, Dad and I took a trip up to Churchill, Manitoba to see the polar bears. We travelled from Toronto – spending 3 days on the train. On the way, Jen taught me how to knit, patiently putting down her…
The good news is that the new “Rupert-proof” bin is proving to be a success. After 5 days, I haven’t yet found it upturned, or the floor scattered with rubbish. Frustrated in his bin-raiding habits, though, Rupert does seem to be taking out his frustrations by raiding the cupboard shelves for chocolate biscuits, stock cubes,…
Last week I ordered 3 automatic cat feeders from Amazon, and this morning I brought them over from England (wondering all the while why I didn’t just pay to have them delivered here). Although their primary purpose is to make life easier if I go away, or want to go out in the evenings, I’m…
… one giant leap for kittenkind … or something like that, anyway. Except that in all honesty, letting the kittens outside was a far smaller step for them than it was for me. First of all, the wrestling to put their collars back on (especially in the case of Zephyr who took his off 3…