The hunt is on for new owners.

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This is Woody, formerly known as Smudge. He has apparently been abandoned by his owners. It turns out he us nine years old, and he’s been living in our summerhouse for a few months. He’s a healthy cat and loving. We would take him in but our cats live indoors ( they are rescue cats and won’t let me take them to the vets for inoculation.) So they have to stay in, and he stays out. But it’s getting towards winter. I think he needs to be a single cat, and to be allowed freedom to come and go. But us a warm hearth too much to ask? Cats protection are putting out an appeal soon to try and find someone to take him in and give him the love he deserves. I think he will need attention to get him back with humans, but he likes to be loved and sits on your lap to be stroked.

Apparently black and white cats are not popular, which is strange as all the cats we have had, except one, have been cute black and white.

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Memory of my favourite cat.

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I painted this several years ago. She was my favorite cat. Always sitting behind the weeping fig at the top of the stairs. I painted her a couple of years before she passed away. I know it’s a long time ago because the fig grew to be about six foot high when we finally got rid of it. It’s one of very few paintings I had framed, because it was for myself. I generally don’t put them on as people can then choose what they want.

She was a lovely friendly cat, and very clever. Much loved.

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I’m the king of the castle..

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My cats play and chase each other every few hours. It starts with the female cat lying down in front of the male cat, he starts to groom her and they start squabbling, she fends him off as he tries to nip her. They then start chasing each other, sneaking up and Pouncing at each other, racing round the room and up the stairs.

Lately it been a game of “I’m the king of the castle, get down you dirty rascal…” a game that children used to play where you would stand on top of a pile of dirt or maybe rocks and your friends would try and push you off and capture the high ground.

I’ve got a pile of clothes and laundry waiting to go upstairs, but the male cat has taken to sleeping on it. His sister objects and jumps up. A few times she has chased him away, only for him to come back and recapture it! I was going to take a photo of him, but he jumped down so I’ve drawn a cat on it. It does remind me of the game we used to play.

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It’s not Bonfire night!

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And yet, fireworks are going off outside. I feel so sorry for the stray cat living outside in our shed. I hope he’s tucked up out of the cold in the cat box we got him. We tried letting him into the house today because it’s so cold, but our cats objected strongly. They started yowling at him. And as they won’t let me take them to the vets to be inoculated I dare not let him stay inside.

It’s not good to have half an hour of loud fireworks. It’s even scaring the cats inside.

And yet in one country at least they have introduced silent fireworks. Surely we should do the same.

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A cat can curl up here,

Sit on my knee.

Or on the pile of washing,

Curled up and snug.

 

Dreaming of flying birds.

Thinking of whizzing leaves,

Warm and toasty,

Curled up and snug.

 

Winter shivers the bones,

Rain drips down necks,

Sun sets early,

Curled up and snug.

 

Food to eat and water to drink,

Warm and draft free

Thinking of sitting in a tree.

Curled up and snug…..