
So they keep their claws out.
Covered over, not so smart
But safe at least, from little paws
I want to save my chair from holes
Cats are cheeky, need a scratching pole!
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So they keep their claws out.
Covered over, not so smart
But safe at least, from little paws
I want to save my chair from holes
Cats are cheeky, need a scratching pole!

Twelve years ago, another cat we took in as a stray. He wasn’t microchipped. He was going in a local shop and climbing on their shelves, they didn’t like it so we took him in…. He used to sit in the middle of the road waiting for me to come home. Sadly he was injured by a car and had to have an operation to save his leg. He recovered but a year later he was knocked over again. I was so sad to lose him. I think he was the silliest cat I ever met. I even used to draw cartoons of him having adventures. Climbing trees, balancing on fences, stealing steaks!

One of the cats is happy with the new chairs, I’m not sure if I will put a cover over them. The cats might scratch them if I don’t, but I can feel the heat from the radiator at the moment so it can wait a bit. But this is the most comfortable I have been in years. Hooray!

Black and white
Neat and tidy
Often aloof
But sitting beside me.
Paws lined up
Waiting to dine
Everything about him
Is oh so fine.
He’s only a moggy
A white and black cat
He can be soppy
And he’s getting quite fat!

Someone bought some metallic paints in to an art group I go to. I could have painted flowers but I did a ginger cat instead. I enjoyed using curving brush strokes. It only took a few minutes to paint but it cheered me up.
I have metallic paints somewhere in the house but I can’t find them. I intend to have a clear out so hopefully they will turn up.

The cats slept but I didn’t.
Little snores kept me awake.
I don’t like the dark
Or the cold
Being on my own.
One cat gets under the covers
Claws out, poddling me
It’s sweet but
Then she gets too hot
Leaping out and away.
I tried reading
But I ached,
My mind raced
Too tired to sleep now.
Third night this week….

Brr it’s cold tonight, the wind is blowing and we might have some snow. The cats can open doors but don’t want to close them! That let’s the draughts through from the back door area. Our cat flap is old and loose through wear and tear. I’ll get up and shut the door, then a cat comes in and pushes the inner floor open and whoosh, cold air. The cats have warm fur so they aren’t bothered, but I’m shivering, brrrr

When I got an ink roller to blot out the name and address on a letter I realised I could also draw with it. This is from 4 years ago and came up on Facebook memories. This was one of my experiments. Since the roller made quite a wide mark it turned into a fat cat! Some of it is using a fine line pen but if you use the roller edge you can also draw lines.

Cats! They are sometimes sweet, sometimes bonkers. One of mine seems to think he’s an otter! He’s just come upstairs purring gloriously and left wet paw prints next to me as I was sitting on the edge of the bed. A purraow and now he’s washing his paws. Reminds me of a quote from Dylan Thomas’s Under Milk Wood…. Before you let the Sun in make sure it’s wiped it’s feet!

All my cats have black patches on their noses. Apparently the black in cats is actually a type of tabby (ginger) and sometimes in bright sunlight you can even see stripes where part of the coat has faded. Most of the cats I have had have been black and white, none of them were pedigree and a lot of them were cool characters. One particular cat was very intelligent. She came when I whistled or called, but would also jump across gaps when I called her and liked to ride on my shoulder. She was a stray when we got her and lived to a good age of around 19.
Want to get a pet with an independent personality? Think of adopting a rescue cat!
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