Cat and ball ⚽

Our cat loves this ball, it’s a ping-pong ball covered in a knitted stripy fabric.

Suddenly there will be a clatter and the cat, who takes the ball upstairs in her mouth, is chasing it downstairs, then into the kitchen or along the living room floor.

She bat’s it backwards and forwards between her front paws, or under the settee then pulls it back out with her claws. The game goes on for half an hour or so. In which time she will run up and down stairs several times. If she was a footballer she would be a premiership star!

Last night I started throwing the ball up stairs and then she chased it back down. Having cats are fun.

Cat reflected

On one side my cat in the mirror, on the other side the view of him across the bedroom. Surprisingly the first image was in the mirror. I think I had a bit of camera shake when I took the photo of him across the room. It’s also odd because there seems to be more depth of field (depth perception) in the first one. I might do more pictures of reflections and see how they turn out.

Cat on the line!

Our outdoor cat has decided to take charge of my hubby’s railway set. Luckily there is a pond painted in the centre so he can lie on it and not do too much damage. He’s got a heater in there so he is nice and warm. He’s also started coming in for a few minutes at night. Although he did swipe a paw at my boy cat last night. He’s happy, well fed, and has lots of fun.

My Emma Bailey ceramics cat

It’s a lovely little cat with yellow and black decoration. It’s only small, about 7 inches tall. He’s smart and adds to my ornaments on the mantlepiece. Emma does larger cats and lots of other objects. The ceramics have designs that are reminiscent of Clarice Cliff pottery from the 1930’s.

Emma Bailey ceramics is based at Middleport pottery in Middleport, Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire. Check opening times as the pottery is open at the moment.

Hey hooman, fetch me my tea

My paws are cold, turn on the heating hooman. Miaow, where’s my food? Little questions or demands they make. Insisting they are served. Hooman you have no choice, you are in my power. Now play with me, no I want to curl up and sleep, oh I’ve changed my mind, I want to go out.

Hooman, you should know I don’t eat THAT food. It is not special enough. Give me more of the rich tasty stuff.

Hooman? Where is my catnip? I née my catnip toy. I love you hooman. But don’t try and pick me up! No I won’t take my claw out of your hand!

Purrr, I’m feeling friendly. Let me put my claws in your leg. Oi let me down hooman. I’ve had enough fuss!

Cats, they take over…

You have to be owned by a cat. You don’t own it. My cats know what they want and when they want it. The boy stares sweetly at me when he wants a titbit from my plate. His sister miaows at me when she wants food or petting. Both are very relaxed around us most of the time, but even though they are fully grown, they still have mad half hours when they meet up, sniff noses and then start chasing each other.

My female cat must be a reincarnated football player, she has several small toys made out of ping-pong balls that she bat’s backwards and forwards between her front paws along the length of the living room and kitchen… I’ve trodden on them in the dark.. Ouch!

The boy likes sleeping on my lap or chest. He gets on my lap and effectively pins me down. Eventually I have to pick him up and put him on the floor. He doesn’t like that.

Cats are great pets, self sufficient but loving.

Our outside cat comes in occasionally now. He is tolerated by the other two. I think he’s getting more used to them… Fingers crossed he will be in by winter.

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Noises in the garden and the shed.

Snuffling, rushing past, got me rattled. Some sort of noise being created by a thing out in the garden. But the gates locked and the sheds shut. Bowls are rattled, things clash, is it the wind, a burglar, a rat, or a hedgehog? I guess hedgehog…. They like standing on the edges of their bowls to get at the cat food we put out for them. Not sure about the rushing past though? I think it’s the cat doing that…. Anyway we had a good walk round in the rain and the dark… Nothing dangerous seen… Maybe we’ve got badgers?…..

Cats

You can’t escape them. If they want to climb up your leg and stick their claws in, or jump across the room to get on your shoulder? Then they will spring athletically with powerful muscles and grip on like grim death!

Food? You want to share? No… But they look at you with those great big eyes and you are hypnotised. But they are such good companions (which means when it suits them, not you) it’s amazing how a three to four kilo animal can pin down a human, who then apologises when the time comes to move them. Dead weight? Surely cats weigh more!

Cats have their own minds. They don’t like being controlled. You can’t pick them up if they don’t want to be. They squirm, and watch out for the claws!

They have their skills, catching rodents. But why do they have to leave you a ‘little gift?’ that cartoon image of a mouse with crosses for eyes springs to mind.