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He’s sitting on a towel on the back of the settee. As I pass he stretches on his back and paws reach out, sometimes snagging my tee-shirt as I walk past. Off for a quick snack and a drink in the kitchen then he lies down, Curls up, nose under paw, tail wrapped round. Warm, happy, comfy…. I wish I was a cat!
She gave me the metal cat as a present, it was sweet of her, but I could not get over the staring eyes. Googly eyes. Glass eyes. It was like the cat had no eyelids.
I put my ‘present’ on the windowledge in the kitchen. As the nights drew in the cat was more noticeable. The eyes, staring. I would try and look the other way as I walked past it to the back door or the bathroom, and on my return I would look at the cooker or the fridge just to avoid its eyes. Her eyes, definitely female, feline eyes.
It was a few months later, September or October, when the nights began to last longer than the days. I looked over at her, but she was facing the other way? Looking out of the window? I asked my husband, no he hadn’t moved her. I asked him to put her back facing inwards. She’s heavy so he did it for me. But, the next night, the same thing. We moved her back… This was the same every night for a week. It kept happening.
The next night I looked and she wasn’t there. I looked around, she was by the cat flap! This was mad. Either my husband was doing it, or the cat had some sort of magical power? I was getting scared it was very strange. I wanted to tell someone, but my husband said if I told the police, or friends, they would think I was going daft.
Every time I put the cat back it moved overnight. So what else could I do? I stayed up after my husband had gone to bed. I looked in the kitchen, and as I did, the cat stretched, front legs, then back legs, arched it’s back, tail straight up…. And jumped… Jumped off the ledge, onto the kitchen counter and onto the floor! It looked back with those eyes…. I was mesmerised. It walked to the back door and I followed. It pawed at the door. What could I do? I opened it. As I did, ghostly black cat shapes poured in! All of them with staring eyes. I knew then I wasn’t safe….
Take two cats and a box. Add one cat to the box, the other on top of it, stir in a bit of playfulness and a few pounces and you get this. Fun! I only just managed to get the photo as a split second later the female cat shot across the room leaving her brother with his head spinning.
Digital drawing of a cat that I drew a few years ago on sketchfu. I drew a series of these about the adventures of this cat. I imagined him getting up to all sorts of tricks, balancing on washing lines, chasing goldfish, stealing steaks from neighbours kitchens. I don’t know where the other old drawings went. I have had to change my computer a couple of times when it crashed so they may be lost for good.
I really need to save things to a seperate hard drive, the trouble is I have so many images, I don’t know how to store them….
Why do cats like sitting and or lying on things? This is a blue carrier bag with a couple of fish on it saying save our seas, I think he just likes it because its soft. He also likes the washing basket, my rucksack, a cardboard box or two, the arm of the settee, and especially my hubby’s clothes when he’s got undressed ready for bed. The cat sleeps wherever he wants.
Keeping himself clean
Soft and shiny fur
He likes to be seen
It makes him purr
Sharpening his claws too
That’s what you have to do.
When you are a black and white cat.
Not too thin, not too fat.
Just lovely, friendly, neat
with neatly washed feet x
Digital doodle, using the Sketcher app on my phone. Instead of lines I used a tool that creates small oblong. Then a ribbon tool for the whiskers. Using a pink background and a dark green pen tool makes an interesting colour combination. With delicate lines I think it gives an ethereal effect.
Loud rattling at the cat flap! Something trying to get in…. I went to open the door, but there was just darkness. I went back to preparing out evening meal. Then. More rattling. I went to the door and opened it, our boy cat was outside in the dark, trying to get back in. He dashed into the kitchen and proceeded to give me the biggest headbump ever. Just pleased to see me.
Talking to hubby, we decided he must have sneaked out when hubby went out to put some food in the shed for the hedgehogs.
When a small train arrived this morning for my hubby he took it out of its packaging in a flash. Discarding the box it came in. Boy cat pounced on it and tried to get in!
Much amusement and a few photos later! Here he is, the cat on the mat in the box. Box squashed flat! My hubby is pleased with the trains and the cat with the box. Win-win!
I apologise for using the term ‘hooman’ I see it when people post about cats. I guess it’s a fashion thing. Do you think it’s a bit too cutesie?
Might be worth reading Cat watching by Desmond Morris.
I’m trying to clear out some rubbish, but the cat decided she liked the taste of this!
Naughty cat!
Don’t eat that!
It’s not good for you,
Silly moo!
Polystyrene
Don’t chew!
Leave it alone
It’s not a snack
On it you won’t get fat!
Silly naughty cat!
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