I sometimes think our outdoor cat knows he’s onto a good thing…. Its been raining heavily and blowing 60 mile an hour winds, but he insists on going outside. The shed door is propped slightly open so he can shelter, but after an hour I shouted him. He came in, a bit damp, had something to eat and drink then went back to the door with my hubby. He was standing there holding the door open, but the cat didn’t want to go out. So then he came and sat on our armchairs (there’s a cushion between us), but no, I tried stroking him, he jumped off and tried out our bedroom, but soon came back downstairs. Now he’s sitting and staring at me. I also think he’s a bit nervous of the noise the gale is making. He keeps staring at the window. I can understand my two indoor cats, but this one is new. I can’t mind read what he wants yet……
In front of fires
Our three cats keep warm.
Curl and stretch
Where the warmest places are
You will find them.
On the coldest nights
They each have their ‘spot’.
There comfy place.
To sleep and rest
You know that feeling when you might be being taken advantage of? The outside cat came in at about 6pm. Had a meal, a good drink, then popped upstairs to sleep on our bed. Now, 11.30pm, he’s come down, come and looked at us for a minute in the living room, gone off, had a drink, then waited by the back door to be let out.
Cats, they really do have humans under their claws! I’m supplying bed, breakfast and an evening meal. I do think he’s getting more social, but he’s got the best side of the deal!
Put a paw
Over your nose
Chase mice or birds
Toys or string
Wake up refreshed
Time to race
A great big cat, he’s clearly moving in. Stayed most of last night and got in bed with my hubby last night under the duvet! When I got up at 7.30 he was asking to go out (outdoor cat, not hubby!) Now he’s sleeping on the doubled arms of the armchairs, between us. Sometimes a questing paw reaches out to rest on my arm. Little claws kneading slightly…. He is a very big cat. I think because if he wasn’t he would not have survived. Sleeping cat, happy cats!
He’s coming in at night more and more, he’s finding comfort and warmth. My cats are being tolerant (probably because they were rescue cats where there were twenty cats in the house). They sniff each other and then find somewhere to rest. This cat stays in longer ever night, we are his safe space. After an hour or two he goes to the back door and yowls, asks to be released. One day he might stay the whole night, but I understand he wants his freedom. In the meantime I’m getting him flea and worming treatments so he doesn’t pass anything on to my two. I’m glad he’s befriended us. X
We were watching TV but he fell asleep. An awkward position, across the arm of the armchair. It was difficult because he was moving. Black and white sketch using a fineliner pen. It’s a small A5 sketchbook that I’m using. I have almost run out of paper!
Cone of shame or not my boy cat is very chilled! After an evening of walking backwards trying to get out of the plastic cone he soon settled down. He’s eating and drinking and doing other cat things OK. He’s having the tablets the vets prescribed so he won’t have to wear it for much longer…. . It’s a bit strange when he walks along and bumps into things (the cone is wider than his head so it catches on things). He caught it on the edge of the microwave yesterday and fell off the kitchen counter. Luckily that cat landing on all four paws thing happened and he was fine..
What do cats dream of? Running away from plastic cones? Probably! Dream on boy, dream on…
Well he is around, and he did come in and eat earlier on, but despite it blowing a gale he doesn’t seem to want to come in. I think becausemy hubby has dragged him in a few times so he has decided he might be trapped inside (this despite spending two hours on the settee last night). I guess he knows his own mind, he yowls loudly to get out once he’s in and the door is shut… We will make progress I’m sure. But on his terms, not ours.
After reading the cycling magazine the cat fell into a deep sleep. As I watched him his back legs started to kick and wheel, like he was pushing pedals, hard. In his dreams he was riding a small bike, resting his forepaws on softly covered handle bars. Cycling up and down the rooves, down into guttering, splashing along, kicking leaves down to the ground. Now he’s going for a wheelie, front wheel pulled up. Leaping the gap between two houses, tail flying like a flag. Eventually, after half an hour of chasing his tail on the bike, round and round in rattling circles, he falls gently into a quiet sleep but remembering his ‘mad cat’ adventures.