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| the 'upstairs cats' Macc & Ming |
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| the luxury-loving 'downstairs cat' Ratty, formerly a street cat, if you would believe it |
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| and the magnificent Miss Beowulf - Norse Woods - Doyle, in her favourite fruit bowl: definitely a 'downstairs cat' |
I wish I could say that peace reigns supreme and that the er, tensions between Mr Macc and Miss Wolfe were all distant memories, buried by the hatchet of time. This is not the case. Even while I was uploading these photos there was another chase, roaring and hair pulling incident: very tiresome.
The survivors of the mass poisoning are thriving. We have lost none of the street cats since January. Tiny Tim has been sort-of adopted by next door and is flourishing on regular meals. LG is the healthiest I've ever known her, thanks to not having kittens I surmise, while Helmet (who should be 'Bonnet'), Scout and Skippy are also doing well.
I must try to get a photo of Seams before she disgorges her current bus load of passengers as she looks quite funny - picture a double-decker on its side but not red and you have an idea of her shape. If we could have her spayed we would stabilise our population because she is the mother -- the super-successful mother -- of almost all of the street cats. She is very wily and skittish and I think, impossible to catch: I have touched her once in the years I've known her. I am sure it was a momentary aberration when distracted by food.
Here are some of them enjoying breakfast:
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| clockwise from the top: Skippy, Tiny Tim and Black Tom |
I know that I have been neglecting you all, and my blogs, for the last little while, which I apologise for. Thanks for your continuing interest in our sagas. As for me, I think you can fill in the gaps ... next week I go in for an experimental treatment which might help.
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