Tuesday, March 27, 2012

They are all well ...

the 'upstairs cats' Macc & Ming

the luxury-loving 'downstairs cat' Ratty, formerly a street cat, if you would believe it

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:

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.


Thursday, March 15, 2012


Drawn with the mouse - which must be appropriate! 

For all of you who may have a need to procrastinate, Prima told me about this site called 'Scribbler' that turns one's doodles into ...  I was going to say 'Art' but I think 'scribbles' is more apt.  I would love to have a stylus and a tablet to experiment with as the  tethered mouse is awkward, to say the least. 

Thank you for all your good wishes during my absence.


Wednesday, March 14, 2012


Today the dog turns 13.  Is it mad to celebrate a dog's birthday?  A dog who lives on the other side of the world from you and who is 'not long for this world'?


(They are old photos).

January 2012

See, not just cats ...

The cats are all well and were delighted when we returned home.  Ratty did another walkabout last week, in celebration I suspect, of the full moon.  He was determined to come out for our evening walk with us then took off into the golf course.  He was AWOL for 36 hours, but when I came home from hospital on Thursday morning, he was in the back garden, lounging on one of the chairs.  He came bounding in, full of song when he heard my voice.

It has been a stressful few weeks, especially in London where I ended up visiting three professors, rather than my usual one.  Unfortunately I wasn't able to meet any of our fellow bloggers, next time perhaps?