Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

Wrong, but so right.

The husband is out at rehearsal, and I am in front of the telly with the cat, some toast with Marmite and cheese...and a lovely glass of Chilean Merlot. I can hear some of you gasping, maybe a revulsion to Marmite, and possibly its pairing with cheese, others due to the philistine behaviour of having a very nice wine with it! However, I am hoping at least one or two of you will appreciate the niceness 😉. I am also watching Vera, can't beat a good murder.

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Cats and tin-openers...

To my knowledge, my cat has never been fed food from a tin, we never have tinned cat food...so why does he always go crazy at the sound of a tin opener?! Is it some kind of in-built reflex, something in his DNA, like when he watches birds and chatters at the window...he's never caught or eaten one yet knows he should. It may be a mystery among cat owners, but something fascinating nonetheless.

Thursday, 23 February 2017

Blimey Doris!

With reports all over Twitter and Facebook of trees down, injuries caused and roads closed it seems Doris has hit with a vengeance today. I was woken by rain and wind during the night, and although it makes a warm bed seem extra cosy with a storm raging outside, my poor husband had to go out in it to work at 5.30am! The cat however has had a lovely morning sitting in the kitchen window watching leaves blowing around, one happy customer for Doris at least.

Stay safe everyone!

Monday, 14 November 2016

Praise indeed..feline fine.

Well, our little moggy Furmi (named after Enrico Fermi the physicist - science nerd husband got to name him) has just been to the vet for his second lot of injections to keep him healthy and happy, and the vet said he is a 'fine figure of a cat'...very proud! He is beautiful, but then we are biased so it was lovely to hear that :)

In 2 weeks he goes to have his 'little operation' after which he will hopefully lose part of his Tasmanian devil type playtime madness...but there is no guarantee! Toes, flappy trousers and anything he can pounce on gets attacked at the moment, and he runs at around 1000 miles per hour ;) Now though, he is curled up as I type - helpful chap, tired after a busy day.