I want a cat so so so so so much (come from a cat family, always had one at home), now I'm a grownup and live away from home and because am away from the country a lot, wouldn't be fair to have one
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And tonight whilst looking through available cats (some people gaze at housing websites, I gaze at kittens available! ) and found a little one I would love. She's just perfect and I can't have her
I even started volunteering at the local cat shelter just to be able to play with them after my shift but because I'm away so much I had to redo the four hour training (?!) every time I started a shift which was ridiculous
So please, indulge me on this wild and stormy night and tell me your cat tales of chasing string, or scratching sofas, or anything
Awwww give your senior boy a tickle behind the ears for me cozie
Sadly not destiny, I'm usually away for weeks at a time and not always back when I'm meant to be either. At one point was considering finding a new job but then figured being asked in an interview "so why do you want to work for us? - so I can get a cat " probably wasn't the best answer!
So shall hopefully live vicariously through you all instead
Seniorboy is a bit too old to do that. He took to his electric blanket at about 7.30 after he'd looked at his breakfast and is now blissfully lying in a warm fug down by my knees. (I've stayed in bed as it's Sunday morning.) He might rouse himself when I bring up his lunch, I guess.
Dh's new slipper are, for some reason, evil & must be destroyed.
Toilet rolls are also evil. What you can't see is the other loo roll around the corner. He opened a cupboard door, scrambled up 3 shelves & knocked the loo rolls down to play with. He isn't allowed in the house now when I'm out, he's only allowed into the utility.
My kitten's now 7 months old, he used up several of his 9 lives before finding us (he was discovered hiding under our car bonnet at a few weeks old) and he & I are especially devoted to each other
However this devotion was sorely tried a couple of nights ago when he went out for a stroll in the early evening, it then poured with rain until the early hours so I worried when he didn't come home & sat up until 1am, DH went out in the rain to call him in but had to give up & come to bed at 2am. He had evidently been sheltering in the building-site of a house across the road as he turned up in my bed at 3am (trying to nestle under the duvet) purring his head off, soaking wet and with a coat full of grit & brickdust
He was so filthy that I had to give him a bath the next day and had to wash all my bedding as it was full of grit
had chicken for dinner tonight and my little darling girl cat decided that if silly mom left the carcass on the counter and her in the room that there chicken was fair game for a good nibble at the bits left so mom couldnt have a cold sandwich later and the cats got all the goodies
- played football above my head (in DD's room) -broke something (I heard the crash but still haven't found what it was) - woke DS up until he got it and shut his door -jumped on DD's bed so that she woke up and came down to complain to me. - played chase up and down the (noisy, wooden) stairs.
Many years ago our old cat Angus ate the elastic string that had wrapped a cooked joint of beef. Some days later my dad was to be seen wearing a rubber glove on one hand, holding the cat with the other while the elastic came out of the end of the cat with a bit of a <twang>. Both survived. The same cat disappeared for a couple of weeks and my dad wandered the streets most evenings calling for him until one day there was a scratching at the back door and there he was, much thinner and very hungry. My dad was in bits. We think he had been perhaps trapped in a garage while someone was on holiday. Angus never did tell and sadly died of heart disease well before his time. My darling dad has Alzheimer's and is in a care home now but I think I might try to remind him of these <sniff> happy memories.
I think even if you have to tell him those stories from scratch it would make him smile. Would his care home allow you to bring in a cat for the afternoon and allow him to play with it? I've always thought things like that must help
Batcat came onto the bed this morning for snuggles then decided that my arm was actually perfect for brushing up his killing technique. He was very put out when the arm was withdrawn under the duvet and went and pounced on my feet instead.