I seem to be picking Newboy up tonight......

[cozietoesie]

Currently in the middle of making arrangements to meet - he's a breed rescue - and yet to check over the house for 'breakability' issues etc. (He's only young - and it's a good few years since I had a cat that could potentially leap living with me.)

Yikes!!

It's surprisingly difficult even with a mostly pale cat. They seem to have this 'cloak of invisibility' which they put on. As a kitten, and much smaller, he'd have been quite impossible to find.

I sang to Ollie once. He gave me his best horrified face and jumped out the window to go outside

Ah.

I've just seen him - although I pretended not to have noticed him.

Ahhhh Cozie - how have I not come across this thread before now! Welcome, welcome [Star] NewBoy [Star]

I seem to have something in my eye.....

Can't wait to see photos!

No. I see no Siamese! Good luck with the vet. Vet and Siamese? Two words that strike fear into the heart of any cat owner!

Sounds like a game of cat and mouse except you're the cat!

Cozie, I am so blummin jealous of your new addition, even though he is being rather elusive!
I give him another 48 hrs of hiding! There is only so much chatter a Siamese can hold in 😬

I can't wait to see photos of the handsome chap!

I am desperate for another as I still miss my boy terribly but can't get one until we find a new house

He's got himself behind a couple of Kutani cats on a shelf in the upstairs sitting room. (Good camouflage! They're large pieces.)

Ripe for tipping off the shelf if you say "vet" out loud or act in any other way unbecoming to a cat slave!

There is that. (And they're valuable pieces.) Clever boy!

Siamese are! You know that

I shouldn't think this is any help, but if Mr C ever goes missing I mew piteously. He rolls up or mews back as I howl to the moon.

What am I saying? Something tells me Newboy is a cool customer :)

Maybe when he's a bit used to me, Lana. He still thinks I'm the Creature from the Black Lagoon!

He'll revise his opinion sharpish, I reckon :)

It's over 90 here. We're both melting. Mr C had palpitations last night, but he's ok now. Dreaming of taking him to live in the country with fields and a stream for him to fish in.

Over 90. Blimey. We're cool enough for me to have the electric blanket on.

I'm waiting for him to go somewhere else now so that I can remove the Kutani cats. I plain forgot about them.

MrC would LOVE the country. Local cider.

I had a half pint of real scrumpy once. (Tasted like ditchwater.) it had the most unusual effect - hard to describe but I can only put it as being drunk from the knees down. I'm trying hard to imagine Mr C with the same stuff taken.

I can send you some Scrumpy if you like cozie and Lana. Maybe not .

Best not. I have to stay very sober indeed to deal with The Glowering One.

He will be skulking and plotting. And wondering when is too soon to start shouting his list of demands

The glowering covers a multitude of bad thoughts, I think. His glances feel like daggers.

You can always feel their eyes on you. Or a claw, if you're stable cat

In fact, maybe I should get very merry indeed to deal with him.