Newboy: sequel that's better than the original

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Executive decision by Mr C.

cozie I'm following this with a mixture of amusement and absolute awe at your patience. I once lived with three Siamese and their man. They won, and I moved out!

I love cats and have three mogs- one of whom is a distant cousin of ollivanders Ollie in his soppy ridiculousness .

Just couldn't do what you are doing. He is so very lucky. I do wonder whether as you say he has sight issues but a vet visit very very distant prospect of course.

I'm (almost) loathe to say this but I've sometimes felt that Ollie - a very bright cat - doles out his soppiness in carefully modulated portions.......Ollivander is so under the paw that she likely wouldn't notice.

BTW - three Siamese (who get on with each other) are a force to be feared indeed. Your chances were about 0!

cozie!!!

He is currently disagreeing with you

Well you would say that, wouldn't you?

Ahem - before a spat unseemly for Ladies of the Litter develops, may I just mention 'Lightly warmed soup'.

My mate had a Bengal for a year before anyone realised she was mostly blind. She's fine, by the way, cats are much better at coping than two-legs.

No issues with Newboy's conversational prowess, however, it is clear.

Snorting at lightly warmed soup
TBH I would say I'm not convinced Ollie is that bright but I guess living stray for so long says otherwise...

Olli most strays manage under a year. His intellectual credentials are perfect.

Well if his sight is compromised at all, lightly warming his soup is only humane. (Smell.)

I'm OK if his eyesight is dodgy. Seniorboy was the exception - many of the breed have poor sight. (I grant you that in such a young cat........)

Ohh he's lovey

As ever, you are only perfect and right. '

'Watchful waiting' is the MO here. How was last night?

London is so cold I thought my thyroid had gone again until BBC admitted it was only 5 degrees. Self and Mr C clung to each other to stay 'lightly warmed'. Moral: keep that heated pad for yourself :)

The heated pad has not been used.

Mind you, I thought that that would be the final fate of the activity centre and he's sprawled upon Top Bed again this morning.

He is a cautious cat, and needs to fully examine and observe everything before he can decide whether it is poisoned or not, or has a snake hidden in the folds, or is a trap. Takes mine forever to touch anything new - unless Dreamies or Catnip are involved!

He's a strange one, though. Very courageous - the first time he encounters something. (Desperate to explore anywhere that's been closed off to him for example.) I think he's truly had to fend for himself and hasn't experienced the joy of luurrvvv.

Well, hasn't he got the best surprise ever in store for his little darling furry self. He is only young, too, brain still plastic.

Some people shouldn't be allowed cats. Look, I know this is probably useless/very rude/unnecessary to Badhome but is it worth a word with the rescue centre? They might know more/be able to do something, although given how low the bar is set on animal welfare regs can't think it would be anything hardcore. They might also want to be tipped the wink in case a Newboy relation rolls up.

Mr C was at least 6 when I got him and feral as buggery. He gets closer to me all the time, still; the best of love is a process.

Cozie - how is he today?
Ollivander - slight derail sorry folks... does Ollie have....fangs? He is the spit of my boy in looks ( except mine is rather bigger) and in temperament . Mine lived on the mean streets for a while, where the awful feral children through stones at him for fun.

cozie - yes meant to say I was well outnumbered there. It was actually quite stressful, even though I love animals! A pregnant stray turned up at the door and we took her in. Something killed all her kittens- suspect it was the alpha female. Siamese are not a cat for a novice to be sure. New boy has landed on his paws , even if he hasn't fully accepted it yet...

Today has been .......interesting. He didn't ask for his tea but came down, quickly and silently - right into the kitchen - when I called him with his 'food phrase'. Now he's back up but off down the stairs again. (And opening a ground-floor door from the sound of it. I actually have some WD40 but I've decided that I'd rather know what he's up to for the time being. )

Mighty - he does! Well. One fang as the other was embedded in his nose. He was a stray for 4 years

He's talking. (Well. Declaiming, really.)

Darling kitty - hes telling you :)

Probably his stock recommendations - he was being most insistent. Then sat on the hall rug for a bit, watching me.

He is suffering with a terrible case of sweetness!

Mr Cs got a new thing where he catches my gaze with the Snack Stare and then just opens his mouth a tiny bit as if to mew plaintively. But he can't be bothered, and shuts it again, as that by that time I am already up.

Can I just ask what soup you warm up? Is it a special cat soup?