PB on the bed, dreamies and chat

[Ollivander84]

Here!

Oh no O cheer up.

Ollie is looking at me like "an where are my morning cuddles?"

He's in need of them - suffering a severe case of seasonal sweetness.

He's booful yes I really did type that, Olli made me do it

He insists on cuddles before I go to work and also when I get home 🙄🙄🙄🙄

🙂

Of course I'm not overgrooming hooman. Don't be stoopid

Mr C is in no danger of overgrooming - flat out snoring all day, despite the arrival of the workmen. No warning, pre-dawn, naturally. I know my place and did the teas and coffees before the new floor was produced (flood repair).

For the fourth facking time the new floor was the wrong size. On the upside, I'm going for new floors everywhere because that's easier.

Especially when you measure the floors and order the floor from the suppliers yourself while making tea stronger than scotch and listening to the chief workman explaining how he is in charge of both his elderly parents and several grandchildren while all is not going as smoothly as anticipated in the absence of Her Indoors, currently Mrs-On-A-Hen-Night-in-LA.

'And there's the dog to see to. 12 sugars, please.'

Boycat insists on cuddles before I even get out of bed in the morning (awkward if I need the loo), when I get in from work, and at bed time. Oh and preferably after my shower & before I get dressed. All on the bed. Obviously this isn't all the cuddles, there needs to be random next-to-me-on-the-sofa sessions as well.

Poor things are sooo confused. Having had me at home mostly all day every day for a few months, I'm now out doing temp work and the shifts can be a little erratic. Some weekdays out of the house just after 7:30am, some not out until 11am. Home on those days anything between 6pm and 9pm. Occasional weekend days out 8am until 6pm. Then some days I don't work, but may or may not have an interview & go out at erratic times for those.

Boycat's tiny brain can't really cope with changes to routine

Lana - what happened to the cat that the caretaker was looking after?

Oh, The Routine - we all know the pull. It makes you feel like a beast when you have to leave the house to work for snack tokens.

Well, Spart, funny you should say that. The massive white Siamese vanished - we thought he'd been menaced off by the cacophony from builders next door.Or, ahem, died - he's pretty old.

The large detached luxury home I bought him vanished, slightly annoyingly. I think the builders would have made it uninhabitable anyway.

The caretaker, who admits to being 90, and the Siamese, who must be a hell of a lot older than that, are reunited.

They're both stone deaf. The caretaker bangs a gong at 6am (no late risers in this block). The vibrations get the Siamese up, and they have breakfast together. The dachshund from no 42 rushes out and cleans the dishes.

Everyone retires to the caretaker's office which is heated to about 150 F and has a little nap.

The caretaker flatly denies he has a cat.

Oh, and at 530 precisely nightly, an ear-splitting shriek in the manner of a riot siren rents the air, and guess who rolls up for crunchies and a hot meal, followed by the daschund escaping from no 42.

adds industrial delivery of dreamies to Xmas list for caretaker. I spent months getting Amazon catfood delivered to the caretaker's office and then saying Mr C wouldn't touch it so could he use it (crafty). Better start doing it again. Mr C would have been furious had he known.

I'm glad the Siamese is back - but I missed the bit between him vanishing and reappearing! I'm glad it is a happy ending though - except for the light sleepers, the detached house and Mr C missing out on his Dreamies.

Mr C has never missed out on a single dreamie

O has the zoomies. He's battering a jingle ball around, throwing his catnip mouse up and racing in the window. Out the window. In the window...

You keep your window open for him?

He wanted to go out
TBH I do usually have the window slightly open as I vape and it's like being in dry ice otherwise

PB wants to go out.

Tough.

I need to borrow you to train Ollie. I suspect his bog eyes might persuade you otherwise

You may have a more.........amenable neighbourhood. We're heavy on young foxes here - and the local cats carry light weaponry!

The last fox I saw ran off shrieking down the road chased by a cat
He doesn't actually venture far now, rarely more than a couple of foot from the window. Mostly he likes to be on "neighbourhood watch for DOGS"

None around here - it might suit him best that way.....

He's eating the remains of my rice pudding

Home made? (Cats adore it IME.)

Tinned. It had cinnamon in. Weirdo cat says it wasn't him and he's gone to sleep