PB on the bed, dreamies and chat

[Ollivander84]

Here!

Season's Greetings, one añd all. Nice to see PB getting more sociable!

He loves you deep!

Weeds the very picture of innocence.

Mr C's just fallen off the worktop in the kitchen. Tried to jump up to steal food and missed. Hideously embarrassed. Still a bit weak from his flu.

I pretended I was lifting the shopping out of the bag and hauled him up onto the worktop so he could see he wasn't missing out.

Just catching up, had a few hectic weeks with work and spent half of Christmas asleep.
Best wishes to the convalescent!

The innocent decided on Christmas Eve that he no longer likes the only brand and flavour of food that has been acceptable for the best part of 3 years. Coincidentally coinciding with buying 16Kg of the stuff on sale.
That's his begging for treats face...

Foot washing at the moment. I had almost forgotten - after Seniorboy who was nearly toothless - the pleasure to be derived from a good SOOK.

I hope he's making sure the whole bed shakes when he gets into the toe creases.

Weeds your ruthlessly lovely little furry thespian knows what he's doing. I would give in like the sucker I am if Mr C adopted that expression, and in no way is he as sweet and fluffy as Weedscat.

The vibrations as they attempt to chew their own foot off are.... not exactly relaxing?

Lana he ate the emergency Sheba, which was the only thing I could purchase from local shop at 8pm Christmas Eve.
Delighted, I purchased a mega pack of 96 pouches and a same pacj of Harrington's dried.
It's now the best thing ever, so I have 94 pouches of Sheba and 16Kg of Arden Grange to force down his cantankerous neck, somehow...

16 kilos

PB wouldn't touch it.

No, the awkward black blob won't touch it now, but he's refused every fancy seafood platter/ lark's tongue in aspic type food he's been offered since he arrived " No. I don't think so. Arden Grange Chicken"
3 years later " I don't want it"
"Ooooh Sheba, I like that"
"Harrington's - don't like Sheba now"

I'm back on the 'straight and narrow'. Let him stew............

I had a lively debate with the vet about this. She was of the opinion that the more you, er, cater to their needs, the fussier the cat gets.

I was of the opinion a bit of Burger King never hurt anyone.

That was then. Mr C virtually refuses all catfood now. Doing a stand-off so he gets proper nutrition is occasionally a matter of necessity, you might find. We have started the post-Xmas Battle of Wills.

Ollie will eat either tuna in egg cat food which is virtually all crap and no nutritional value. Or organic, grain free, blessed by unicorns. There's no in between
The stable kittens eat anything he rejects

Fred and Ginge are no fools. Neither is Olli. Most of all, neither is Cozie.

I just tried to pull a loose hair from ollies fluff. Turned out it was attached

Oh Dear.

I just don't think that any cat is going to starve itself by refusing decent food for long.

You may have a bit of a standoff and the cries will tug at your heartstrings But Hey??

Made me laugh, I yanked the hair and he just looked at me "no mama"
To be fair I've also dropped my phone on his head tonight so he's retired to his chaise to eye me from a safe distance

My fussy darlings have to have Felix AGAIL in jelly,. absolutely nothing else will do. "Ordinary" Felix they will lick the jelly off and leave the lumps all dry & sad looking in the bowl; any other brand they will sniff at, cautiously maybe try a nibble, then LOOK at me before walking away.

Is he gaining weight L? He lost a lot didn’t he?

Dh informs me next doors cat is in a cone.

He's gaining a bit. I think his throat's still sore even after 2 lots antibs. He looked very limp and threadbare and destined for the rag bag for a while, but he now looks like him.

Back at the vet on 2 Jan. I'm going to ask for another antib injection, or if it's more pills I want a pot of human valium as well.

Oh Dear re the neighbours. Can you get 3rd party insurance for cats?

Cozie whenever I flap about Mr C I think of you saying that and it calms me right down. We ought to get embroidered samplers for our kitchens.

Standoff day here, evil looks as I type. Allergic AGAIL is genius, well done you.

It's the way he's refused every mortal thing he's been offered since he's arrived, bar this one food.
PAH stopped selling it, so it's now a 40 mile round trip to the nearest stockist, bought 4 X 4 Kg bags and now he won't eat it...
He ate a filthy great rat he caught, so his palate's not exactly refined

Mighty hunter

Magnificent Terror of The Chase, known to all rodents as 'watch out, he only likes rat flavour'.