Your cat's favourite baked potato filling - testers here

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Come one, come all to the Olli et al. appreciation thread.

Mr C has started wheezing again. Give me strength.

On the upside, might see Nurse Lee tomorrow. Not in my skimpy lace nightie, Spart (good plan tho ).

Nothing like his Signature Dish prepared by his Favourite in-house chef

He's becoming quite the human food lover

I think Ollie's developing a double chin!

@Weedsnseeds1 he's topped the dizzy heights of 3.7kg

I found a packet of rump steak in the back of the fridge which was about five weeks out of date. It smelled fine so I cooked it for Matt, who is very much enjoying it

He probably thinks all his Christmas days have come at once tomorrow he will be expecting fillet

Someone is snoring in next doors garden. Flat out on his side. I shouted him and he twitched an ear and rolled over

His second garden see, like royalty. They like variety. Louis XIV used to arrange for chamber orchestras to hide in various garden rooms to delight him spontaneously as he rested.

Just saying.

No pills in for two blimmin' days here. Paper I reckon Mr C is on strike after reading the Matt Steak post. Just stumped back with cat sticks.

Do cats lie stretched out when they're hot? Ollie is doing a fantastic impression of a staffie - frog legs out behind him, front legs in superman pose. He seems happy enough

Mine do! In the winter they sleep on or near the radiator then go and splat in the middle of the kitchen floor until they've cooled down. Repeat ad infinitum.

Oh indeedy - Mr C currently in Draught Excluder mode too.

Girlcat does a great impression of "cat run over by a steamroller" on the back of the sofa when she's hot...

@Allergictoironing that's the pose. He keeps sighing and lying exhausted on the carpet that he hates

Matt does a great impress of "cat flattened by a pole!"

Matt looks like an ad for one of those dodgy claim lawyers. "If you were in an accident that wasn't your fault you may be entitled to compensation."

Lol, yes, he's a good actor - he certainly does a good "poor underfed kitty in need of a good square meal" routine.
Pleased to say he suffered no ill effects from the very out of date steak and it was so huge it lasted him three days.

O is refusing Lily's kitchen currently as "minging"
Core select fish flavour is "much more yummy an can I have some custard after?"

How does Matt feel about tummy smooches?

PIx of Girlcat & Matt making everyone's day. Are your hips any better Allergic?

Mr C woke me at dawn peeling back eyelid with a single claw. Dumped himself down on my face while I came to, thumping tail helpfully on chest.

He's better then!

Tummy smooches and tickles are allowed within reason, Spartacus, until suddenly he's had enough then he might lash out.
He is generally very good natured but I keep a wary eye out for the tail starting to thrash...

Lashy tail is known as 'He loves you so much he's biting you' response.

Hips vastly improved by a visit to my chiropractor - once I'd fought my way through the Doberman & Rhodesian Ridgeback who both adore visitors especially ones who thump them on the ribs & pull their ears. Rhodesian girl decided I needed multiple washes too .

Kitties will be very happy next week, as this contract ends tomorrow. Body will also be happy, as no more walking miles up & down corridors & to other buildings on site. Bank balance will be not so happy, and I'll miss the site stray cats.

Stay strong. All us galz at the charity shop are in agonies thanks to shifting 300 kg of rubbish kindly donated by a local yesterday. Bad backs, innit.

Catsbum faces all round today, grudgingly sharing paracetamol, deathly groans while hanging over kettle, etc. We recycled the lot, dvd by tea strainer by old Beano.

I can't walk but on the upside I have the carbon footprint of a fairy angel.

Oh today was the worst, as I was working in an area with full protection (lab coat, goggles, face mask, gloves) including safety shoes which have a very solid hard sole. Left foot hasn't been the same since they sliced the ball open to remove a Morton's Neuroma, and I was almost crying despite 60mg codeine and 1g paracetamol. If tomorrow wasn't my last day, I'd be thinking of taking the day off sick.