The Very Eventful Lives of the Excellent Cats

[TheShellBeach]

Calling all cats and their overworked slaves - join us as we grudgingly accept that every day is National Cat Day as far as our moggies are concerned.

My girls are having a very tough life.

@TheShellBeach haha! that's my sons leg 😀

They look fabulous x

Thank you - they are the light of my life ❣️

Marking place for lots of lovely cats.

This is Rosie - chilling in the log store, followed by a sleep on the sofa.

I bet they are. Gorgeous all curled up together. Could cry. So cute x

Well you did rename him "Haveasnack" 😂

Introducing Mollie, Mango and Moomin, seen here surely hatching a plan that involves biscuits…

Trio of terrible cuteness!

Prince bit me awake. Both cats breakfasted several times, now retired back to bed, outraged at clocks going back. Purring loud from beneath duvet.

Both thoroughly pissed off with the downpour but too stubborn to come in where it's warm and dry 🙄

Linney has just come in out of the rain, reluctantly.

He only decided it was his duty to do so when he noticed Suzy on the windowsill.

A friend has just asked me if I know any poems about black cats. One of the friend's friends has just had to say goodbye to hers. (He went by the name of Sid.) So my friend wants to send a comforting little verse.

So here I am, asking on her behalf.

Probably not very useful I'm afraid but I learnt this Walter de la Mare poem as a child and it has stuck. (Possibly why I have three black cats)

In Hans' old Mill his three black cats
Watch the bins for the thieving rats.
Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,
Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:
Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where
The cold wind stirs on the empty stair,
Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.
Then down they pounce, now in, now out,
At whisking tail, and sniffing snout;
While lean old Hans he snores away
Till peep of light at break of day;
Then up he climbs to his creaking mill,
Out come his cats all grey with meal -
Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.

Oh Grumpy!
I learned that at school too.

Moose and Tadgh say hello

https://chasingthefourwinds.wordpress.com/2017/08/17/black-cat-appreciation-day/

Can't find my anthology of cat poetry (lost in the depths of my library 🤣) but I found this on t'interweb which might fit the bill?

They Will Not Go Quietly By Linda Barnes

They will not go quietly,
The cats who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
Their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
We hear a meow at the door.
Or step back when we drop
A tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
The food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
We miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
And a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
Belongs to them . . . and always will

Grumpy, that's perfect.

Mango making best use of an extra hour

Mango is a very long, stretchy cat!

He doesn’t subscribe to shrimping or loafing if there is a double bed available

So peaceful 🥰🥰🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

2 of my girls having a cuddle and holding up her nose for a kiss 😻

Daphne says hello. She was 6 months old a couple of days ago.