‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing was stirring, not even a mouse
Then Fezzy saw Iestyn and chased him from the room
Chubbles got scared and shot off at a zoom
Sponja was curled up all comfy and snug
And Emric wandered over and threw up on the rug.
Happy Christmas from Planet […]
SO BACK to the vet’s last night with Emric, only four days after we took him in the last time. Friday’s visit was because of his weight loss but all the tests done on him ($450 of ‘em) didn’t show anything wrong with him. yesterday evening I noticed his left eye was totally bloodshot, almost bright red, so we took him in again. The poor sod was panicking in the catbox and car but calmed down once the vet started checking him out.
And the news isn’t too good: his blood pressure is way higher than normal and there’s no sign of […]
WE’VE decided to adopt Sponja permanently and house her in our home. This will take the number of cats to four, leaving me firmly in sixth place behind Emric, Iesyn Fezzy, Sponja and the washer and dryer in terms of importance but it’s worth it. Long gone are the days when I couldn’t get within 30 yards of Sponja without her legging it; I can now sometimes get to within three feet before she runs under the bed in the spare guest room.
As she’s been living in the house since May after having her latest - and final - batch of kittens, […]
NO, THEY didn’t. Despite Ev staying at the pet store doing her best to get someone, anyone, to take either Grace (left), Captain Crook (centre) or Boss, no one did. I don’t know whether it’s because they’re too big, too stripey, too skittish or because Ev rejected my idea of dressing like a Thai hooker, but they’re back in our house along with the other three who aren’t ready to be put out for adoption yet. Oh, and the other three four five who are already in there. Will someone please adopt these sodding cats?
UPADTE: Maria has taken Grace! So now […]
IT’S happened again. While I was in Britain, Ev noticed that one of the black kittens we released into the wild in December - they’re from the same litter as Fezzy - was pregnant. Last week I noticed she was a lot thinner and wondered where she’d dropped the sprogs. After calling Ev and discovering she’d heard kittens crying during the night, I saw the kitten head towards and go inside this:
“This” is what the socially-inept bints who sold us the house euphemistically called “the fountain”. I’m not making that up. It’s just a big plastic shell covered in chicken wire, […]