Monday, 16 January 2017

R.I.P Sweetie Saffron

Today we asked Dr Annaliese to come out to give Saffron the big needle.  We actually booked it on Friday, because she had lost so much weight over the previous week, and we spent the weekend cuddling her and feeding her on prawns, mackerel, salmon and chicken.  By Saturday afternoon we knew we had made the correct decision as she couldn't jump any more.  By Sunday night scrambling onto the divan was an effort.
Saffron lay in Simon's arms, quite contented, while Annaliese made the injection, complaining a little that it was cold, and quietly and gently died, snuggled up to him.
We miss her already.   She is buried next to Leila and we bought some bulbs and marigold seeds to plant over our little marigold coloured Sweetie.
Saffron in her prime.  This is the Saffron we remember, not the poor little lady she became
Linnie cuddled Saffron for her last few days and didn't leave her at all overnight.  He sat on Simon's lap with her until the vet actually arrived, and kissed her. 

Sunday, 8 January 2017

Week one of the new year but Piper steals the showf

Four way cuddle puddle; we got a new cat bed courtesy of Freecycle and the rubbish tip trio are joined here by Rosie, and you can't even see the bed beneath them as they fill it ....

we got another cat storage tower [the one to the left of the pic] and I thought the arrangement by reflection of stripy and orange cats was amusing, from left to right Linnie, Cecil, Saffron, Dora

Piper just went and sat on Cecil

I love pics where they cuddle each other -this is the new bed

for the toe fetishists; Piper sticks his feet up in the air

I love this tummy shot. He's not as fat as he looks, a lot of it is floof

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

Gratuitous pictures up to the end of the year

I love the way Cecil's tail dangles off the edge of the 'penthouse'

Linnie loves his kitties, here he is washing Piper

I fell asleep and was promptly colonised

"You won't get away with stealing food, little brother."  "Watch me try." 

brothers 

Worrals... one of my better pics of her 

they all love the 'igloo'.  Gypsy's toes just for those of you who love toes

Saffron loves cuddling daddy.  It was cold so she insisted on being IN the dressing gown
Pixy doesn't stay still long enough unless she's asleep, to get a clear pic!
Pixy encroaching on Worrals.  we have an armed truce here... 

Linnie has been cuddling and looking after Saffron, he is a good boy.  In the background, Rosie has also stayed close.  I can't think it will be much longer before we have to give her the Last Gift.  But she still loves guzzling gourmet gold, and purrs when cuddled.

Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Kittens galore!

Through our grief over Leila, it is impossible not to smile at the antics of kittens.  They are playful and sweet, and Ace chatters, prootles and pipes all the time he is playing.
Piper was awakened to the fact that he is a BOY [not for much longer] by the arrival of Pixy, who was considering going on season before we had her missy bits out on Monday, but he tries to hump his brothers with, one has to say, a remarkable lack of understanding of what he's doing.  And I had to laugh at his attempt at the missionary position with Kelly, who was protesting faintly as Piper grasped his neck and vibrated rhythmically at ... Kelly's left leg.
Piper is also a bit of a tea leaf... he has figured out how to fish packets of food out of the box, rip open the bottom, and lie on them to squeeze food out.


 

Now he's off with that to take it into the tunnels where it won't be interrupted.  Fortunately the tunnels are wipe-clean.
We had a nice day so the window was open, and Piper found his way out, as did Pixy.  I hasten to add they cannot get out of this run onto the road.  It's a little cramped at the moment as the wheelbarrow is in there for the winter, because my coal is where the wheelbarrow usually lives. 



Leo doesn't venture past the windowsill but he really enjoyed the sunshine and the air.




Pixy has settled in so well, you'd never guess we've only had her two weeks.  She is a loving and affectionate little cat and shouts when she wants something.   We decided to have a medical t-shirt for her, not a buster collar, because I could see her going through something with the intent of taking off the buster collar on her way ... only she got out of the t-shirt once on the way home, and then within 30 seconds of being let out when she got home, so my struggles to put it back on, hands in cage, bumping along in the car were all in vain.  She's a pest!  but she's not going at her stitches, so I gave up.  Apparently she didn't want to look like Santa's Little Helper in a red babygrow...
 Saffron is still with us, she's very much in need of snuggles with either daddy or me, and she now finds the lump uncomfortable to sleep on unless she gets on a lap and jiffles thighs apart to give her somewhere to stow it.

 Kelly adores, or rather adored, his fleece-lined kitten tunnel, but it's seen a lot of use, and it's seen more use in the last month than in the previous year, and a wire has popped, so it's in the bin now.  I'm looking for another one for him.


Believe it or not, this floor had been hoovered two hours before this picture.  The kitties like to spread the love around.

Cuddle Puddle ...

And this is the more usual view of the run at this time of year, a selection of hopeful cats hating the squirrels who bury the crisp packets they raid from bins in my garden.