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.

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

RIP Leila

It is with shock and sadness that I announce Leila's sudden and totally unexpected death.

We were out all day because of a sick relative, and I arranged my lovely cat sitter to come in, who last saw Leila alive, well, hungry, and happy to be stroked at about 4pm.
When we got in, at a quarter to midnight, she was lying on the floor, stiff and dead.  What happened? I don't know.  She was partly under a little table, so no question of a fall.  Heart attack?  Brain embolism/tumour?  impossible to say.  She came from the same area of Ipswich as my Biddi who, the vets thought,  had a brain tumour, maybe there was some kind of genetic flaw in the population.
It's the down side of rescue cats.  They can have hidden problems from early privation and from inbreeding.  But it was such a shock.  Scampi and Worrals were sitting vigil with her until we came in.  They were the only two cats Leila really tolerated near her.
I don't have many photos of Leila, to my sadness, she wasn't fond of having her photo taken, and was inclined to butt the camera because it wasn't feeding her ... I  have a couple of nice ones though.

Leila was surnamed 'Twinkletoes' for her ballet slippers .... which she always tucked underneath her when sitting up as if embarrassed by them.  You had to catch her sprawling... this is her towel... she liked that better than any blankie.

She looks very like Rebel, I had to check it wasn't Rebel ... 
And she did enjoy the windowsill a little bit, though she wasn't keen on being downstairs.

One thing she loved was her nip mouse, not that there was a lot of nip left in it, and she had chewed holes in it, but she wailed when I took it away and gave her a new one.  The new one wouldn't do at all.  I had to wash and mend it as best I could, and she would toss it about, chirruping to it, and take it into her towel box to sleep with it between her paws.  What was so special about a tatty old mouse, i don't know, but she loved it.  We have buried it with her. 

I put an agapanthus over our little pantha which may be scraggy at the moment but it will be glorious next summer. 

Sunday, 11 December 2016

Accidents and Arrivals

Hey guys!  We've been BUSY!

The kittens settled in well, and as we had one or two nice days, Ace even found his way out into the run! 

Have you seen? they let slip the kittens of WAAGH

Other than that, it seems to have been a period of non-stop incidents and accidents.
First of all, with Kelly’s poor runny bottom [and his inability to wash it because of his problems of phantom limb syndrome over his tail] he climbed the back of the chair, onto Simon’s shoulder and launched …. And crash landed.  I think it was the lack of tail, but he’d have landed safely had not he caught one paw on a stone step up into the back room.  
So, Kelly has two broken fingers.  “Mummy, don’t photograph me in the bandage” he said.   

MUM!  I told you not to photograph it!
Well, he gave me very little chance to do so, because it wasn’t many days before he had got it off…. So there’s only one pic.  And of course, he got it off on Saturday just after the vet closed.  So I put on a figure of eight bandage with micropore because he was a little hellion and wouldn’t let me get the proper splint back on.  Two of us struggled and had to admit defeat.  And that bandage came off overnight.  Third time lucky, I hope …

Meanwhile, the planned new addition to the family arrived, in the form of Egyptian Mau, Pixy Neferkiti Merybast [nefer means beautiful, which she is, and Merybast means beloved of Bast, the cat goddess.]  Poor baby, whilst customs in Paris were cleared quickly she and her transport were stuck for a 2 hour stop in the Chunnel, so we eventually collected her at midnight, and then had a 2-hour run home.  She is, not unnaturally, OFF humans at the moment after something like 18 hours in a carry-crate.  She’s very shy, and likes her big crate, where she can watch without being inundated by kittens. 
If you think I look pissed off, you got it in one

And then Ace!  At least he managed to provide me with ‘entertainment’ on Friday so we could go to the vet in the morning – because his sewn up eye socket burst forth with blood and pus.  Well, I’d seen this with Leo, so I wasn’t panicking, and bathed it with warm salt water, and Dr. Jenny gave him an antibiotic and said she wanted it left open to continue to drain and carry on with the warm salt water and let her know how it went, and did I still have some loxicom [yes, Kelly’s for his tail and subsequently his paw]. 

Piper, bless him, has been no trouble at all.  He’s still very shy, and unwilling to be touched, but will permit strokes if he is settled down.   I suspect it was he who managed to open the study door so all three of them – even Kelly – found their way upstairs to join us in bed.  And he's even made friends with Rosie. 

Meanwhile, Saffron’s lump is now quite ugly, but she doesn’t seem to notice it and though she may be uncomfortable at times, and a bit knacky, she’s her own sunny natured self most of the time.

And Linnie?  Linnie is just Linne, and decided that the cat igloo we had been going to take for Pixy was his, nice.

Friday, 2 December 2016


It's been an interesting month, mostly involved in fund raising for our kittens from Cyprus but also watching Saffron's lump grow.  It's now hairless and ugly and she scratched it and made it bleed.  However she's still enjoying cuddles and purrs up a storm, and she loves to share anything we are eating.   The other cats are a bit wary of the kittens but getting used to them.  Kelly does not appreciate having to have his bottom washed, and having his ears done; Piper doesn't like having his ears done, and has a fear of men, which he is overcoming.  He's still nervous but puts up with cuddles.  Ace is uncomplicated.   He's like Gypsy, unaware there is any position for a tail to be held other than straight up as a flag saying 'Happiness is at home here'.  I love watching them subside into sleep as a cuddle puddle. 
Note the new 'cat storage' tower which has 3 apartments and a penthouse.  Despite it being Cecil on top of the first, this really belongs to Saffron most or the time, when boys aren't playing two and a half musketeers 
 We still have the crate for the kitties overnight, I can't face the idea of losing Piper under furniture until he's brave enough to come when called.
Cecil and Gypsy 

Saffron is in the last so I'll do her next