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settling in
Oct. 20th, 2013 03:53 pmThree weeks after the move, I have started this weekend (in between torrential rain showers that have caused flash flooding across the city) to introduce the cats to the great outside world beyond our door, aka the back garden. One at a time, a little at a time, just so they can begin to get familiarised with what's out there.
It looks as if this could be quite a lengthy process.
I started with Poppy. She clung to me like a limpet, all "no, no, I got out here on my own in the dark last week and IT WAS SCARY DON'T MAKE ME GO OUT THERE!!!" and tried to get back in through the window she'd escaped from the other day (which is still closed). She relaxed enough to sniff around a tiny bit, but she was very nervous about it. Her stir craziness was completely cured by that brief escape! She's so freaked out, it's going to take ages to get her comfortable with going out again. Which is fine, the slower the better, really.
Then I took Alfie out and he was far more excited, "yay, outside world, new smells, it's all so interesting, I want to explore all the things, this is brilliant...okay, that's enough excitement for one day, time to go home," and that was that, he's had enough now!
We'll try again next week...
It looks as if this could be quite a lengthy process.
I started with Poppy. She clung to me like a limpet, all "no, no, I got out here on my own in the dark last week and IT WAS SCARY DON'T MAKE ME GO OUT THERE!!!" and tried to get back in through the window she'd escaped from the other day (which is still closed). She relaxed enough to sniff around a tiny bit, but she was very nervous about it. Her stir craziness was completely cured by that brief escape! She's so freaked out, it's going to take ages to get her comfortable with going out again. Which is fine, the slower the better, really.
Then I took Alfie out and he was far more excited, "yay, outside world, new smells, it's all so interesting, I want to explore all the things, this is brilliant...okay, that's enough excitement for one day, time to go home," and that was that, he's had enough now!
We'll try again next week...
off on my hols
Apr. 26th, 2013 05:31 pmI'm away on my holidays tomorrow - going for a week's family get-together on the Norfolk Broads for my dad's 65th birthday. Here's hoping we get to see the sun once or twice!
So today I've been packing. Trying to, at any rate, except that every time I try to put something in the case, this happens
Somehow, I think they may be trying to drop some kind of hint...
Then when we get back from holiday, it's going to be a mad scrum to clean the house, as the estate agents wants to hold an open day on the bank holiday Monday, so it needs to be spick and span!
Also today was my Auntie Ivy's funeral, bless her. It was held at Splott Baptist Church, where Ivy was baptised into fellowship in 1939, became a deacon in 1971 and an elder in 1995, on the street where she lived her entire life, both before and after her marriage. A good service - they're always so much more meaningful when delivered by someone who actually knew and loved the deceased. Afterward it was the usual race to get to the crematorium for stage II, and then after that we gathered at the labour club for the traditional game of 'pin the name on the cousin', always so popular at these gatherings. My granddad was the oldest of 11 children, 10 of whom survived into adulthood. There are a lot of cousins and second cousins and removed cousins and in-laws, and so forth.
Of all those siblings, my great-aunts and great-uncles, Auntie Mai is the only one left now, about to turn 81 and still going strong. "There we go, last but not least," she said to me after the service, in that mongrel half-Welsh half-Irish accent of hers, "So when I go, which won't be for a while yet, but when I go, I don't want anyone wearing black - you all wear the brightest colours you can find." Bless her.
Rest in peace, Auntie Ivy.
So today I've been packing. Trying to, at any rate, except that every time I try to put something in the case, this happens
Somehow, I think they may be trying to drop some kind of hint...
Then when we get back from holiday, it's going to be a mad scrum to clean the house, as the estate agents wants to hold an open day on the bank holiday Monday, so it needs to be spick and span!
Also today was my Auntie Ivy's funeral, bless her. It was held at Splott Baptist Church, where Ivy was baptised into fellowship in 1939, became a deacon in 1971 and an elder in 1995, on the street where she lived her entire life, both before and after her marriage. A good service - they're always so much more meaningful when delivered by someone who actually knew and loved the deceased. Afterward it was the usual race to get to the crematorium for stage II, and then after that we gathered at the labour club for the traditional game of 'pin the name on the cousin', always so popular at these gatherings. My granddad was the oldest of 11 children, 10 of whom survived into adulthood. There are a lot of cousins and second cousins and removed cousins and in-laws, and so forth.
Of all those siblings, my great-aunts and great-uncles, Auntie Mai is the only one left now, about to turn 81 and still going strong. "There we go, last but not least," she said to me after the service, in that mongrel half-Welsh half-Irish accent of hers, "So when I go, which won't be for a while yet, but when I go, I don't want anyone wearing black - you all wear the brightest colours you can find." Bless her.
Rest in peace, Auntie Ivy.
the madness of felines
Mar. 27th, 2013 12:02 pmThis is what I have to contend with these days, every time I want to use the bathroom for any reason.
Yeah, Alfie has developed a deep and abiding obsession with running water that shows no sign of lifting. If I go upstairs, he runs ahead of me to jump in the sink, just in case I might feel inclined to turn the tap on so he can play with the water. He even puts himself to sleep in the sink, which is apparently just the right shape and size to be cosy. What can I say? He's nuts.
Poppy, who is much more sensible, prefers to curl up on a nice, sunny windowsill, thanks all the same.
Yeah, Alfie has developed a deep and abiding obsession with running water that shows no sign of lifting. If I go upstairs, he runs ahead of me to jump in the sink, just in case I might feel inclined to turn the tap on so he can play with the water. He even puts himself to sleep in the sink, which is apparently just the right shape and size to be cosy. What can I say? He's nuts.
Poppy, who is much more sensible, prefers to curl up on a nice, sunny windowsill, thanks all the same.
There was an alien in my house last night. It came twice, in fact.
There I was, trying to get to sleep after a cosy evening in with Himself watching Firefly, when all of a sudden I'm awoken by the sound of my Poppy-cat growling out on the landing. So I investigate, and there it is - an alien cat venturing upstairs to see what it could see.
Now, this cat is an alien but not a stranger - it's been sneaking in stealing food for quite some time now. At first I thought it might be my Macavity cat come back, because I couldn't get a close enough look at it to see more than a flash of tabby, and the MO is much the same, but I know now that it isn't Macavity, just another tabby of similar ilk.
Apparently tabby cats are my fate, or something.
Anyway, I chased the cat out of the house, because I really can't have aliens coming in disturbing my sleep and my cats' equilibrium in the middle of the night. Went back to bed, fell asleep - and blow me down if about three hours later the exact same thing doesn't happen again.
I hope this isn't going to be the start of an ongoing trend. I need my sleep - and Poppy's nerves won't stand for it!
So, that's the story of the cat called Alien.
There I was, trying to get to sleep after a cosy evening in with Himself watching Firefly, when all of a sudden I'm awoken by the sound of my Poppy-cat growling out on the landing. So I investigate, and there it is - an alien cat venturing upstairs to see what it could see.
Now, this cat is an alien but not a stranger - it's been sneaking in stealing food for quite some time now. At first I thought it might be my Macavity cat come back, because I couldn't get a close enough look at it to see more than a flash of tabby, and the MO is much the same, but I know now that it isn't Macavity, just another tabby of similar ilk.
Apparently tabby cats are my fate, or something.
Anyway, I chased the cat out of the house, because I really can't have aliens coming in disturbing my sleep and my cats' equilibrium in the middle of the night. Went back to bed, fell asleep - and blow me down if about three hours later the exact same thing doesn't happen again.
I hope this isn't going to be the start of an ongoing trend. I need my sleep - and Poppy's nerves won't stand for it!
So, that's the story of the cat called Alien.
There was an alien in my house last night. It came twice, in fact.
There I was, trying to get to sleep after a cosy evening in with Himself watching Firefly, when all of a sudden I'm awoken by the sound of my Poppy-cat growling out on the landing. So I investigate, and there it is - an alien cat venturing upstairs to see what it could see.
Now, this cat is an alien but not a stranger - it's been sneaking in stealing food for quite some time now. At first I thought it might be my Macavity cat come back, because I couldn't get a close enough look at it to see more than a flash of tabby, and the MO is much the same, but I know now that it isn't Macavity, just another tabby of similar ilk.
Apparently tabby cats are my fate, or something.
Anyway, I chased the cat out of the house, because I really can't have aliens coming in disturbing my sleep and my cats' equilibrium in the middle of the night. Went back to bed, fell asleep - and blow me down if about three hours later the exact same thing doesn't happen again.
I hope this isn't going to be the start of an ongoing trend. I need my sleep - and Poppy's nerves won't stand for it!
So, that's the story of the cat called Alien.
There I was, trying to get to sleep after a cosy evening in with Himself watching Firefly, when all of a sudden I'm awoken by the sound of my Poppy-cat growling out on the landing. So I investigate, and there it is - an alien cat venturing upstairs to see what it could see.
Now, this cat is an alien but not a stranger - it's been sneaking in stealing food for quite some time now. At first I thought it might be my Macavity cat come back, because I couldn't get a close enough look at it to see more than a flash of tabby, and the MO is much the same, but I know now that it isn't Macavity, just another tabby of similar ilk.
Apparently tabby cats are my fate, or something.
Anyway, I chased the cat out of the house, because I really can't have aliens coming in disturbing my sleep and my cats' equilibrium in the middle of the night. Went back to bed, fell asleep - and blow me down if about three hours later the exact same thing doesn't happen again.
I hope this isn't going to be the start of an ongoing trend. I need my sleep - and Poppy's nerves won't stand for it!
So, that's the story of the cat called Alien.
of writing and aliens
May. 21st, 2012 09:53 pmI just spotted an alien cat in the kitchen that I think might have been the long-lost Macavity the Mystery Cat! I haven't seen him in over a year! I didn't get a good look, though, so I could be wrong, but the glimpse I caught did look like him - and it would explain why Poppy's rejected food has been vanishing overnight lately...
Today's the day for intruder cats, it seems, as earlier on I caught the neighbour's cat, Tabitha, in my front room, the little minx - she's got a perfectly good home of her own she could hang out in and although she gets on well with Alfie, she knows Poppy doesn't like her, and the feeling is mutual. Actually, when I heard Poppy having a hissy-fit in the kitchen just now I assumed it was Tabitha back again, so it came as a surprise to see a tabby back retreating out through the cat-flap instead.
I hope it was Macavity. I'd been worried about my little stray.
In other news, I had forgotten how all-consuming fic-writing can be, when you really get into it. All my review-fu is currently being channelled in a more creative direction. It's been a really long time since I got all caught up in a fic like this. I've missed it!
Today's the day for intruder cats, it seems, as earlier on I caught the neighbour's cat, Tabitha, in my front room, the little minx - she's got a perfectly good home of her own she could hang out in and although she gets on well with Alfie, she knows Poppy doesn't like her, and the feeling is mutual. Actually, when I heard Poppy having a hissy-fit in the kitchen just now I assumed it was Tabitha back again, so it came as a surprise to see a tabby back retreating out through the cat-flap instead.
I hope it was Macavity. I'd been worried about my little stray.
In other news, I had forgotten how all-consuming fic-writing can be, when you really get into it. All my review-fu is currently being channelled in a more creative direction. It's been a really long time since I got all caught up in a fic like this. I've missed it!
of writing and aliens
May. 21st, 2012 09:53 pmI just spotted an alien cat in the kitchen that I think might have been the long-lost Macavity the Mystery Cat! I haven't seen him in over a year! I didn't get a good look, though, so I could be wrong, but the glimpse I caught did look like him - and it would explain why Poppy's rejected food has been vanishing overnight lately...
Today's the day for intruder cats, it seems, as earlier on I caught the neighbour's cat, Tabitha, in my front room, the little minx - she's got a perfectly good home of her own she could hang out in and although she gets on well with Alfie, she knows Poppy doesn't like her, and the feeling is mutual. Actually, when I heard Poppy having a hissy-fit in the kitchen just now I assumed it was Tabitha back again, so it came as a surprise to see a tabby back retreating out through the cat-flap instead.
I hope it was Macavity. I'd been worried about my little stray.
In other news, I had forgotten how all-consuming fic-writing can be, when you really get into it. All my review-fu is currently being channelled in a more creative direction. It's been a really long time since I got all caught up in a fic like this. I've missed it!
Today's the day for intruder cats, it seems, as earlier on I caught the neighbour's cat, Tabitha, in my front room, the little minx - she's got a perfectly good home of her own she could hang out in and although she gets on well with Alfie, she knows Poppy doesn't like her, and the feeling is mutual. Actually, when I heard Poppy having a hissy-fit in the kitchen just now I assumed it was Tabitha back again, so it came as a surprise to see a tabby back retreating out through the cat-flap instead.
I hope it was Macavity. I'd been worried about my little stray.
In other news, I had forgotten how all-consuming fic-writing can be, when you really get into it. All my review-fu is currently being channelled in a more creative direction. It's been a really long time since I got all caught up in a fic like this. I've missed it!
