Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Saturday, 2 October 2010
3 has been adopted!
3 the kitten has been adopted, he's going to a loving family experienced with cats. Their 2 sons are twins ages 5 and have been asking for a black kitten for months now - when they found out 3 was looking for a new home they jumped at the chance.
New Daddy came to collect 3 yesterday in a brand new cat carrier, 3 came with a cat climbing tower, sleeping basket, multiple toys and kitten food and buscuits. New Daddy asked me how much he had to pay, but I asked for a donation for the local Cat's Protection League instead.
I had a little cry when he'd gone, but Bacon & Eggy seem to have forgotten him already, Eggy has just hit 6 months of age and has discovered his new little cat dingle, and is tearing around the house screaming for no reason and sitting on my lap asking for love every time I stay still for more than a minute - I have just put the phone down from making his appointment for neutering next Friday :)
Anyway, time to sign off now with the last photo of 3 that I took, just minutes before he was whisked away to his new home. Goodbye little man!
New Daddy came to collect 3 yesterday in a brand new cat carrier, 3 came with a cat climbing tower, sleeping basket, multiple toys and kitten food and buscuits. New Daddy asked me how much he had to pay, but I asked for a donation for the local Cat's Protection League instead.
I had a little cry when he'd gone, but Bacon & Eggy seem to have forgotten him already, Eggy has just hit 6 months of age and has discovered his new little cat dingle, and is tearing around the house screaming for no reason and sitting on my lap asking for love every time I stay still for more than a minute - I have just put the phone down from making his appointment for neutering next Friday :)
Anyway, time to sign off now with the last photo of 3 that I took, just minutes before he was whisked away to his new home. Goodbye little man!
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Fostering a 3rd Kitten - September 2010
I had a call at the weekend from a friend who was in a bit of a pickle with his new kitten - his girlfriend was violently allergic! She started to take one anti histamine tablet a day to ease the symptoms, but after weeks of increased dose to 3 a day, it was clear this relationship was not going to last. The telephone call went something like this:
"Hi Nina, how are you?"
"Hi Demitri - err you have never called me before"
"Umm, yeah, listen, how do you fancy another cat?"
[at this point I paused for half a second, my heart leaped at the possibility of another cat, but my brain gave off warning signals that my partner would not entertain the idea]
"Err, Fred will go mad but I can't say no," - thinking on my feet, I continued "If no one else will take the little man I will look after him and find him a new home"
So that was that. Two days later, the kitten was delivered, apparently without a name. I thought about this for a few minutes and decided not to name him (despite the fact he looks like a 'Bandit' as his facial colourings looks like he is wearing a burglars mask over his eyes) however as he was a temporary cat, and the third in the house, I named him '3'.
I was confident that Eggy would be fine meeting a new kitten, after all he's only 6 months old himself, Bacon however, I predicted a lot of noise and bluff. And lots of running away. I was right on both counts. Eggy came in from outside through the catflap and literally ran straight into '3' on the stairs. '3' has a panic attack at this surprise and leapt straight upwards in shock, his tail fat with alarm, eyes huge with bewilderment. Eggy leaned forward to sniff the new smell of this creature, and the little fella promptly boxed him on the nose in terror. Eggy was a little surprised at this kind of welcome, but was so curious he tried again to get a better smell. Their noses touched. A brief scramble up and down the stairs and Eggy had a new shadow, his name was '3'.
For the next hour they chased each other around the house, behind sofas, up the backs of chairs, behind curtains, under tables, around chair legs and inside boxes. It's been a long time since I have seen cats actually play and not really wanting to assert authority on each other, just experiencing the joy of someone else who wants to do exactly the same thing - go crazy and have fun! It was very funny to watch this charade continue in every room of the house, from one to another then back again, upstairs in the bathroom and down the stairs, '3' in front with Eggy right behind and BAM! Straight into Bacon who had heard the noise and had come up the stairs to investigate.
Bacon did a kitten jump straight up in the air, which is funny to see as he is a big fat black cat who looks like the feline equivalent of a mean door bouncer at a rough nightclub. He was scaredy cat! He hissed and showed his teeth, '3' just sat and blinked at him. Not bothered. Bacon backed off and '3' ran past downstairs, leaving behind a fat cat with assorted question marks hovering over his head.
Eggy and '3' continued to play, unfortunately Bacon took refuge in a corner under some stored tables, which is where the kitten were playing earlier. The two playmates were headlong down the house, straight under the tables to find a quivering monster cat scared out of his mind. More hissing, more backing off, more giggling from me at the oversized pussy cowering in the corner at a small kitten who would fit in a half pint glass. I decided to open a tin of tuna to entice Bacon out, to no avail. Eggy and '3' ate silently, side by side without a problem.
After a munch and a first visit to the litter tray (who's a Good Boy) fighting resumed around the house, Eggy pretending to be a big cat bully but not quite pulling it off..
In the night there was several occurrences of bare toes getting scratched and bitten, usually this is Eggy but as the newcomer spent most of the night on top of the duvet he seems to have learned quickly that toes in duvets shout things like "Gerroff!" and "GetOutOfIt!"
This morning Bacon was slightly more accommodating, less afraid, less hissing, photos have been put on Facebook appealing for a new owner to come forward .. fingers crossed!
"Hi Nina, how are you?"
"Hi Demitri - err you have never called me before"
"Umm, yeah, listen, how do you fancy another cat?"
[at this point I paused for half a second, my heart leaped at the possibility of another cat, but my brain gave off warning signals that my partner would not entertain the idea]
"Err, Fred will go mad but I can't say no," - thinking on my feet, I continued "If no one else will take the little man I will look after him and find him a new home"
So that was that. Two days later, the kitten was delivered, apparently without a name. I thought about this for a few minutes and decided not to name him (despite the fact he looks like a 'Bandit' as his facial colourings looks like he is wearing a burglars mask over his eyes) however as he was a temporary cat, and the third in the house, I named him '3'.
I was confident that Eggy would be fine meeting a new kitten, after all he's only 6 months old himself, Bacon however, I predicted a lot of noise and bluff. And lots of running away. I was right on both counts. Eggy came in from outside through the catflap and literally ran straight into '3' on the stairs. '3' has a panic attack at this surprise and leapt straight upwards in shock, his tail fat with alarm, eyes huge with bewilderment. Eggy leaned forward to sniff the new smell of this creature, and the little fella promptly boxed him on the nose in terror. Eggy was a little surprised at this kind of welcome, but was so curious he tried again to get a better smell. Their noses touched. A brief scramble up and down the stairs and Eggy had a new shadow, his name was '3'.
For the next hour they chased each other around the house, behind sofas, up the backs of chairs, behind curtains, under tables, around chair legs and inside boxes. It's been a long time since I have seen cats actually play and not really wanting to assert authority on each other, just experiencing the joy of someone else who wants to do exactly the same thing - go crazy and have fun! It was very funny to watch this charade continue in every room of the house, from one to another then back again, upstairs in the bathroom and down the stairs, '3' in front with Eggy right behind and BAM! Straight into Bacon who had heard the noise and had come up the stairs to investigate.
Bacon did a kitten jump straight up in the air, which is funny to see as he is a big fat black cat who looks like the feline equivalent of a mean door bouncer at a rough nightclub. He was scaredy cat! He hissed and showed his teeth, '3' just sat and blinked at him. Not bothered. Bacon backed off and '3' ran past downstairs, leaving behind a fat cat with assorted question marks hovering over his head.
Eggy and '3' continued to play, unfortunately Bacon took refuge in a corner under some stored tables, which is where the kitten were playing earlier. The two playmates were headlong down the house, straight under the tables to find a quivering monster cat scared out of his mind. More hissing, more backing off, more giggling from me at the oversized pussy cowering in the corner at a small kitten who would fit in a half pint glass. I decided to open a tin of tuna to entice Bacon out, to no avail. Eggy and '3' ate silently, side by side without a problem.
After a munch and a first visit to the litter tray (who's a Good Boy) fighting resumed around the house, Eggy pretending to be a big cat bully but not quite pulling it off..
In the night there was several occurrences of bare toes getting scratched and bitten, usually this is Eggy but as the newcomer spent most of the night on top of the duvet he seems to have learned quickly that toes in duvets shout things like "Gerroff!" and "GetOutOfIt!"
This morning Bacon was slightly more accommodating, less afraid, less hissing, photos have been put on Facebook appealing for a new owner to come forward .. fingers crossed!
Monday, 30 August 2010
Bacon and Eggy are growing up
Eggy is nearly 5 months old and still only has one ball that has dropped, when we take him to the vets for his snip the question is going to be asked what to do with him. His heart murmor is still there but the nice vet lady said it's nothing to worry about. Eggy sleeps in his fluffy basket next to my side of the bed at night, but mysteriously appears above my head at the top of my pillow every morning when I wake up, he proper loves his mummy!
Bacon loves to pin him down and clamp his jaws around his throat - it's only play fighting and sometimes he does bite a bit hard and Eggy squeaks in a really high kitten voice and so I have to break them up.
Bacon takes Eggy outside now around the back of the house and even in Next Doors Front Garden near the Main Road, but it seems Eggy knows not to go near the Main Road (for now anyway). Bacon guards Eggy and follows his when he is outside like he's his personal bouncer, which is very funny to watch.
Bacon is still Bacon Fat and the diet thing isn't quite working out, I have taken all the dry biscuits away from the bedroom and bathroom, and now only feed the cats in the kitchen (now the stray black cat has gone and doesn't break into our house any more) but he doesn't seem to be losing weight. I need to buy a new pet bed as he's so outgrown the one I bought him last year, plus Eggy keeps trying to climb in with him. This never works out and always ends in a fight.
OK here's a photo of Eggy in his favourite - a paper bag .. and also a sweet video I found online of a kitten falling to sleep. Laterz!
Bacon loves to pin him down and clamp his jaws around his throat - it's only play fighting and sometimes he does bite a bit hard and Eggy squeaks in a really high kitten voice and so I have to break them up.
Bacon takes Eggy outside now around the back of the house and even in Next Doors Front Garden near the Main Road, but it seems Eggy knows not to go near the Main Road (for now anyway). Bacon guards Eggy and follows his when he is outside like he's his personal bouncer, which is very funny to watch.
Bacon is still Bacon Fat and the diet thing isn't quite working out, I have taken all the dry biscuits away from the bedroom and bathroom, and now only feed the cats in the kitchen (now the stray black cat has gone and doesn't break into our house any more) but he doesn't seem to be losing weight. I need to buy a new pet bed as he's so outgrown the one I bought him last year, plus Eggy keeps trying to climb in with him. This never works out and always ends in a fight.
OK here's a photo of Eggy in his favourite - a paper bag .. and also a sweet video I found online of a kitten falling to sleep. Laterz!
Saturday, 5 June 2010
V-E-T visit for sneezing kitten and cat!
Over the May Bank Holiday weekend both Bacon and Eggy started to sneeze, I washed bedding in case of mites, but that didn't help. Bacon then had conjunctivitus, which cost £29.50 from the V-E-T because they charge a £25 consultation fee and the cream was less than a fiver! Bit peeved about this, but what can you do. You can't buy online without a prescription!
Anyway, a week goes by, and Eggy starts with runny eyes and nose and sneezing gets worse for both cats, I took them both to the V-E-T yesterday and Bacon was running a temperature and was listless, just letting the vet poke and prod him, even the thermometer up the bum didn't make him flinch! The vetlady thinks he has cat chlamydia and not cat flu.
Then it was Eggys turn, and he was bouncing around the table and the vetlady had to hold him down at the back and I had to hold his front whilst he had thermometer up the bum - he didn't like that!
BIG NEWS: When the vetlady was listening to Eggys chest, she diagnosed a heart murmur! This is when there is a small hole in the heart and oxygenated blood mixes with deoxygenated blood and may cause tiredness when he gets older, however she said it was a very small murmur and as he's only 9 weeks old his body is still forming and he could grow out of it. She also said the vast majority of cats that do have a heart murmur never show any symptoms.
So, when Eggy graduates with honors from the University, I'm going to nominate him for a bravery award and wear my best hat..... (lol)
Anyway, I guess you are wanting some new kitten photos? OK, here we go. More kitty blog next month.
moar funny pictures
Anyway, a week goes by, and Eggy starts with runny eyes and nose and sneezing gets worse for both cats, I took them both to the V-E-T yesterday and Bacon was running a temperature and was listless, just letting the vet poke and prod him, even the thermometer up the bum didn't make him flinch! The vetlady thinks he has cat chlamydia and not cat flu.
Then it was Eggys turn, and he was bouncing around the table and the vetlady had to hold him down at the back and I had to hold his front whilst he had thermometer up the bum - he didn't like that!
BIG NEWS: When the vetlady was listening to Eggys chest, she diagnosed a heart murmur! This is when there is a small hole in the heart and oxygenated blood mixes with deoxygenated blood and may cause tiredness when he gets older, however she said it was a very small murmur and as he's only 9 weeks old his body is still forming and he could grow out of it. She also said the vast majority of cats that do have a heart murmur never show any symptoms.
So, when Eggy graduates with honors from the University, I'm going to nominate him for a bravery award and wear my best hat..... (lol)
Anyway, I guess you are wanting some new kitten photos? OK, here we go. More kitty blog next month.
moar funny pictures
Saturday, 15 May 2010
New kitten joins the house! Eggy is his name
Well, what a week. As you know I was bought into the house to keep the old cat Sandwich company, but she hated sharing a house with any cat, not just me, so she was adopted by a new Ma n Pa just 5 doors down on the same street. I was forever asking her to play but all she did was box me and hiss.
Ma said she would get me a new playmate, but I didn't expect her to bring something pintsize and hyperactive into the house. And he's ginger.
When I first saw him, I did not know what to make of him. I think he was a cat, but mini sized. He smelled different, sounded different and certainly looked different. He didn't take any notice of me as he was busy playing with Ma's fingers, which I thought confusing... Hello .. here I am .. look at me and be afraid!! Be very afraid!! - But the new kitten ignored me and wasn't bothered.
...Then, he noticed me, and came up to me, How Dare You! I gave a little snort and a half hiss, Hey I Don't Know You! Be Afraid!
But he wasn't.
Kitten was named Eggy and he had the bathroom all to himself with lots of boxes, kitty food, kitty milk and water, ping pong balls, kitty towers, 2 fluffy blankets and beds and a kitty litter tray. The door was shut for the night, and I slept in Ma n Pa's bedroom, forgetting about the whole thing.
The next morning, Ma opened the bathroom door and I followed her in, what's that!? That pesky furrball again, bouncing around the room like a rubber missile. I backed away as he made a beeline for me, but I was curious. Looks like this pesky kid is going to stay.... Hey! Stop Chasing My Tail! Hissy!
When Ma came back from work that day, I was hanging around the bathroom door, I could hear mews and scrabbles, I was pleased when Ma opened the door, I wanted to know more .. hey! pesky kid is coming closer.. hey .. nose touch. I smell him, I smell him again, I back away, unsure, but I am curious. I lie down and watch. I watch for hours, staying in the same place as this bouncy ginger ball ricoched off the walls and boxes, chasing imaginary mice and running in circles. What a stupid tiny thing.
The next day I came in the catflap and hadn't seen Eggy all day, why are they hiding him in the room? Ma says it was for safety and also to allow him to get litter trained and get used to a new home. I shouted at Ma to see Eggy - she gave me food. No, Ma, I want to see that pesky kid. She gave me milk. No! I shouted louder - Not Milk! I want to see the Pesky Kid!
Finally, she understood, and led me upstairs to the bathroom and opened the door. This ginger rocket fired towards me, colliding with my legs and nose kissed me, There You Are, Still Here Kid? Eggy squeaked and bounced off, I followed, and lay down to watch.
That night, Eggy was allowed in Ma's bedroom, oh he loved that, new things and a big soft duvet to bounce on and chase toes, he was so excited he wouldn't sleep, mew mew mew mew, it was driving Ma n Pa crazy. Ma locked him in the bathroom, but he screamed to be let out "mew mew mewww mew mew MEW mew" Ma shouted for Pa to let him back out after a few minutes, but Eggy was running around at 100mph and would not settle, back in the bathroom to ear-splitting MEWMEWMEWs
Ma then had a lightbulb moment.
I was lying in bed, on top of the drawers, when I could take the sound no longer and jumped down. Ma asked me if I would babysit for the evening in return for tuna in the morning. I shrugged and thought "sure" and sauntered off into the bathroom, allowing Ma to shut the door behind us. Immediately pesky Eggy quitened down, I jumped on him and faked biting his neck. That shut him up. I padded him with my paws, and he ran to his bed. I lay down next to him, Ma smiled and went to bed. All is quiet.
The next morning, Eggy and I played for over 3 hours, nose bombing, playfighting, I flop on top of Eggy and clamp my jaws round his neck, Eggy squeaks, and I let go, then box him with no claws. This is fun! If only he would stop jumping on my tail and fake attacking me when I am lying down. I'm going outside for a bit whilst Eggy takes a nap.
Ma took some videos, click to play below:
Ma said she would get me a new playmate, but I didn't expect her to bring something pintsize and hyperactive into the house. And he's ginger.
When I first saw him, I did not know what to make of him. I think he was a cat, but mini sized. He smelled different, sounded different and certainly looked different. He didn't take any notice of me as he was busy playing with Ma's fingers, which I thought confusing... Hello .. here I am .. look at me and be afraid!! Be very afraid!! - But the new kitten ignored me and wasn't bothered.
...Then, he noticed me, and came up to me, How Dare You! I gave a little snort and a half hiss, Hey I Don't Know You! Be Afraid!
But he wasn't.
Kitten was named Eggy and he had the bathroom all to himself with lots of boxes, kitty food, kitty milk and water, ping pong balls, kitty towers, 2 fluffy blankets and beds and a kitty litter tray. The door was shut for the night, and I slept in Ma n Pa's bedroom, forgetting about the whole thing.
The next morning, Ma opened the bathroom door and I followed her in, what's that!? That pesky furrball again, bouncing around the room like a rubber missile. I backed away as he made a beeline for me, but I was curious. Looks like this pesky kid is going to stay.... Hey! Stop Chasing My Tail! Hissy!
When Ma came back from work that day, I was hanging around the bathroom door, I could hear mews and scrabbles, I was pleased when Ma opened the door, I wanted to know more .. hey! pesky kid is coming closer.. hey .. nose touch. I smell him, I smell him again, I back away, unsure, but I am curious. I lie down and watch. I watch for hours, staying in the same place as this bouncy ginger ball ricoched off the walls and boxes, chasing imaginary mice and running in circles. What a stupid tiny thing.
The next day I came in the catflap and hadn't seen Eggy all day, why are they hiding him in the room? Ma says it was for safety and also to allow him to get litter trained and get used to a new home. I shouted at Ma to see Eggy - she gave me food. No, Ma, I want to see that pesky kid. She gave me milk. No! I shouted louder - Not Milk! I want to see the Pesky Kid!
Finally, she understood, and led me upstairs to the bathroom and opened the door. This ginger rocket fired towards me, colliding with my legs and nose kissed me, There You Are, Still Here Kid? Eggy squeaked and bounced off, I followed, and lay down to watch.
That night, Eggy was allowed in Ma's bedroom, oh he loved that, new things and a big soft duvet to bounce on and chase toes, he was so excited he wouldn't sleep, mew mew mew mew, it was driving Ma n Pa crazy. Ma locked him in the bathroom, but he screamed to be let out "mew mew mewww mew mew MEW mew" Ma shouted for Pa to let him back out after a few minutes, but Eggy was running around at 100mph and would not settle, back in the bathroom to ear-splitting MEWMEWMEWs
Ma then had a lightbulb moment.
I was lying in bed, on top of the drawers, when I could take the sound no longer and jumped down. Ma asked me if I would babysit for the evening in return for tuna in the morning. I shrugged and thought "sure" and sauntered off into the bathroom, allowing Ma to shut the door behind us. Immediately pesky Eggy quitened down, I jumped on him and faked biting his neck. That shut him up. I padded him with my paws, and he ran to his bed. I lay down next to him, Ma smiled and went to bed. All is quiet.
The next morning, Eggy and I played for over 3 hours, nose bombing, playfighting, I flop on top of Eggy and clamp my jaws round his neck, Eggy squeaks, and I let go, then box him with no claws. This is fun! If only he would stop jumping on my tail and fake attacking me when I am lying down. I'm going outside for a bit whilst Eggy takes a nap.
Ma took some videos, click to play below:
Monday, 3 May 2010
New kitten next weekend!
Ma's been acting a bit funny lately - some may say no more than everyday - but she is buying kitten litter, and kitten milk and kitten food.
Well, now Sandwich has been adopted by a new loving mum and dad, I have been crying to go outside, even though there is still the big black bully cat wating to ambush me. I want to go out that much in the sunshine, that I was take all risks and have started to stand up for myself even though this big cat is almost twice my weight and size. He's not keeping me from enjoying the fine weather outside!
Ma keep saying how much I would like a new companion, and it's true, I have made friends with a lady cat down the road, and we sit on a fence next to each other and watch the world go by, there is also a nice small black cat that I like to sit with, I don't want to fight, only to defend myself, and these friends are great to spend time with in company, but when I go home I am alone.
When ma n pa go to work, they have to put me in 'LOCKDOWN' and lock me in the house by locking the catflap, otherwise that big black cat comes in and sprays on the furniture, steals my food and beats me up. Ma is especially unhappy as she has had to throw away furniture that he has sprayed on. So I am so pleased to go outside now it's not snowing and the sun is shining.
I also was allowed on to the roof last week for the first time. This was KITTENTASTIC! I was so high! All the seagulls were closer and I did a little machine-gun fire chatter at them, but I did not leap off the roof because Ma was always making sure I understood that it wasn't good to look at the top of the garage 10 feet away (altough Ma said that 2 years ago Sarnie jumped from the roof onto the garage and she was fine)
Ma hopes that I will take to the new kitten better than Sandwich did to me. Apparantly, it will be all over Facebook next weekend...................
Well, now Sandwich has been adopted by a new loving mum and dad, I have been crying to go outside, even though there is still the big black bully cat wating to ambush me. I want to go out that much in the sunshine, that I was take all risks and have started to stand up for myself even though this big cat is almost twice my weight and size. He's not keeping me from enjoying the fine weather outside!
Ma keep saying how much I would like a new companion, and it's true, I have made friends with a lady cat down the road, and we sit on a fence next to each other and watch the world go by, there is also a nice small black cat that I like to sit with, I don't want to fight, only to defend myself, and these friends are great to spend time with in company, but when I go home I am alone.
When ma n pa go to work, they have to put me in 'LOCKDOWN' and lock me in the house by locking the catflap, otherwise that big black cat comes in and sprays on the furniture, steals my food and beats me up. Ma is especially unhappy as she has had to throw away furniture that he has sprayed on. So I am so pleased to go outside now it's not snowing and the sun is shining.
I also was allowed on to the roof last week for the first time. This was KITTENTASTIC! I was so high! All the seagulls were closer and I did a little machine-gun fire chatter at them, but I did not leap off the roof because Ma was always making sure I understood that it wasn't good to look at the top of the garage 10 feet away (altough Ma said that 2 years ago Sarnie jumped from the roof onto the garage and she was fine)
Ma hopes that I will take to the new kitten better than Sandwich did to me. Apparantly, it will be all over Facebook next weekend...................
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Sarnie is on a free trial in a new home
Sarnie hates me so much, she is unhappy with my presence, which is sad as every day I chirrup and ask her to play, but she hisses and swears and throws boxing punches at me to keep away.
Ma spoke to a friend on the same street where we live, his wife is expecting a baby and they wanted a cat, not a kitten, who does not hurt humans. That is Sarnie all over, she loves humans but hates other cats.
Sarnie is on a 2 week free trial, if it doesn't work out, she is back home. Unfortunately on her first day in her new home she went exploring in the airing cupboard, and the silly mare got stuck down in the wall trying to find a hole to hide. By the time help arrived (Steve, the landlord from the pub) and shelves were taken out, and she was extracted a little unceremoniously, she was a quivering wreck, and hid under the sofa bed on the landing.
Now called "Sarnie HQ"
Sarnie HQ stayed that way all day, until Ma came round to pay a visit and called her to come out. She recognised Ma's voice and was shouting back, a packet of ham that Ma bought round did the trick and she came out.
Me coaxed her downstairs, where she used the litter tray, and ate a little. New Daddy Mark was very very very caring and did his best to scratch her ears and love her, but she was having none of it. As soon as Ma went home, Sarnie went back to HQ.
The next night, as Ma came back from work, she called in again. Sarnie was in HQ, but as soon as she heard Ma's voice, she came down - without ham! She snuggled Ma and let Daddy Mark scratch and love her, and she seemed a lot better.
Today, Daddy Mark reported that Sarnie was fine on the bed with loves, but as soon as New Daddy and Mommy went to sleep, she went back to HQ.
Daddy Mark hopes she is OK in 2 weeks time as that's when his children come to stay, they are not babies, young adults at the age of 11 or so, he doesn't want them to get attached and then Sarnie has to move back out.
We will see ....
Ma spoke to a friend on the same street where we live, his wife is expecting a baby and they wanted a cat, not a kitten, who does not hurt humans. That is Sarnie all over, she loves humans but hates other cats.
Sarnie is on a 2 week free trial, if it doesn't work out, she is back home. Unfortunately on her first day in her new home she went exploring in the airing cupboard, and the silly mare got stuck down in the wall trying to find a hole to hide. By the time help arrived (Steve, the landlord from the pub) and shelves were taken out, and she was extracted a little unceremoniously, she was a quivering wreck, and hid under the sofa bed on the landing.
Now called "Sarnie HQ"
Sarnie HQ stayed that way all day, until Ma came round to pay a visit and called her to come out. She recognised Ma's voice and was shouting back, a packet of ham that Ma bought round did the trick and she came out.
Me coaxed her downstairs, where she used the litter tray, and ate a little. New Daddy Mark was very very very caring and did his best to scratch her ears and love her, but she was having none of it. As soon as Ma went home, Sarnie went back to HQ.
The next night, as Ma came back from work, she called in again. Sarnie was in HQ, but as soon as she heard Ma's voice, she came down - without ham! She snuggled Ma and let Daddy Mark scratch and love her, and she seemed a lot better.
Today, Daddy Mark reported that Sarnie was fine on the bed with loves, but as soon as New Daddy and Mommy went to sleep, she went back to HQ.
Daddy Mark hopes she is OK in 2 weeks time as that's when his children come to stay, they are not babies, young adults at the age of 11 or so, he doesn't want them to get attached and then Sarnie has to move back out.
We will see ....
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Bacon the boomerang kitten
Look at me. I now stretch out half the length of Ma's bed. I love the tummy tickles and I give nibbles back. I still love stealing gloves, and odd socks, and even bath mitts. Ma was looking for her Christmas present scrubby bath mitt the other day, she was so gutted when she found it in the corner of the bathrooom floor where I had hidden it. I had proper killed it was well, there was no fighting back.
There's been a Bigger Boy cat coming though the catflap for that last 10 nights, Sarnie screams at him and it's a bigger yowl when she shouts at me. She uses different and stronger cat swear words, words I've never heard a lady say before, not even to me. I saw a scratch across her face and nose, and Ma finally decided she had had enough.
As I'm still only 7 months old, I've never had a collar, let alone a heavy magnetic thing for the catflap hanging, Ma took to law into her own hands with the help of a plastic egg flipping spatula. On Friday night, Ma secretly altered the catflap so it would only allow cats in, and locked cats out. Scarface Monster Cougar Cat Male Mr Man came in and and ate all our biscuits, but when Sarnie challenged him there was a fight with very loud miaows and he ran to get out.
But he couldn't get out. This was at 5:30am. Ma must have been listening as she came downstairs in her pink fluffy housecoat and no slippers and locked me and Sarnie out of the kitchen - we couldn't see anything. All we saw was Ma take the little plastic egg spatula out of the dishwasher .
I am now 7 months old and not frightened of Sarnie, and still love toes, and socks, and like to give Ma the Warm Mouth and Warm Teeth and Bunny Kicks when she wears fluffy socks. I have recently discovered the delights of Empty Cardboard Boxes and Open Drawers By Accident which I like To Lie In Wait [just in case there are monsters]
Ma said that she still likes to rub my belly and that I look like a stretchy boomerang when I am dozing off on her bed.
There's been a Bigger Boy cat coming though the catflap for that last 10 nights, Sarnie screams at him and it's a bigger yowl when she shouts at me. She uses different and stronger cat swear words, words I've never heard a lady say before, not even to me. I saw a scratch across her face and nose, and Ma finally decided she had had enough.
As I'm still only 7 months old, I've never had a collar, let alone a heavy magnetic thing for the catflap hanging, Ma took to law into her own hands with the help of a plastic egg flipping spatula. On Friday night, Ma secretly altered the catflap so it would only allow cats in, and locked cats out. Scarface Monster Cougar Cat Male Mr Man came in and and ate all our biscuits, but when Sarnie challenged him there was a fight with very loud miaows and he ran to get out.
But he couldn't get out. This was at 5:30am. Ma must have been listening as she came downstairs in her pink fluffy housecoat and no slippers and locked me and Sarnie out of the kitchen - we couldn't see anything. All we saw was Ma take the little plastic egg spatula out of the dishwasher .
Ma said that she still likes to rub my belly and that I look like a stretchy boomerang when I am dozing off on her bed.
Monday, 4 January 2010
Happy New Year from Bacon the kitten
Hello and I hope you had a lovely time bringing in the new year 2010, as you can see I'm totally relaxed about the whole thing, on new year's day I got lots of treats including grated cheese from pizza, fresh salmon and even tuna mixed in with my kitty food.
Ma caught me sitting square on the bathroom scales yesterday, just before she weighed herself and sobbed at the weight she had put on over Christmas. I must be the same as now I'm 10lb in weight, about 4kg, and still not letting Sarnie have any peace, even though we now sleep on Ma's bed at the same time, and feed next to each other, she still won't play!! She keeps swearing and hissing and boxing me and all I want to do is play chase. Not fair.
In all the shopping that was done at Christmas I found my new favourite - brown paper bags!! They are brilliant! I have a collection of 3 so far, a Bench bag a Primark bag and of course a potato sack!! I jump in and out for ages, this pleases Ma as that means she don;t have to play with me when she comes in from work. In goes a ping pong ball and that's me set for 20 minutes at least, bashing about in the bag and chasing shadows..
Happy new year to you all, lots of love and kitten bites..
Bacon X
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Christmas kitten!!
Well, she had to do it, didn't she?
Ma went into Wilkos and bought some cheap tinsel and a Santa kitty costume from the RSPCA charity shop. Of course, it's not my style at all, and although I tolerated the silly cape, I pont blank refused to wear the ridiculous Santa hat. I have standards, and no matter how many tuna treats I was offered, I did my kitty-reverse-gear to rid myself of the daft appendage.
Nevertheless I was coerced into having my photo taken, still licking my lips from the overflowing amount of treats (bribery) and I heard a rumour that I now feature on Ma's personalised photo upload Christmas card box set.
Deep joy.
Anyway, even though Ma was away for Christmas she has a lovely kind friend called Kay who fed me and Sarnie over Christmas and we even had tinned salmon on Christmas day!!
Much love and bunny kicks!
A fully recovered and neutered
Bacon X
Monday, 30 November 2009
Hey look at this mancat! Bacon unfazed by castration
Well, V-E-T made me yowl all the way there in the car, Pa said I was trembling when they took my hearbeat. I am not agressive, just bouncy and confident, but this knocked me sideways. Caged for a while I was crying, wondering where I was, lots of calls from other cats, next thing I was being shaved on my arm, and I was asleep.
I woke up, a bit sore "down there" - Pa collected me and I yowled all the way home (2 streets)
As soon as I got home, Sandwich was about - YAY - time to chase!! Pa also treated me to a play session where he worre gloves and I bit them good and proper.
Ma came home, and fussed me, I had tinned tuna, and lots of love, but I really wasn't in the mood, I wanted to play play play! Where's that other cat? I'll get her I will.
Ma went shopping today at the PDSA and bought a water fountain. I loved it, Ma plugged it in and showed me it, I had tones of fun pawing the water stream, I am fascinated. I really don't drink water, I am special and I have goat's milk which is lactose free. Sarnie drinks water but she looked at it as if it was an alien construction.
Here's a photo of me getting my paws wet
I woke up, a bit sore "down there" - Pa collected me and I yowled all the way home (2 streets)
As soon as I got home, Sandwich was about - YAY - time to chase!! Pa also treated me to a play session where he worre gloves and I bit them good and proper.
Ma came home, and fussed me, I had tinned tuna, and lots of love, but I really wasn't in the mood, I wanted to play play play! Where's that other cat? I'll get her I will.
Ma went shopping today at the PDSA and bought a water fountain. I loved it, Ma plugged it in and showed me it, I had tones of fun pawing the water stream, I am fascinated. I really don't drink water, I am special and I have goat's milk which is lactose free. Sarnie drinks water but she looked at it as if it was an alien construction.
Here's a photo of me getting my paws wet
Monday, 23 November 2009
Neutralise!
Ma keeps saying the V-E-T word this week, and that's OK, every time I go visit the V-E-T there's always a can of tuna at the end of the visit.
I miowl all the way there in the car, and miowl all the way back, but that's only because Ma plays Radio One in the car.
I am going to get neutered in Friday, I hear keywords such as "spraying" "unwanted kittens" and "straying from the house". I dunno. Everything excites me at the moment, I am fighting with Sandwich more, and my teeth draw blood in times of play with toes, feet and hands. The cries of Ma an Pa excite me to a different level, my shoulders have filled out and I am developing muscles.
My healthy appetite has made me fill out, I am a sleek and handsome young mancat, but my cute kitten face and demeanour still plays like a kitten with toys and toes under the duvet. I have a particular fascination for shoelaces and have recently been playing a game with Ma, where she throws a soft red ball up the stairs, I carry it in my jaws, down the steps and drop it at her feet (apparantly like a Dog, whatever that is) I love it when Ma takes the red ball and throws it back up the stairs, so I can carry it back down again for another throw.
In the mornings I like to cry to Ma in a baby miaow, again and again, I am crying for attention. I cry so loud Ma shouts at me to shut up, I bet I wake her up, because I jump on the bed, delerious another day has begun for my loves, and strokes, and attention. The cry works every time, Ma can't resist it (ha ha ha I have her right where I want her)
Pa came home today, cold, with gloves on, he scratched my ears until I went beserk, killing the glove thing, but it didn't hurt him so he didn't stop for ages. Then he left the glove things on the stairs and when he had gone, I killed them both. Proper kitty backfoot bunny scratches, the works. I don't know why he didn't shout in pain.
Anyway, Ma came in from work, she catches the train to and from work, she took her boots off and they were warm and smelled warm, and the laces were great!!
Ma says I won't be able to blog for a week while I recover (from what?) so here's a photo of me and Ma's boots. Notice I pose for the camera every time now. I know what the flash means ;)
I miowl all the way there in the car, and miowl all the way back, but that's only because Ma plays Radio One in the car.
I am going to get neutered in Friday, I hear keywords such as "spraying" "unwanted kittens" and "straying from the house". I dunno. Everything excites me at the moment, I am fighting with Sandwich more, and my teeth draw blood in times of play with toes, feet and hands. The cries of Ma an Pa excite me to a different level, my shoulders have filled out and I am developing muscles.
My healthy appetite has made me fill out, I am a sleek and handsome young mancat, but my cute kitten face and demeanour still plays like a kitten with toys and toes under the duvet. I have a particular fascination for shoelaces and have recently been playing a game with Ma, where she throws a soft red ball up the stairs, I carry it in my jaws, down the steps and drop it at her feet (apparantly like a Dog, whatever that is) I love it when Ma takes the red ball and throws it back up the stairs, so I can carry it back down again for another throw.
In the mornings I like to cry to Ma in a baby miaow, again and again, I am crying for attention. I cry so loud Ma shouts at me to shut up, I bet I wake her up, because I jump on the bed, delerious another day has begun for my loves, and strokes, and attention. The cry works every time, Ma can't resist it (ha ha ha I have her right where I want her)
Pa came home today, cold, with gloves on, he scratched my ears until I went beserk, killing the glove thing, but it didn't hurt him so he didn't stop for ages. Then he left the glove things on the stairs and when he had gone, I killed them both. Proper kitty backfoot bunny scratches, the works. I don't know why he didn't shout in pain.
Anyway, Ma came in from work, she catches the train to and from work, she took her boots off and they were warm and smelled warm, and the laces were great!!
Ma says I won't be able to blog for a week while I recover (from what?) so here's a photo of me and Ma's boots. Notice I pose for the camera every time now. I know what the flash means ;)
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Growing so fast
I have grown into a routine now, and I am learning new things regularly.
I have learned that when I bite toes, or launch into Ma's hand, that a blow on the nose makes my eyes wrinkle and I stop what I am doing. So it's not often I bite now, Ma says my teeth are getting very big and sharp and playtime should not hurt, I should know when to stop because I am hurting.
I don't bite Sandwich, though, quite frankly little-miss-hissy-boots has got a very scarey growl, and she has boxed me hard a couple of times, so I am just contect with teasing her by running past her, faking like I am going to launch an attack. This is funny as she falls for it every time and goes into defence mode, but by the time she has hissed or growled, I am too far away to be boxed.
In the mornings I wake Ma, not by biting toes or fingers, but by sitting close to her head and purring. She opens her eyes and stretches to stroke my head and my ears. I like that, I have discovered, these little loves make me purr and rumble with pleasure and I feel good.
Ma then goes to the bathroom where I like to stalk her as she sits on the loo, sometimes I like to curl up on her bare feet, but she never has time in the morning to sit still for long, there's breakfast to serve, and work to be done.
Every morning I eat with Sandwich now, she tolerates me but only because there is food present. Last week I wrapped both my arms round her neck as she sat miaowing for food, desperate to get her attention. Shockingly, she ignored me, she was so focussed on Ma getting her sachet of kitty meat open, I don't think she even noticed.
I have destroyed all the toys that have been bought for me, my favourite was some real fur like a mouse on the end of some elastic on a wand. I have proper destroyed it, kicking it with my back feet and biting it as it flies past my head. Pa is best at these games as he really winds me up and I don't know where I am, just in a frenzy to catch that mouse dangling and dancing in front of me. When I do catch it, I try to keep it and kill it as fast as I can, before it's whipped away again into the air.
Now it's the end of summer there are a lot of moths outside at night, Sandwich and I have an agreement. She goes out, does all the hard work catching a moth, and brings it in through the catflap with a peculiar loud 'Mio-Woll' which means she has bought Ma a gift. Ma usually rewards her with a titbit of ham, which she is overjoyed at. The best bit is, she forgets the moth which means I can pick it up, play with it, kill it and eat it. I have had a moth nearly every day for the last 2 weeks! Ma says I am a Good Boy as it means she doesn't have to get a tissue and throw it in the bin.
This morning Ma said how big I was growing, I am nearly as tall as Sandwich now, at only 6 months old, I am a healthy eater and my coat shines like Black Beauty. I enjoy being out on the street and greeting the passers by, who stroke me and tell me how handsome I am. This pleases me and I enjoy the attention.
Ma bought some catnip home yesterday, and poured it into an old sock and knotted the end. For some reason I find it hypnotizing so I think I'll go and throw that around the room for a bit. I hear there's roast pork for dinner today, I can't wait!
I have learned that when I bite toes, or launch into Ma's hand, that a blow on the nose makes my eyes wrinkle and I stop what I am doing. So it's not often I bite now, Ma says my teeth are getting very big and sharp and playtime should not hurt, I should know when to stop because I am hurting.
I don't bite Sandwich, though, quite frankly little-miss-hissy-boots has got a very scarey growl, and she has boxed me hard a couple of times, so I am just contect with teasing her by running past her, faking like I am going to launch an attack. This is funny as she falls for it every time and goes into defence mode, but by the time she has hissed or growled, I am too far away to be boxed.
Ma then goes to the bathroom where I like to stalk her as she sits on the loo, sometimes I like to curl up on her bare feet, but she never has time in the morning to sit still for long, there's breakfast to serve, and work to be done.
Every morning I eat with Sandwich now, she tolerates me but only because there is food present. Last week I wrapped both my arms round her neck as she sat miaowing for food, desperate to get her attention. Shockingly, she ignored me, she was so focussed on Ma getting her sachet of kitty meat open, I don't think she even noticed.
I have destroyed all the toys that have been bought for me, my favourite was some real fur like a mouse on the end of some elastic on a wand. I have proper destroyed it, kicking it with my back feet and biting it as it flies past my head. Pa is best at these games as he really winds me up and I don't know where I am, just in a frenzy to catch that mouse dangling and dancing in front of me. When I do catch it, I try to keep it and kill it as fast as I can, before it's whipped away again into the air.
Now it's the end of summer there are a lot of moths outside at night, Sandwich and I have an agreement. She goes out, does all the hard work catching a moth, and brings it in through the catflap with a peculiar loud 'Mio-Woll' which means she has bought Ma a gift. Ma usually rewards her with a titbit of ham, which she is overjoyed at. The best bit is, she forgets the moth which means I can pick it up, play with it, kill it and eat it. I have had a moth nearly every day for the last 2 weeks! Ma says I am a Good Boy as it means she doesn't have to get a tissue and throw it in the bin.
This morning Ma said how big I was growing, I am nearly as tall as Sandwich now, at only 6 months old, I am a healthy eater and my coat shines like Black Beauty. I enjoy being out on the street and greeting the passers by, who stroke me and tell me how handsome I am. This pleases me and I enjoy the attention.
Ma bought some catnip home yesterday, and poured it into an old sock and knotted the end. For some reason I find it hypnotizing so I think I'll go and throw that around the room for a bit. I hear there's roast pork for dinner today, I can't wait!
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Saturday, 26 September 2009
R.I.P. Geddy Bear
This is a one-off post to indulge myself in some sad, sad memories of my long-time companion Geddy (A.K.A. The Bear)
I rescued Geddy as an 8 week old kitten from the R.S.P.C.A. in 1994 and he understood me in more ways than I imagined. On a couple of occasions in really low times of my life, and I was crying and crying with despair, he would come up and miaow loudly and offer himself for a cuddle and purr to comfort me.
He knew right from wrong, he could open doors (but never shut them behind him lol) and understood my commands of 'come' and 'go away' and 'good boy' and 'bad cat' (usually when he was ripping upholstery to shreds to get attention) He knew the sound of the fridge opening, the smell of a tin of tuna being opened, and could predict the minute when I was coming home.
Geddy loved boxes, feathers, string, he loved being picked up upside down and LOVED being groomed as a long haired domestic he would get groomed very regularly. He likes to sleep at the end of my bed every night, he would talk to me in demanding meows when hungry, when he bought in mice or moths his miaow was different. He liked to eat grated cheese, beaten egg and cheese quavers (?) and loved games of toes-under-duvets and fingers-through-banisters.
Happy with being picked up, and flicking his tail on your arm whilst you lay in bed, he only bit me once in sheer terror when moving house, as soon as he saw he had bit me, his eyes grew big, and he submitted, curling in a ball. I scooped him up, hand bleeding, reassured him, and loved him.
Geddy was also the perfect weather indicator, when it was raining, he would come in and miaow loudly, and deliberately jump on me with wet paws and wet fur. Why me? Always me. Only me. Yes, thank you, I know it is raining now, wet cat. When it was hot and the front door is wedged open he was Guard Bear. If he was in an unusual place he was There Bear. If he was on the duvet, and it needed to be pulled up, he was a Travelling Bear. If he went backwards he was a Reverse Bear.
The Bear. I loved him so much.
Sadly, he developed cheek cancer, which was very aggressive, and the tumour was the size of a bottle top, as his long fur hid it for months, then he started to dribble and not eat food. I thought it would have certainly spread to the brain. He spent so much time sleeping and not knowing what to do. Playtime halted.
It must have been so painful, but he never miaowed. The time came when he wouldn't eat tinned tuna or fresh chicken breast. What cat would refuse that? Losing weight rapidly, I called the v-e-t and instead of distressing him with travelling, the lady v-e-t came to my house and set him free from pain.
It was the most dignified of exits and he was a Very Good Boy.
I just wanted a web page where I could view the photos I took and this is it. No more Geddy webpages but I hope there is internet access is Cat Heaven. R.I.P. Geddy 2008
I rescued Geddy as an 8 week old kitten from the R.S.P.C.A. in 1994 and he understood me in more ways than I imagined. On a couple of occasions in really low times of my life, and I was crying and crying with despair, he would come up and miaow loudly and offer himself for a cuddle and purr to comfort me.
He knew right from wrong, he could open doors (but never shut them behind him lol) and understood my commands of 'come' and 'go away' and 'good boy' and 'bad cat' (usually when he was ripping upholstery to shreds to get attention) He knew the sound of the fridge opening, the smell of a tin of tuna being opened, and could predict the minute when I was coming home.
Geddy loved boxes, feathers, string, he loved being picked up upside down and LOVED being groomed as a long haired domestic he would get groomed very regularly. He likes to sleep at the end of my bed every night, he would talk to me in demanding meows when hungry, when he bought in mice or moths his miaow was different. He liked to eat grated cheese, beaten egg and cheese quavers (?) and loved games of toes-under-duvets and fingers-through-banisters.
Happy with being picked up, and flicking his tail on your arm whilst you lay in bed, he only bit me once in sheer terror when moving house, as soon as he saw he had bit me, his eyes grew big, and he submitted, curling in a ball. I scooped him up, hand bleeding, reassured him, and loved him.
Geddy was also the perfect weather indicator, when it was raining, he would come in and miaow loudly, and deliberately jump on me with wet paws and wet fur. Why me? Always me. Only me. Yes, thank you, I know it is raining now, wet cat. When it was hot and the front door is wedged open he was Guard Bear. If he was in an unusual place he was There Bear. If he was on the duvet, and it needed to be pulled up, he was a Travelling Bear. If he went backwards he was a Reverse Bear.
The Bear. I loved him so much.
Sadly, he developed cheek cancer, which was very aggressive, and the tumour was the size of a bottle top, as his long fur hid it for months, then he started to dribble and not eat food. I thought it would have certainly spread to the brain. He spent so much time sleeping and not knowing what to do. Playtime halted.
It must have been so painful, but he never miaowed. The time came when he wouldn't eat tinned tuna or fresh chicken breast. What cat would refuse that? Losing weight rapidly, I called the v-e-t and instead of distressing him with travelling, the lady v-e-t came to my house and set him free from pain.
It was the most dignified of exits and he was a Very Good Boy.
I just wanted a web page where I could view the photos I took and this is it. No more Geddy webpages but I hope there is internet access is Cat Heaven. R.I.P. Geddy 2008
Friday, 25 September 2009
Kitten gets stranded on garage roof Next Door
Well, I am always waking Ma in the morning. Her alarm goes off at 6.30am, but I can tell the time and wake her up just before this. I am a warm mouth and sheathed teeth around a big toe. Far better than a 'beep' I think. Ma lets me bite a little, I am waiting for the cry of forbidden land (I know I'm not allowed to bite toes but I still do) the cry of "NooO!" from Ma,, follwed by a "ShhhH" noise. This means I have gone too far....
I am biting Ma's toes, leaping up the corner of the bottom of the bed, my head underneath the duvet: I know the toes are in there somewhere!
Ah - toes .. found them. Now bite them, when I bite them I get played with, the feet shuffle wildy (and you know how much I like feet) game on! I bite harder and just to add effect, I wrap my arms around the feet. Not Letting GO
Ma pulls her feet deep in the duvet, in a foetal position, toes out of reach. Well, job done as a bitey alarm clock - I'm going to go out my kitten door in the kitchen to play outside.
Ma gets up at half 6, in the meantime I have been round the front of Next Door and (it gets sketchy now) got on a really high roof of Next Door's garage. Ma has 5 minutes before catching the train, and had already put the 2 bowls of breakfast out. Sarnie had chowed down, I was still outside.
I heard Ma shout, but she was at the front of the house, I was round the back, I answered "ma-a"". It came out "mew"
I could hear her - "Bacon"
I answered "mew"
Again, and again: "Bacon"
I was repeating myself "mew ma-a, meww"
Finally Ma stopped and listened, and located my cries. There I was, looking down at Ma, I forgot how I got up it was so long ago.
Remember that I have the attention span of a kitten.
Ma walked away, I was thinking "What?" but I remember, it's true, I won't come to my name - only if the person is out out of sight. She means it, she goes back into the house. No? No.... "Meh meow ma-a"
I don't know what to do.
I hear a scrapey sound, just before I see Ma with some stepladders, I watch as Ma gets on the ladder, and I see her arm, her hand, she grabs me by that kitty skin scruff at the back of my neck, I purrrrrrrr with delight when I am popped onto her shoulder.. safe at last.
Ma shows me my kitty breakfast, and runs for the train. I munch away, thinking what all the fuss was about.
Friday, 18 September 2009
Kitten to sleek young cat
Oooh look at me .. so fat and so sleek
My Ma says I am too risky picking fights with all the bigger cats on the street, now I can get out the catflap every day whilst she's at work, I can play, play, play
Sandwich still isn't sure about me, she has somehow figured out that I'm not scarey as I was, and that when I jump on her tail I don't use my claws, I'm, a kitten with all-pounce-and-no-trousers. I just want to play.
I can't wait for the day when we rough and tumble and play proper. I'm sure it won't be long.
Anyway, in the meantime I'll have a snooze, and dream of the things that I can present to Ma. So far I have bought in a wooden peg, and the day after (randomly) an empty snail shell in a sweetie wrapper. I know she loves that.
Kitten Bacon loves string
Every day is soooooooo exciting, anything that moves is fair game for a pounce and a nip, I find walking feet beyond temptation and have to leap at each ankle as feet walk past me.
I have had some big bumps, but nothing serious - Ma keeps giggling and chastising me at the same time, but it makes no difference - I love feet!!
My eyes are still blue as I'm only 6 weeks old, I am being told I am 'Cute Bacon' and I love lying on my back and having my tummy tickled.
I like chasing string!!
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Kitten Tower
Pa bought a kitten tower from Aldi, I forgot to say I moved out of the spare room after a week, and love to sleep in the same room as Ma n Pa. This kitten tower is positioned underneath the windowsill and I like to run up the tower and sit out on the windowsill and look at everything happening on the street. I do this every day and I absolutely love it. When the bin men come they make a lot of noise and I don't like that and leave the windowsill.
Other things that scare me:
- Aerosols
- Loud vehicles
- Hairdrier
- Vacuum Cleaner
- Sandwich when she hits me for jumping on her tail
Vets again - I can go outside!
There is a photo of Sandwich today.
I had to go to the vets for a second time because my injections to let me go outside had to be in two stages. I miaowed all the way there and all the way back in the car, but was a Good Boy in the vets and didn't make a sound when I had another injection.
I was weighed again and in two weeks I had increased from 2.1 kilos to 2.6, I am very healthy with no fleas and a silky back coat which shines in the sun.
Ma should have waited a couple of days before teaching me to use the catflap, but behind her back I jumped out, following Sandwich into the back yard. Easy! I chased her around the drive, she's still very grumpy and growls and spits at me even just by looking at me. I don't care, I chirrup asking her to play again and again, and all she does is run away swearing with cat words.
Well look at me, I can play all by myself just fine. The wind is swirling dried leaves around the yard, and I have a ball of a time chasing them and killing them with my little paws. I stay outside in the sun for half an hour before Ma calls me in for dinner and kitty milk.
I'm growing up very fast!
Vets and catflaps
Oh why is it that Sandwich can go out the little cat door in the kitchen door, and I can't?
It looks brilliant out there, and I keep trying to follow Sandwich as she goes out the catflap. Ma says I can't go outside without a visit to the vets.
We went to the vets a fwe days later, I weigh 2.1 kilos and had my first injection. I didn't notice really, it didn't hurt and I didn't miaow at all. I only miaowed all the way there in the car, and all the way back. I don't like the kitten carrier. I want to get outside!
Pa gave me tinned tuna when I got back, already I had forgetten all about the cat carrier and the vet. I had some kitty milk and fell asleep for the afternoon.
Scaredy Cat
Today I met the other cat on the household again. She is a big cat, 6 years old and her name is Sandwich.
Ma thought it would be funny to name me Bacon, clearly.
Sandwich came in the bedroom where I was playing on the duvet with Ma, she jumped up and saw me, then hissed really loud. I was fascinated, but not scared. I jumped towards her, asking her to play with little chirrups of delight - a new playmate!
Sandwich ran away. She ran away real fast, hissing and growling. What's wrong with her I just want to play?
In the meantime, I'll stretch and have a nap. Do I look like Superman?
Bacon the Kitten video
Click the link below to see a video of me running around the house inside a small tent..
Pop up tent fun!
Pop up tent fun!
Saturday, 12 September 2009
Kitten's first week at new home
Bacon here again. I have learned my name by repetition from Ma. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon.
Ma goes to work, but in the morning she comes up into my room and fills my kitty milk. I am not too sure about solid food, so I drink more than I eat. Lapping milk was difficult, at first I pawed it with my kitten paw, then sniffed, then licked a little. I got used to it within a short while.
Ma would come home at lunch, to put on the small TV for background noise, and to play. We would interact with newspaper shreds and balls of paper. The toys that Ma bought were uninteresting to me. I loved an empty cardboard box with shredded newspaper strips. Reminded me of chasing ickle things in my caravan.
Bacon Kitten - 1st week in a new home
Well, my new Ma bought me home in a cardboard box and a blanket.
I was maowing all the way in the car, I was one of 9 kittens, we all looked the same, why did she pick me? Where are all my brothers and sisters and friends and Real Mom?
I had a crowded existence in a disused caravan in a field on a farm in Somerset.
Now what is happening?
I am put in a spare bedroom with my box and blanket, toys, food and kitty milk. I hear a cat enter the room whom I don't know. She smells my scent and hisses loudly and exits. I feel alone.
My new Ma gets into the spare bed and spends the first night with me, I am confused, yet excited about my new surroundings, I play until 3am then drop off to sleep in a corner.
New kitten is born - Bacon 2009
Hello
It's been 15 years since my owner had a kitten and she has experienced things that were forgotten and rediscovered the delights and frustrations of inviting a new kitten into your home.
This blog is for the purpose of sharing experinces and advice with regards to making kittens like me happy and fulfilled.
Also, this will contain tips on how I got litter trained (I was a farm kitten born in a disused caravan with a flat tyre in a field - I had no clue why it was wrong to pee on a duvet)
With love and ickle bites and backfoot scratches
Bacon the Kitten
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