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Half an hour ago…

Because it’s not obvious, his location is my lap. Also not obvious: his other side is soaking wet. Equally not obvious: we are both seated in the only comfortable chair in the whole place.

We fight for it. I bought myself a little second hand tablet computer specifically to use as a Kindle when I sit in that chair, but the cat usually wins.

As for the wet, it has rained here every day for weeks. Everything is soaked. The ground is all slippy. My chicken runs are mud and the chickens are miserable. I’m thoroughly sick of it.

The weather isn’t always like England in England, but sometimes it’s the most England place imaginable.

November 7, 2019 — 8:51 pm
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Cat question

Ever since we went from a three cat household to a one cat household, I think the little beast is lonely. He’s a sociable animal. But I’ve very rarely gone out seeking a cat – I wait for them to come to me, and then I have to deal with whatever I get. I’m thinking I’d like to get a jump on the cat goddess and hit up a local rescue for another.

Anyone have experience of mixing cats? My tentative thoughts are: slightly younger than him (he’s just over a year) but not a kitten (I’d feel selfish, since those are usually so much more easily adopted out). Female, so she sticks closer to home (but would he find her as much of a companion and hunting buddy as a male cat?). I’m not used to having choices.

Anecdotal evidence encouraged.

September 17, 2019 — 7:23 pm
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You have got to be kidding me!

This thing came across my Facebook today billed as a “cat muzzle bath protection”. I do not believe it. This must be somebody’s ugly fetish.

I can tell you any cat I’ve ever owned would flip his or her shit if I tried to slip a nylon gimp mask over its face. Slinging its head around and banging into stuff. It would be all claws and screaming.

I can also tell you 100% the mask in the picture was Photoshopped onto the cat in the picture. The original was twice this size, so it was easy to spot. You have to wonder, when they don’t have the courage to use their own product.

I can’t vouch for all the pictures, though. Do a Google images search of cat muzzle bath protection and YOU tell ME what those bastards on the internet are up to now.


Rich Rostrum wins the dick with T. Boone Pickens. Dude, no – don’t post your address in the thread, yeesh! – how much unwanted pizza delivery can you handle? My email is right in the header.

I’ll go queue up a NEW DEAD POOL right now.

September 12, 2019 — 7:28 pm
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A fine and peculiar lady

I mentioned in a comment thread this week that my old girl Charlotte had died. I said I wasn’t going to post about it — who needs more downers in their lives, am I right? — but there is a curious fact about Charlotte’s death that cat observers will find interesting.

She chose the spot where she wanted to die weeks before she died there.

She was seventeen years old, and some of those years weren’t easy. She’d been failing for a long time: eating constantly but getting skinnier and skinnier, as if her food had no virtue. When you picked her up, she weighed nothing at all. I didn’t take her to the vet; she was old and cranky and hated being interfered with. Any kind of major medical intervention was out of the question. I was going to have to make an awful decision soon, but I figured as long as she snoozed in the sun and purred when you patted her, she had sufficient quality of life.

She hadn’t wandered outside the boundary of our yard for years, but a few weeks ago the next door neighbor called to say Charlotte was in the middle of her gravel driveway. And she was, lying curled up perfectly composed. In a drizzling rain.

That was so odd, I figured right then she had decided her time was up, but I carried her home and she ate and fell asleep in her usual spot. She kept going back, though. And I kept carrying her home. Eventually, she came home on her own to eat and then right back to her spot. Not the exact spot; it was several spots within a small radius. The neighbor was awfully nice about it.

Last week, the neighbor had a friend over. He parked near Her Spot, and Charlotte took the opportunity to crawl under his car and die. Poor man. He was so sure he had run her over. He didn’t, though. There wasn’t a mark on her.

In fact — I know this is an awful old cliché — she looked better than she had in a long time. She was warm when I picked her up and looked groomed and well. She looked so alive we held a sort of wake for her, afraid she wasn’t dead but in some kind of weird coma. But no.

And that’s my ‘aren’t cats strange’ story. Please don’t be sad for Charlotte — she had a long and interesting life, including a trans-Atlantic move. She was one of the great ones.

Have a good weekend!

August 30, 2019 — 8:47 pm
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A rare and wonderful thing

This is my old girl, who turned 17 this year. Seventeen very hard years, including a feral babyhood, a trans-Atlantic move and getting chewed on by a fox.

And this is my lap. Charlotte hasn’t gotten in my lap in…I don’t know. Maybe since we moved here? She’ll get in Uncle B’s lap occasionally, but never mine. She’s a world champion grudge holder and hands down the stubbornest creature I have ever known.

So. That’s where I’ve been tonight. Under the cat. Who can tell why? I had nothing better to do than take cellphone pictures of her.

July 31, 2019 — 8:20 pm
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Efficiency

Welcome to your new Kitteh Storage Unit. This model is equipped to hold two (2) large, four (4) small or an unlimited number of behbeh kittehs.

Okay, okay, enough with the Cheezburger speak. (Hm. Is Cheezburger still around? It is! It looks kinda lame and click-baity though).

Wednesday is my day off. I shot this through the kitchen window today, from afar, with my phone. Fortunately, when you convert photos to black-and-white and 510 pixels wide, they ALL look like shit.

April 24, 2019 — 9:00 pm
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Muh boy in muh chair

Yesterday or today, I think.

The cats are mad with all the new mice and bunnies (and, sadly, birds) in the garden. And the warming temps. Won’t be long now before we can leave a window open and they can come and go as they please (without waking us up to go out at the crack of dawn).

Sorry for being neglectful. This is my favorite time of year and my heart isn’t in here, on the computer.

We got lambs, people. Lambs.

April 17, 2019 — 8:49 pm
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Fab four

Bit of an anticlimax to watch: they decided mama was not progressing well enough and whisked her off to the vet. An our later, four healthy kittens appeared on camera. Delivered by caesarean (one had to have a little atropine assist to get his tiny ticker going). Three tabbies and a ginger.

I recommend you hold onto the link. They’ll follow these little wigglers right up to adoption time and these babies grow fast.

This (and I’m sure many other) animal charities make serious bank via these kitten cams. And more power to them — you’ve got to buy the Friskies somehow.

I’m sure there’s a doggo equivalent, for you weird non-cat people. I couldn’t find a live puppy cam, but here’s a live cam of elderly dogs eating. For some reason.

April 4, 2019 — 8:10 pm
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Can’t talk. Busy watching feral cats give birth.

Like giving birth RIGHT NOW.

Both are pregnant. The one on the left is Nelia and she’s just gone into labor within the last couple hours. The one on the right is Serenity. This is Serenity’s box. Nelia has commandeered it, and Serenity is not happy about it.

If you hurry, you can join me and seven thousand of my pretend internet friends to see the very first kitten emerge. (Assuming there are no complications; it does seem to be taking a little long).

Fair warning: they have just switched from the above view to butt cam.

April 3, 2019 — 8:10 pm
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The most inconvenient of tails

Uncle B took this snapshot in the garden yesterday (gosh, phone cameras are getting better). My boy Boo, who is now about ten months old and the sweetest khet ever.

That tail, tho. The longest, skinniest, most inconvenient tail of them all. And there’s a white ring just before the tip, which seems an unnecessary mockery.

I feed all three beasts first thing in the morning; the kitchen floor is a minefield of lashing tails. Or one of those Russian sword dance things: step wrong at your peril.

See the snowdrops in one corner? They’ve been bursting out for a couple of weeks. It’s been very funny weather here. The sunshine says it’s Spring. The wind says, “fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”

March 11, 2019 — 10:04 pm
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