‘Sup?
Jack thinks it’s awesome we brought a tree in for him to sleep under, but he’s a little concerned for our mental health. Also, what’s up with all the twinkly lights?
This’ll be my Christmas Eve and Christmas Day offering, so lemme know what Sandy Claws brings you in this thread. Merry Christmas, folks!
December 24, 2014 — 8:20 pm
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très embarrassant
The tiger – at first described as a large maneater, then as a 70kg young tiger, then as a lynx, and then as a European wildcat – may now be nothing more than a fat house cat.
To be fair, I think this picture is a piss take.
Good weekend folks!
November 14, 2014 — 8:45 pm
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Mon dieu!
So, there’s a tiger on the loose near Paris. After puss had been spotted by several people, they brought in specialist trackers. From the prints, they reckon it’s a young adult, a year and a half or so old. They’ve tracked it to a small wood near Montevrain, where they are lying in wait with tranq guns.
It’s a little strange they haven’t worked out where it came from. They’ve ruled out a circus that blew through town, but they mention a big cat park nearby. What’s so hard about *ring-ring* “‘Allo, are you meessing a poozycat?”
Spare the poor beastie a thought tonight. It might be reduced to eating Frenchmen to stay alive.
Another one for your browsing pleasure: the East Sussex Records Office has a new, awesome state-of-the-art facility called The Keep. Among their toys is a giant copystand for digitizing old maps and big books. Anyway, searchable database, lots of things online. Enjoy!
November 13, 2014 — 9:25 pm
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Peace in our time
Well, this is unusual. He must’ve snuck up on her while she was asleep on the cold frame (a cold frame is like a little halfway house for plants raised under glass but destined for out-of-doors, for those of us who don’t garden). When the sun shines on it, it warms up and becomes a cat magnet. She still hates him with a hissing, growling passion, though.
It’s been warm for October, and wet. Which is what we got all last Winter. I suppose it’s better than cold and wet, but it’s awfully dreary when it goes on month after month.
But do I care? I do not. Uncle B bought me my first pair of decent wellington boots. These ones. They’re soft and warm and snug and stink to high heaven.
Also, a Swiss army surplus rain poncho. This one. Two ladies walked up to me on the street the other day and burst out laughing, so I’m pretty sure I look amazing in it.
October 16, 2014 — 8:41 pm
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Dear Diary: today a strange Icelandic woman fiddled my pee-pee
Poor Jack has been having…difficulties. You know…peeing difficulties.
We took him to the local vet this afternoon. She weighed him, squoze his bladder, examined his skin, listened to his heart and said, “you’ll need to get me a urine sample before I can tell you anything. That’ll be £44, please.” About seventy bucks. Sheesh.
To get this here urine sample, we have to isolate him in the downstairs bathroom with a litterbox full of little plastic balls overnight. Then, in the morning, when he has (please god) made pee, I have to suck it up in a pipette and run it in to the vet’s. I have a feeling he’s going to hit that bathroom like a cyclone and scream all night. I plan to drink a lot.
Picture is Jack in the bread oven. Uncle B took it yesterday with his fancy new camera. Here it is — half a meg’s worth of large and in color.
September 22, 2014 — 10:46 pm
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D’awwww
Back in late June, reader rodent rescued up this beautiful beast and named her Suzie. She’d been dumped in an industrial park to fend for herself. Suzie repaid her debt by knitting this beautiful mini-me!
Then I spent some time scribbling flocked wallpaper all over them, because I can’t resist doodling on other people’s cats, and rodent’s photo was a bit dark and unfocused (Suzie, like all good mothers, tucked her infant safely into a dark box).
Just look at those baby toes. We will expect regular doses of d’awww, rodent.
August 19, 2014 — 9:43 pm
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Squirt
ZOMG, it’s midnight and I haven’t posted anything. Get me a cat picture — STAT!
Here’s he latest shot of Mad Jack, lounging in the garden. Nooo, we didn’t buy the cat a hammock; he’s seen here stretching out the top of the plastic mesh fruit cage.
Thing is, I think he’s stopped growing. By our reckoning, he’ll be a year old at the beginning of August and I don’t think he’s put on any bulk in the last couple of months. He’s a little squirt. Has a kitteny face, too.
Still a heartbreaker, though.
July 10, 2014 — 11:01 pm
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We sell kitteh by the kilo here, son
Spotted today in a farm shop several villages over. The man gently lifted the cat off the scale to weigh our pork chops. Made him nervous when Uncle B took out the cellphone; he probably thought we were narks.
June 10, 2014 — 10:54 pm
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And then there were two…
I strongly suspect both these guys are from the same nest. Same species, same size. Jack has been haunting one corner of the garden. He’s either able to climb the tree or he’s waiting for them the fledge and scooping them off the ground.
Blackbird #2 was uninjured, maybe sliiiightly bigger than the first, and very freaked out by the whole Weasel Experience. He kept opening his mouth for food and then spitting it out. I think, actually, the open beak was aggression in his case. Eventually, he got hungry enough to be a good bird. He sure wanted out of the cage, though.
We went out for a few hours yesterday, so I took a chance. I locked Jack up in the house and left the cage outside, high up, near the nest, with the door open. When we came home, one bird was gone and I didn’t find him on the ground. Zo! Happy ending, let’s hope.
Unfortunately, the one left behind appears to be Irritating Spit Bird.
NB: yes, indeed, catnip takes the dick with Efrem Zimbalist, Jr. I think I’m about three dicks behind at the moment. Apologies if you’re waiting. I’ve got an Irritating Spit Bird on my drawing desk at the mo. So, back here, Friday, 6pm WBT, Dead Pool Round 63!
May 5, 2014 — 6:00 pm
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Throw your paws in the air like you just don’t care
I don’t usually talk about my personal life — ‘tcha, no wait, successful bloggers don’t talk about their personal lives; I talk about mine all the time! Anyway, we’ve been waking up achey and we think our mattress is shot.
Either that or we’re just old. (Attentive readers will recall that May is my birthday month — not merely the month my birthday appears in, but a month-long celebration of the awesomeness of me).
Mattresses are expensive and science is cool, so we bought a cheap air mattress and just popped it on top of the old one. Not a permanent answer, but to test the age-versus-crap-mattress hypothesis. So far so good, but the top of the bed is, like, four feet from the floor now.
Illustrated: what happens when you hop up onto an air mattress where a cat is sleeping.
Bonus: I found this while image searching “bouncy castle” — bouncy Stonehenge!
May 1, 2014 — 10:50 pm
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