Season’s Greetings

Wishing all our readers a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year

Winter time?

Musical Assistant

Love cat

More cats . . .

 

Flower arranging

 

Recycling . . . . purrfect

My crafty helper . . . . . asleep

Do not disturb

Fish TV

Sleep time

 

Capezio Cat

My new dance shoes arrived, Poppy decided to keep them safe

Bookworm

That time of year (again)

Aargh!  It’s that time of year again!  A time we have come to dread . . . . . . .  it’s time to go to the vet, time for the girls’ annual check up.

As is usual with the girls, the first battle of wits begins with the (numerous) attempts to get them in their carriers.  This year was no exception.  Poppy was taken by surprise by DS and neatly popped into her carrier.  Mango proved to be the artful dodger.  Having hidden (or so she thought) behind the sofa, Mango believed she had outsmarted us but DS stealthily approached her and DH sneaked into position at the other end of the sofa.  Without much fuss, they managed to catch her, but then came the epic battle of getting her into the carrier.  She made herself big, stretched her legs out, you name it, she did it!  Finally, I managed to get her halfway in but she made sure that I knew of her disapproval by kicking me in the stomach – wow can that cat kick!

The car journey (a traumatic time of 5 minutes) followed the usual performance - within seconds of being placed in the car, the girls start to “sing”.  A cacophony of noise in a confined space – lovely.

We arrived at the surgery and strangely the girls became quiet – simply the calm before the storm.  At the best of times, the girls are reluctant patients and this year proved to be no exception.  Poppy refused to come out of the carrier, no amount of persuasion, cajoling or pushing could get her out.  Solution – tip the carrier on it’s end.  This method eventually works, as gravity is a major boost.  Poppy slid, quite unceremoniously onto the vet’s table.  The vet thought Poppy was cute and made all sorts of “endearing noises” to her whilst she was being examined.  The injection was done quickly and with no fuss but when it came to the nose drops, Poppy decided that revenge was in order and bit the vet – oh dear!  To add insult to injury, the little madam just walked back into her box, full of c-attitude.

A similar performance then ensued with Mango.  The anti-gravity cat clung to the sides of the carrier, legs akimbo, which was sorted with a quick, gentle shake of the box.  One disgruntled moggy emerged onto the vets table.  Now, we had no problem with Mango being examined, injected and the nose drops being given, but the huffy moggy made her feelings quite clear by marching into her carrier, turning around and sighing as though it was all too much.

Another performance completed and a whole year to get over it before we have to do it again!

Sunseeker

Relaxing

New cats . . . .

I found these 3 beauties at the local charity shop and I just had to give them a home

Musical Poppy

I have taken up playing the saxophone – I love it and Poppy loves it too.  Her favourite place to be, during practice, is cuddling up to the “fluffy” swab that normally sits in the sax.

Crafty companion

Shelved

Favourite seat

The red foot stool has lived under my desk for the longest time.  It soon became one of Mango’s favourite places to sit, whether I was at my desk or not.  The foot stool was becoming decidedly tatty and was in desperate need of being replaced.  I was lucky enough to find a “proper” foot rest and put the foot stool to one side, ready to be recycled.  The little madam made her feelings purrfectly clear . . . . . . needless to say, we have kept it, just so that she can sleep on it.

Interloper

Friends of ours bought us a stone cat.  An adorable little fellow, we decided to put him in front of the fireplace.  Much to our amusement, Poppy took exception to the new addition, looking at him with animosity and a hiss or two.  Getting no response from the interloper, she decided to completely ignore him and soon normal service was resumed.

Sleepy heads

Poppy Selfies

Mango Selfies

Our own chairs

Birthday girls

My girls are 5 years old today!  My, how the time has flown.  As they were foundlings, their birthdays were estimated, sort of best guess basis.  (However, I think they were probably born sometime in August or September.)

Happy Birthday to my two lovely girls x x

 

Bedtime

Time to read . .

 

Christmas dinner 2013

The heater is on

Dierendag

         

Hiding in the cat house

DJ Poppy

Chillin’

Sunshine 2

Sunshine