The Boy Cat is happy. Getting his tummy tickled. Apart from eating and sleeping, that is his favourite thing. It provides such a great stress release for the human.
You find out that the cat has been lying on your Black T-shirt. White cat hair is not a great look on black….
The cat – a stress reliever and stress provider….
The boy cat has six talents:
- Getting stuck up trees, wardrobes, roofs …..,
- Opening Doors,
- Missing his litter tray – halfway up the wall is his latest favourite,
- Tripping people up,
I don’t know who he is so good at sleeping. Nothing wakes him. This photo might suggest a scene of tranquility and quiet. No. Only two yards away the mad dog is going ballistic. Currently barking at 110dB as he tries to get the attention of his friends the sheep. I wish I could sleep like that.
This is the face of evil. An entity so without remorse. So utterly malevolent that even the likes of Thanos and Professor Moriaty won’t mess with her. Her name Daisy…
This weeks role call of shame:
- Pulled not one but two sets of curtains down,
- Ripped to shreds the floor mop,
- Smashed a picture frame after she decided to would be kinda fun to whack it with her paw,
- Somehow managed to delete an important file when she decided to sit on my computer keyboard,
- Twice scoffed all the dogs food,
- Sat on the boy cats food bowl so he couldn’t get to his food,
- Used a sofa cushion as a scratching pole,
- Used the corner of the sofa as a scratching pole,
- Completely decimated the dogs favourite cuddly teddy bear,
- Bit the head off one of our son’s favourite wrestling figures,
- Somehow gained access to my wardrobe and covered all my black clothes with white hairs,
- Chewed the corner off a £5 note,
- Knocked a full bowl of porridge onto the carpet,
- Deliberately pushed the boy cat into the toilet as the poor cat was sat on the edge having a closer inspection (wish I had captured the moment, it was both vindictive and truly funny at the same time).
All these evil doings while giving me that “what are you going to do about – do I care” look…..
Truly an apex predator.
Was a bit worried that the pup had destroyed the gardens entire snowdrop population. But at last in one corner ….
My partner will be happy.
Sometimes wonderful views take your breath away. This was taken on our last holiday. While my partner and son slept I would sneak out for an early morning run. The run would take me along a path which ran along the edge of Lake Thun. It was just stunning.
Sometimes it’s other things that take your breath away.
Last night I had made a stew. I left my steaming plate of food on the kitchen table while I delivered our son his stew and 2 tons of tomato ketchup. Crash. On my return to the kitchen I had an out of body experience. We have a very accident prone boy cat. Yes you have guessed it. He was lying in my stew. Waiter there appears to be a cat in my food. He was covered in gravy and vegetables completely oblivious to the world. He seemed most puzzled when I pushed him onto the floor. He was even more puzzled and slightly terrified as the dog decided to feast on the four legged plate. My option b meal, a cuppa soup was far less appetising.
I’m still finding bits of stew strewn around the house.
Usually the dog won’t have anything to do with the boy cat. His bestie is the girl cat. However today it’s a different story. Now he’s discovered the boy cats talent as a mobile dinner plate. He is hopefully following him around trying to be friends. Let’s hope the boy cat has learnt his lesson as tonight it’s a curry.
All hell broke out today. Sat with a hot drink trying to convince the laptop that the Excel Macro I had just produced was in fact perfect and not full of errors WHEN
The two cats and dog started scampering around the house like crazed banshees. Chairs crashing into walls, photos knocked off tables, books sent flying. I found the Living Room in a state of destruction as if World War Z had broken out. Three pets clawing and scratching at the bottom of a large sideboard. Oh bugger have we got a visitor and it’s the hunt. Annoyingly the sideboard had a small gap at the bottom big enough for a hiding space but too small to squeeze my hand into. Wonderful going to have to move that 8 tonne chunk of wood. Have to try and rescue the trapped creature.
Could it be a scary House Mouse
Could it be a deadly little shrew
OR is it
one of these little plastic Dalek (Dr Who) megalomaniacs.
Yes after breaking my back, trapping my fingers and squashing my toes – the sideboard was finally moved to reveal a DALEK. Yes the little darlings had been having a fantastic time warping adventure game. The pets excitedly claimed the prize and continued the game in another room. Well that was 2 hours well spent. Unfortunately now the 8 tonnes of wood have to moved back and the pets can’t help because they are too busy saving the earth from a Dalek invasion. Deep Joy!!!!!!
I was blog chatting (or whatever it is called these days) with a friend today and somehow politics came up. When I say politics I mean really silly politics. Our politics is grim. Very grim. One of the only fun elements is when one of our smallest parties enters the elections. The Monster Raving Looney Party. It’s almost as if Monty Python had entered politics. It was started in the 1960s by the musician called Screaming Lord Sutch.
This was the Party who had a real cat called Catmando as its joint leader for 3 years.
Some of its brilliant policy ideas have included:
- Make the tax system more complicated so that it is harder for companies to find loopholes
- Make it illegal to walk under ladders
- To prevent global warming all buildings will have air conditioning units on the outside
- All politicians should paint themselves permanently from head to toe in the colour of their party
- All socks to be sold in packs of 3 in case you lose one
- Introduce a 99p coin
- To save money they would only operate our nuclear missiles at weekends
- Build a really big wall (or hang on that’s not one of the Looney Parties policies).
The scary thing is that actually some of the ‘crazy’ policies they came up with have over years actually become rather sensible and have been adopted by the government. We have pet passports now and who was the first party to propose them. They jokingly proposed 24 hour licensing for places selling alcohol (had been very restrictive hours) and a few years later it became law. Back in the 1960s they campaigned to have the voting age reduced to 18 (now the law and how was this ever considered a mad idea).
Sadly they never quite get into government. Maybe because the looney vote is split. At the last election you had the Looney Party, plus you had a chap called Lord Buckethead, some guy dressed as a fish finger and some chap dressed as Elmo.
Some would argue that recent governments have been infiltrated by loonies.
What am I wittering on about. I don’t really know. I think the point is that when the world seems really bleak and sad. When you want to just stand outside, look at the heavens and scream. To hear your own tears raining down on this increasingly alien land. Just sometimes the only thing that keeps you going is a bit of silliness. It brought me back from the edge. Our dip into politics today certainly made our son laugh. It made him forget about his worries for a few minutes.
If the Looney Party has indeed a track record of starting sensible policies off then maybe they should come up with a policy of banishing sadness and anxiety. Maybe in a few years it becomes reality. I could vote for that.
I often feel out of my depth as a parent. Somedays I feel really out of my depth. Today was such a day.
“Dad I struggle to believe in God somedays. Does this make me a band person. I don’t want to go to hell”
I tried to find the words. I told him how pure and good he was. I bumbled on about it being normal to have these thoughts. How it didn’t matter what I think or what anybody else thinks – it’s his choice. About how it’s up to everyone to make their own mind up. How he has so many years left to think things through. But it wasn’t good. It was a mess. My partner who was a Quaker would have known what to say. How to reassure. In my current tired state I can hardly string a couple of sentences together. I was really struggling.
I don’t know how many times the pets have come to my parenting rescue.
“Dad come and look at our cute girl”
This was the moment the girl cat decided that she wanted her tummy tickling. Suddenly theological questions are put to one side as the cat takes centre stage. This has bought me some much needed thinking time.
We had the big reveal. If we won the lottery which of the following activities would be our favourite and which would be our least favourite thing to do.
- Live in the Amazon jungle for a month
- Climb Everest
- Go into space
- Sail to the bottom of the sea
- Drive around a racetrack in a F1 car.
Me: Too many spiders and snakes in the jungle for my liking – so this would be the least likely option I would choose. For me it would have to be Space or Everest. I think the chance to see our beautiful planet from space would just swing it for me.
Son: Least favourite was the F1 car. Surprisingly he didn’t opt for the jungle because he didn’t want to see the damage we are doing to it. He opted for the trip to the bottom of the ocean.
The jungle cost me so I got to play jelly bean roulette. I can report back that ‘rotten milk’ flavour is not good, not good at all.
Today’s challenge: On Christmas Eve we were watching a TV show talking about Home Alone. It started to talk about a couple of big plot mistakes in the film. But before they could tell us what they are we had a power cut. So the challenge is to watch Home Alone again and see who can be the first to spot a plot mistake. Again the loser has to play Jelly Bean roulette.
Home Alone on TV.
Sprawling on the sofa waiting patiently for Santa.
I suspect the girl in the middle of photo as hard as she looks angelic is definitely on Santa’s Naughty List. Very large sack full of coal coming her way?
According to Track Santa he is over Sri Lanka.
Our pets give us so much entertainment and bring much needed smiles to this broken house. They have really helped get us through the last couple of years. Yes they can be terrors but humans can be oh so much worse….
But I think one pet needs a special mention. They big boy cat. He is such a softy. Even when the cats could venture outside he was not really an apex predator. Never worked out how to hunt. The girl cat would frequently bring him some live offerings. But the boy cat would carefully paw them, then roll over – I suspect he was hoping the vole would tickle his tummy. Strangely the vole would scurry off into the hedge counting it’s blessings. The boy cat would frequently get stuck in the tree requiring rescue. He was petrified of the cat flap so we had to cover it up. He had a favourite type of toy. He would only play with our son’s Dr Who Dalek plastic figures – nothing else. You would see him searching the toy box in a desperate attempt to find the elusive evil masterminds. He has worked out how to open door handles so he gets free run of the house.
But he was also inseparable from my partner. He would follow her about and he always seemed to be on her lap. When my partner went out the cat would sit at the front window and wait for hours until she came back. Sadly you can’t explain bereavement to a cat. I’ve got no idea what the boy cat is thinking. I can’t confirm that he is grieving like we are. But I know one thing for a fact. Every night he sleeps where our partner used to sleep and you frequently see him at the front window. I suspect he’s waiting for her to return.