Thursday 6 December 2012

Goodbye and welcome



We've moved house. No one asked us; it was a forcible eviction.

Our new address is:

http://catsdinnertime.wordpress.com. Just click HERE and you'll find yourself on the front door mat.

Moving house is horrid, and we need our friends. We hope you'll pop over and visit us. 

Bring fish.

Friday 2 November 2012

Four!


It's my birthday today.




I am four years old. 



I have been promised treats. 

Cream, I hope. I love dairy products!



I wish I had this cat's life!


Oh, here's my treat. Perhaps this life is fine as it is. 

Happy Birthday to me.

Thursday 1 November 2012

Tuesday 16 October 2012

Busy



What do you mean, we're a bunch of idle slackers? We are simply too busy to write blog posts, that's all.


We have much to be getting on with.




Maybe during the winter. Don't go away. But don't hold your breaths either.

Saturday 7 July 2012

Everything comes....

to he who can wait.

One of Hamish's greatest longings is to have Queen Lottie be nice to him. And usually she ignores him.



Queen Lottie rules with an iron fist in a velvet paw, and being nice to the lowest in the pecking purring order doesn't feature strongly in her reign.



But yesterday, busy doing her nails, she mellowed, and the lowliest of her subjects was allowed to creep up to sit on her chair. And then - oh joy! - to have his face and ears washed very thoroughly, as he drooled and purred like a little motor bike, and to sleep afterwards, snuggled up and happy at last.


Not that it will last, of course. Rulers have to maintain their status, subjects have to know their place, and law enforcement round here is not always a pretty sight.


But for an hour, one little ginger cat was in heaven.

PS from Millie:

Action has been taken. Situation returned to normal. You may stand down.



Tuesday 26 June 2012

Thoughtful design


A garden bench is so useful. This one is mine. I like it because it has a handy gap at the back that allows me to hang my tail down rather comfortably while I think.

I say Rachel should give me a cushion.

Rachel says I'm sufficiently well-padded.

She also says I should have moved along a bit to hide the patches of missing render on the kitchen wall.

I say she should stop fussing and leave me alone to think.


She can call me when it's supper time.

Tuesday 12 June 2012

Change and no change


Catkin is getting more confident. She spends a lot of time in the utility room.


She sits there as though she owns the place.



I still hate her.


Everyone know it is I who owns the place.