Humphrey, RIP.
Knees
My cat’s got knees. Musical madness from Joel Veitch.
Blob on fluff
Blob on fluff.
Originally uploaded by graybo.
Treacle doing her best black-blob-with-eyes thing whilst sat on a fluffy cushion.
This photo should satisfy Bob.
Cyclops
Cyclops kitten – thanks Bob.
Hmm. A baby due any day now and people send me links to deformed kittens.
Big billed catty puss
Today – two cats to Nearbyville for a prod, poke, two jabs each and a pill each – the feline equivalent of a 10,000 mile service. Outcome? £77, please and thank you. Ouch.
Speelchuck
Note to Microsoft – the correct spelling of Seamus is Seamus, not Shamus. Please update your spellcheckers.
That is all.
Blood on the floor
Treacle sleeps in some pretty odd places.
I’ve just spent 20 minutes cleaning up blood on the floor and the sofa. She’s had a fight with another cat and didn’t win – a tear in her left ear was dripping blood everywhere. I’ve cleaned up the blood and the wound, but she might end up with a "bus ticket" ear.
Uborka a real weblog – official
Pete posts a picture of a cat. Resigning from blogging, my foot.
Hello Amsterdam, my name is Fernando
I’m off to the Netherlands this afternoon to visit a trade show in Boskoop tomorrow. I’ve got a few meetings lined up with the great and good of European and American horticulture – a real encouragement to find that, after two and a half years of doing this, the biggest companies now make a point of talking to me at these events to see what I have to offer them. When I started out it was more a case of me banging on their doors and saying "hey! talk to me!"
My mum is coming over to keep H company. H is worried about being on her own whilst 18 weeks pregnant. I’m not sure that there is really anything to worry about, as the pregnancy has been running smoothly of late (just the usual tiredness to contend with and the fact that none of Hels’s clothes fit anymore), but if it reassures H then it’s fine by me.
Maybe H needs practical help looking after the cats. We’re cat-sitting for the in-laws at the moment, and it isn’t something that I plan to repeat as she (Kitty, the in-laws’ cat) persistently picks fights with Monty and Treacle who are so soft and mild-mannered that they don’t know what to do (other than be frightened).
I really should mow the lawn before I head to the airport. Nah, it can wait.
More exciting blog entries soon, kids! Blimey, this is getting boring, isn’t it? perhaps it’s time for another one of those long airport rambles?
Never iron your cat when wet
Bob’s Guide To Cat Owning. (Possibly LSFW).