Entries Tagged 'Pussy cats' ↓

After disappointment a few weeks ago that “Big Ginge” from across the road had moved out when we saw the curtains wide open and the apartment empty, we noticed that on the top floor, “Blackie” has a new playmate – “Kitty”.

He tolerates the kitten as it clambers over him to sun himself on the window ledge and we’re not sure how long it will take the owners to train him to stop clawing at the net curtains which we’ve seen happen a few times!

Was SO excited to see this lovely puss sound asleep in the warm window of a doggie accessory shop on the Upper East Side today. Kneeled in front of the window for quite a while but he didn’t show any signs of waking up and I wasn’t willing to tap on the glass and give him a fright.

Sara and Lucy have adopted a lovely furry kitty and keep sending me pictures of her – trying to entice me to go to Australia I think but for now, I’ll just introduce you all to Rosie and make her famous on my blog!

Great to see Butterball Brown in Blenheim too! He’s not yet slept on the bed or on our knees but he does like a pat!

Trying to start out the year with a much smaller float of email in my inbox (both accounts) and I found these 2 photos that I’ve been meaning to post since the time Dean sent them to me.

This is Butterball Brown, who’s never been particularly friendly to Tess, making himself at home in her bed … then Tess arriving home to find she had to sleep elsewhere. Such expressions! The smug cat and the woe-is-me dog!!

Got to meet the lovely orange puss when in Blenheim at the weekend. He’s settling in very well and is a pretty lovely and placid cat. Apparently he was living at the SPCA for about 3 months before going home with Dean & Steph.

He took to me pretty much straight away – whether my general orange vibe (wore an orange t-shirt especially for meeting him) or my cat voice – either way, smooched and enjoyed a big pat not long after meeting.

We don’t know much of his history, he’s not really a knee cat but will sit crammed up next to you, and he did sleep on the bed for an hour or so on the first night, right on top of my foot but jumped off when I had to move because I had pins and needles.

He did sleep at the other end of the couch and eventually right next to me with his back leg draped across my lap while I was knitting and even though he jumps at loud noises and the vacuum cleaner he didn’t bat an eye lid when a bottle of champagne was uncorked so he must’ve come from an orange, champagne-drinking, knitting household!

Butterball Brown, or Butters for short, has arrived to live with our Blenheim urban family. We’ll get to meet him at the end of February – he looks quite orangey so that’ll be exciting!

Have enjoyed the ITV series Joanna Lumley: Catwoman playing the last couple of Sundays on TV1 (yes real TV and channel 1 for that matter!) – a documentary on the history of cats and our fascination with them and the dominance they have in our lives, especially for women.

Rather a few freaky bits, a look at what some people do with their cats other than pat, feed, play and keep healthy:

• The Japanese woman who makes cat clothes and dresses up her cats as lords and princesses and bunnies and MICE of all things (how confusing for the cat!)
• The people who buy cute little tiger cubs for pets then wonder what to do with them when they grow to hundreds of kilos and take bites out of them and their furniture so keep them in closets and basements
• The woman who joins together different breeds and has ended up with a bald, short-front legged, normally back-legged cat that’s beginning to resemble a small kangaroo
• The people who are allergic to cat fur but got one anyway and have it shaved – I’ve seen many sheep being shorn in my time but watching footage of a cat being shorn made me physically cringe, just seemed so wrong!

Mrs H brought some cat treats into work for me keep in the fridge for the times we visit the waterfront and want to coax the little black waterfront cat over for a pat. Went down today and took The Mister along to meet her – she was very interested in the treats and we got to have lots of pats!

It seems that someone does feed her though, she had her own plate of cat food there so I’m sure it must be one of the restaurants nearby that takes care of her.

Then today we went to Thorndon to meet Mrs H’s Issy. Having people over for the first time when they’re there to meet your cat breaks down all sorts of barriers because I was crawling all around their house and inviting myself into every room and nook and cranny to find the cat … well perhaps it’s just me and other first-time guests would sit politely on the couch nibbling biscuits and drinking tea! A totally adorable cat!

Finally got to meet the little black cat that lives on the Wellington waterfront today! When the sun began to appear in November a new friend I’ve made at work suggested we went for some lunch, and that she’d get something she could eat outside seeing as I take my lunch to work every day without fail. While getting her lunch we bumped into one of the Fuel baristas who’d just been down to the waterfront and she said ‘Oh you might see the little cat down there – she’s out right now!’ I was most intrigued and excited and after more questioning we found out that the cat appears most lunchtimes, is homeless and very friendly.

So off we rushed! Caught sight of her in the distance but she never came near where we were. And we didn’t see her the next time or the next time or the next time … then last week when we got to our lunch spot a man in an SPCA uniform was waiting nearby. We began to worry and imagine all sorts of things, mostly wondering why he had to take the cat away if she seemed happy living there and not bothering anyone. Eventually a woman came and met the SPCA man and took him around to the rocks opposite where we were sitting. He collected a cage on the way so I hoped that was a sign that the cat wasn’t too badly injured or dead. The man crawled down the rocks and rustled the cat out of a hidey place – it jumped up onto the wall next to the lady for a pat before being placed into the cage. And off the SPCA man went with the cat in the back.

We finished our lunch and wondered what was going on. I got onto Twitter when I got back to work and asked the SPCA if they knew anything

They did!

That was about a week ago, and when we went down for lunch a couple of days ago we got pretty close to her but short of crawling around behind others enjoying lunch in the sun I still didn’t get a pat. I waited patiently and called as much as I could without annoying everyone! (She’s behind the man in the blue/grey shirt.)

Then today we made a last minute decision to go down for a quick lunch seeing as it was such a gorgeous day and we finally got to sit next to her! She loves a pat and very much enjoyed bits of ham out of Mrs H’s sandwich. I sent a photo onto the SPCA so they could see that she was being well cared for even if she didn’t have a regular house and family.