tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30627640107093091112024-03-10T00:15:27.236-08:00Beware - Cats Live HereJackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-5582491468931718522012-02-21T04:50:00.000-08:002012-02-21T04:50:45.888-08:00Memories of a long ago cat. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It has been a while since I posted anything up here or on my other blogs, mainly due to illness, but also due to an unhappy event in our family. Just a couple of days before Christmas, the 21st, my husband's eldest daughter died, she was just 49 years old, we were notified on the 22nd by his youngest daughter. </span></strong><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> A couple of weeks previous to that I had a bad angina attack that put me in hospital, since then I have been feeling really ill, due to the medication. That has now been changed and I am beginning to feel like a human being again, and getting my energy and enthusiasm back.</span></strong> <br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTY2qmy-SRXH73WT5LGRbu8UgYcgoPiKLp5dILjydtPJvwJNp1YdIcvVRmeOILNnzmkgKzBJJCfnWfPbkZwcyvs260sSgaE4MQCrVdWzFsbRlt2WDwi6IYld2q0FjrvNPksbyxnSEI02g/s1600/Kitties+tree+3+-+115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" lda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTY2qmy-SRXH73WT5LGRbu8UgYcgoPiKLp5dILjydtPJvwJNp1YdIcvVRmeOILNnzmkgKzBJJCfnWfPbkZwcyvs260sSgaE4MQCrVdWzFsbRlt2WDwi6IYld2q0FjrvNPksbyxnSEI02g/s200/Kitties+tree+3+-+115.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;">Rappy, Jet and Calli have been a comfort to both of us, and kept our spirits up with their antics and affection. After seeing someone else's cats Christmas tree, we went out and bought a small live tree for our cats, we really were not in the mood for dragging the huge artificial tree down from the attic and decorating it. So I bought some bird decorations and small golden baubles for their little tree, they found it quite interesting, Rappy in particular was fascinated by the birds! </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"></span></strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4xOskwn-4h-I6zKffNe30xIVvyvmH9iDvDdWeMIsbhCEbiN4AvUbpvnP9uSDVR-_Ow_B9tv8mjzuvWmEx4ElhsFr0tHqaE4nfrQmhyphenhyphenxMZUgVohT3IBUY-a0ZrZn1Pm8YPdMA_V3pfdc/s1600/Kitties+tree+5+-+117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" lda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4xOskwn-4h-I6zKffNe30xIVvyvmH9iDvDdWeMIsbhCEbiN4AvUbpvnP9uSDVR-_Ow_B9tv8mjzuvWmEx4ElhsFr0tHqaE4nfrQmhyphenhyphenxMZUgVohT3IBUY-a0ZrZn1Pm8YPdMA_V3pfdc/s200/Kitties+tree+5+-+117.jpg" width="200" /></a><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;"><br />
Just this morning Jim and I were discussing the antics and personalities of our cats, prompted by a commercial on TV for a doormat that soaks up wet footprints, Jim said maybe we should buy one for our cats as they are always coming in with wet, muddy paws. I said it probably wouldn't do any good as they would walk around it instead. We've tried that before. Anyway, it brought back a memory from my childhood, one of my grandmother's memories in fact. She used to talk about a cat they had long before I was born, his name was Nicky, and he was a mischievous tabby. One thing he loved to do was to go out in the garden and trog around in the mud, particularly on a day when my grandmother was scrubbing the kitchen and hall floors, then he would come running in leaving a trail of muddy pawmarks, not only on the floor, but also on the wall, he would kick up his paws against the wall every now and then. He was such a lovable character though, she couldn't get mad at him. He also used to wait at the garden gate for my mother and aunt coming home from school, and for my grandfather coming home from work, as soon as he saw grandpa, he would run into the house and halfway up the staircase, and as grandpa walked past, a paw would fly out from between the banister rails and take a swipe at grandpa's trilby hat, knocking it off. They do love their little games!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia;">We did manage to carry out our Santa and Holly duties, though I found the last couple of days a strain, we did our last day on the trains on Dec. 20th. But as usual it was a lot of fun.</span></strong><br />
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</tbody></table>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-60097410240404352822011-11-28T12:39:00.000-08:002011-11-28T12:39:33.571-08:00Jetikins Box Adventure<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hello, Rappy here, mama can't put any new photo's up today cos her camera batteries died and she can't get anymore until she's got some spare pennies, so we are camera free until Friday anyway. Jetikins is really happy about that cos he doesn't like that clickety thing. But mama says she will find some old pics of us to put up instead, and one that she took when Stamps the Irish hedgehog postman came to stay with us.</span></strong></div><br />
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</tbody></table><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Jetikins trapped himself inside a box this week, he could've got out if he'd really wanted, but mama started playing with him through the holes in the top, and he enjoyed that, then he dozed off until I came home and woke him up, we played patti-paws through the gap. It was one of those long narrow boxes that have things like cauliflower or cabbages in them. Papa brought it home with a big glass lamp in it, then he stood the box up on end against a chair and Jet started playing with it, he reached up to pull on a sticky-out bit and it fell on top of him. There are little round holes in the bottom, which was now the top, so mama stuck the tail of one of our sisal mousies through and Jet caught it and pulled it through, then she found two more and he got them too. When she put the toy dynamite stick cord down the hole he couldn't pull that through so then he went to sleep.</span></strong><br />
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</tbody></table><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Stamps the Irish hedgehog postman was knitted by mama's friend Geraldine, she lives in Dublin. Stamps has travelled all over the world visiting members of Ravelry.com - a website for knitters and crocheters like mama and Geraldine. He stayed with us for two weeks and mama took lots of photo's of him before he left us to go somewhere else. Stamps has his own blog called 'Stampses Travels' and you can visit him <a href="http://stampsestravels.blogspot.com/">here:</a></span></strong>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-61674150268250853892011-11-23T03:45:00.000-08:002011-11-23T03:55:29.577-08:00Calli Patch-Pelt<div align="center"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0a4DJ5X54vzLtwZHlGczCL9vq_Jsaxb0S3d135sjTLhVKb8BGkpIYQd8MqIa1OYthfpnqng0wDn7vAjrgmv12CrXgqJ8LfaxmsTuPkhc_Ur34xeyHxyg9sp-vQncZHmM3NwfQDk664zI/s1600/Calli+2+-+22.11.11+-+116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0a4DJ5X54vzLtwZHlGczCL9vq_Jsaxb0S3d135sjTLhVKb8BGkpIYQd8MqIa1OYthfpnqng0wDn7vAjrgmv12CrXgqJ8LfaxmsTuPkhc_Ur34xeyHxyg9sp-vQncZHmM3NwfQDk664zI/s320/Calli+2+-+22.11.11+-+116.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hello, I am Calli, matriarch of the family, I am 12 years old, going on 13.</span> <span style="color: #3d85c6;">I have several titles, Papa's Princess, Mama's Mugwump (that means Big Chief in the Algonquin language, so the dictionary says.) Mama and Papa also call me Calli poppet, Calli Patch-Pelt, and Sweetie-pie. This is me relaxing on mama and papa's bed. Yesterday was a stay-at-home-relax-in-bed kind of a day. Rappy was on the bed too, all stretched out like a long sausage, mama said. </span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibK46cQ-qv21RS4m6vIMbe1VEDKQ5tvzVR-LX48AEK6Gp3LbVTdN0gB4Sz4djW0AT1JeK7q3_RtIFMgYTFWysWmQJTt_BxmlUoJr1HO2uYTZ39i2UfZL6gsqjbzsqrGaOasGxrmrN103c/s1600/Calli+3+-+22.11.11+-+121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibK46cQ-qv21RS4m6vIMbe1VEDKQ5tvzVR-LX48AEK6Gp3LbVTdN0gB4Sz4djW0AT1JeK7q3_RtIFMgYTFWysWmQJTt_BxmlUoJr1HO2uYTZ39i2UfZL6gsqjbzsqrGaOasGxrmrN103c/s320/Calli+3+-+22.11.11+-+121.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>It is nice and warm up in their bedroom</strong> <strong>cos the chimney from the fire downstairs is behind the wall the bookcase is on. Papa complains sometimes that it gets too warm, and he throws the duvet off himself. He moves about a lot too so I usually sleep down by mama's feet cos she doesn't move much at all. She doesn't kick me out of bed like he sometimes does when he tosses about. Rappy likes to sleep on mama's side of the bed during the day, up near her pillow. Sometimes Jet jumps up on the bed and he likes mama's side too. He is a huge black cat and he scares me a bit, sometimes he waits for me when I come down the stairs, he hides behind the door and jumps out at me. I hiss at him and run away and he chases me. Mama says he wants to play with me and give me a head wash, he is always washing Rappy, </strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCAPdoLjpHoioi_iVGqTEUODWEi04P2pw16a-lv8nNnY2e73HX1XJFuRegfeGAtWMu_5bnLa18rdI0tAReyQ-sye_r8F9tw1XXQhfl7y4bz-p5SrBpB0P_a5OxgzVzw4hNrZrohYIb1I/s1600/Rappy+-+22.11.11+-+112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCAPdoLjpHoioi_iVGqTEUODWEi04P2pw16a-lv8nNnY2e73HX1XJFuRegfeGAtWMu_5bnLa18rdI0tAReyQ-sye_r8F9tw1XXQhfl7y4bz-p5SrBpB0P_a5OxgzVzw4hNrZrohYIb1I/s320/Rappy+-+22.11.11+-+112.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>but he is so big I'm a bit scared of him. Sometimes though we do sleep close together on mama and papa's bed, I know he doesn't want to hurt me, but big black cats are scary to me. He is funny though, he likes to squeeze himself into small places, like the little cat bed in mama and papa's bedroom, it's really more my size, but he has claimed it and he squeezes himself into it, then turns round and round and ends up half hanging out of it. He sleeps in it a lot now when he isn't on the bed. Sometimes Jet and Rappy crawl under the duvet with mama, Rappy curls up in her arm but Jet goes</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-O6kbryDfjxwxoPpWoe3dBctX3J_jdN41wm38-OoU9Gq5G-EKKPWLSR_mdLy4fhvmS9_OQJQ_iZ5U_oXl459W0-23E1joB3Ervk13L1-22zLqKKZTy85GHTbLhoVRpbeTfen2lECOMc/s1600/Jetikins+-+22.11.11+-+120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" hda="true" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-O6kbryDfjxwxoPpWoe3dBctX3J_jdN41wm38-OoU9Gq5G-EKKPWLSR_mdLy4fhvmS9_OQJQ_iZ5U_oXl459W0-23E1joB3Ervk13L1-22zLqKKZTy85GHTbLhoVRpbeTfen2lECOMc/s320/Jetikins+-+22.11.11+-+120.jpg" width="320" /></strong></a><strong> <span style="color: #3d85c6;">right down by her feet and cuddles her legs, sometimes she has to jump out of bed cos she gets cramp and she says it hurts a lot. It's cos he is so heavy, papa says he weighs about twelve and a half pounds, I only weigh about five or six, Rappy is about nine or ten pounds, so I don't want either of them jumping on me, they would squash me flat. </span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Today, Wednesday, is not much better than yesterday, it is very cold and damp outside so we are all staying in again. Mama was very busy yesterday making lots of soup, most of it goes in the freezer, she made Cauliflower and Broccoli soup and Carrot and Coriander too.</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgOKeZGU6TyUjdIPPbezkycSxX3zbZaZazrim264CwR9fZAGLXrms9jk7UtjEexuuJdES1J1Plnx-pjjBy_-bivpC94_B-v7sbJy_NJ3uKa9EkOV1wGpBqr7CxO9hW79DqWx8UjHyIjs/s1600/Rappy+Stretch+-+22.11.11+-+117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong><img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisgOKeZGU6TyUjdIPPbezkycSxX3zbZaZazrim264CwR9fZAGLXrms9jk7UtjEexuuJdES1J1Plnx-pjjBy_-bivpC94_B-v7sbJy_NJ3uKa9EkOV1wGpBqr7CxO9hW79DqWx8UjHyIjs/s320/Rappy+Stretch+-+22.11.11+-+117.jpg" width="320" /></strong></span></a><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>We are going to relax in the bedroom for a while, until mama lights the fire this afternoon.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">The picture opposite is Rappy stretched out like a sausage, he is just asking to have his tummy tickled, sometimes I like to have a tummy rub or tickle, but not so much as he does. Mama even blows raspberries in his tummy, and Jets, but I won't let her blow them in mine.</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiuDTO59BndzvVfoe-LOOymSpL2vEM505OTU5UB5MmGj8_UVoI05K_DlxKtsNYJUFnZ8ZDPxDRYz0NlstGZ2EhSQMzXUd3XVaYlEVWYc4RBid1deGOKHdpA9u8eANlaEeI1RCNzwterM/s1600/Jet+on+mamas+knee+-+109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiuDTO59BndzvVfoe-LOOymSpL2vEM505OTU5UB5MmGj8_UVoI05K_DlxKtsNYJUFnZ8ZDPxDRYz0NlstGZ2EhSQMzXUd3XVaYlEVWYc4RBid1deGOKHdpA9u8eANlaEeI1RCNzwterM/s320/Jet+on+mamas+knee+-+109.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">This morning Jet jumped up on mama's lap when she was sat on the sofa having a cup of tea, so she got papa to bring the camera and she took Jet's photo, he doesn't like the camera, he calls it 'that clickety thing' and you can see him scowling a bit cos she stuck it right in his face. Then she took one of Rappy cos he was sat on the carpet below glaring at Jet. He gets a bit jealous when Jet sits on mama's knee. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Rappy has been busy ratting again, he brings them all home to show mama and papa, I catch mice sometimes, but I eat them.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Mama and papa make a big fuss over all of us though, they love us very much and we are their family now that all their human babies are grown up and gone away. We love them very much too.</span></strong></div><span id="goog_2083890445"></span><span id="goog_2083890446"></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovva4GJsQMLvQTCc1cGRe29U167tRN9EKeinXGhMMtv9Zs0kMykgEXbWrlmOHmvYhMB0ZQ53fdgEPids-13FHojH3RjhnJUJ07phSqwTKunYNxvtwY0m_Kg1f-qczFzMyIFzPElier7M/s1600/Rappy+watching+Jet+-+110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovva4GJsQMLvQTCc1cGRe29U167tRN9EKeinXGhMMtv9Zs0kMykgEXbWrlmOHmvYhMB0ZQ53fdgEPids-13FHojH3RjhnJUJ07phSqwTKunYNxvtwY0m_Kg1f-qczFzMyIFzPElier7M/s320/Rappy+watching+Jet+-+110.jpg" width="320" /></a><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Mama is still knitting those Santa socks for papa, she is almost halfway up the legs now, in spite of Jet, he thinks he is helping her when he jumps on her lap and holds the yarn down. She doesn't get cross with him though cos she says he is cute. 'Cute' - him, hmmph! I could think of something else to call him, but not 'Cute. She is doing the legs in red and white stripes cos that's what papa wanted, he is going to a Bowls match one night in his Santa suit and he will be wearing those socks, and he will have to take his boots off if he plays; I think he will look like a Liverpool football supporter. Mama has to go in her Mistress Holly costume too. I wish we could go and watch the fun when they play.</span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-55998851171136589172011-11-15T10:17:00.000-08:002011-11-15T10:17:27.428-08:00Jetikins Blog<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqH94xOVBKpFWySLJ7K-2XqtaXHW7Kc5eYh7ItiRHtGmlaOnSVRDCn52tKNOKT-8L6EmH5UpJyjxHTxyGp4nrdohmb5Ie1R4idTnIa6OtGS5UcKiWcZLC05cg1O4XF0GKbnh665NJ7Dg/s1600/Jet+191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqH94xOVBKpFWySLJ7K-2XqtaXHW7Kc5eYh7ItiRHtGmlaOnSVRDCn52tKNOKT-8L6EmH5UpJyjxHTxyGp4nrdohmb5Ie1R4idTnIa6OtGS5UcKiWcZLC05cg1O4XF0GKbnh665NJ7Dg/s320/Jet+191.jpg" width="320" /></a><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hello, it is me, Jetikins, and mama says it is my turn to do the blog this week, anyway Rappy is too pooped to do anything right now, he has been really busy lately, he has brought in a rat practically every night for the past week, and several mousies too. Mama says he is probably creating havoc among the local rat families and she is very proud of him. He leaves them for mama and papa to look at, then they get rid of them. I can catch ratties and mousies too but I prefer to stay home and keep warm at nights, so I watch over mama and papa while they sleep. I like to lounge on their bed during the day too, or keep mama company in the computer room. It has been cold and damp all week and mama has had to light the fire to warm the house up.</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihy8i7n-9ueTytrzeNCDJAR_rTri57wRkZ-PLjuQ_mE8g-gmRyJZuDWvnym9kz9HDsfcEO834fWO5Pd71YMPioHhxL8IhESqsq8Va4EXa1X8f84458o8USazwuKQZdo82y41cISVMtHZ0/s1600/Jet+199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihy8i7n-9ueTytrzeNCDJAR_rTri57wRkZ-PLjuQ_mE8g-gmRyJZuDWvnym9kz9HDsfcEO834fWO5Pd71YMPioHhxL8IhESqsq8Va4EXa1X8f84458o8USazwuKQZdo82y41cISVMtHZ0/s320/Jet+199.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Rappy sleeps most of the day so I am lonely without him to play with and Calli won't play with me, I try to make friends with her and roll on my back in front of her and try to look cute so she knows I don't want to hurt her, but she just hisses and spits and says naughty words, then she runs away from me. It makes me sad, I just want to be friends. Mama says she is very shy, and she doesn't much like having that clickety thing pointed at her either so mama has trouble trying to get pictures of her.</span></strong><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></strong> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><img height="77" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihy8i7n-9ueTytrzeNCDJAR_rTri57wRkZ-PLjuQ_mE8g-gmRyJZuDWvnym9kz9HDsfcEO834fWO5Pd71YMPioHhxL8IhESqsq8Va4EXa1X8f84458o8USazwuKQZdo82y41cISVMtHZ0/s320/Jet+199.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 542px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 637px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><img height="77" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihy8i7n-9ueTytrzeNCDJAR_rTri57wRkZ-PLjuQ_mE8g-gmRyJZuDWvnym9kz9HDsfcEO834fWO5Pd71YMPioHhxL8IhESqsq8Va4EXa1X8f84458o8USazwuKQZdo82y41cISVMtHZ0/s320/Jet+199.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 609px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 708px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /> Well I will keep on trying to make friends with Calli, I would love to cuddle her and wash her fur for her like I do with Rappy. He likes it when I wash him.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Mama is knitting papa a pair of a pair of red Santa socks, so I need to go and help her with the wool, sometimes when I am sitting on her lap she tickles me with the knitting needles.</span></strong>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-35141651079031805032011-11-08T03:53:00.000-08:002011-11-08T03:59:57.036-08:00Mama and Papa's Cat-a-strophic week - Cats on Tuesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">It’s me again, Rappy, mama and papa have had a bad week, their car is in the hospital since last Thursday night, it broke down when they were on their way home from Harrogate and they were stuck in a bad place for 2 hours until the RAC man arrived, he couldn’t fix the problem so he had to do a temporary job so they could drive it home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was afraid it would give up the ghost on the way home, 40+ miles on lonely country roads, so he followed them to a garage in Malton where they always have work done, then he brought them home in his van.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was very late when they arrived and me, Jet and Calli were getting worried.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Mama is still not feeling very well, and her camera won’t work, she said it needs new batteries but they can’t get into town cos there is no bus from our village.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So she said I can put up some old pictures of me, Jet and Calli.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Our Calli has several names, Calli-poppet, Calli Patch Pelt, Papa's little Princess and Mama's little Mugwump. Mama say's Mugwump is an Algonquin Indian word meaning Big Chief. But I'm Big Chief here.</strong></span></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-20719354185857291992011-11-02T03:23:00.000-07:002011-11-02T03:31:08.655-07:00Report from Rappy for Cats on Tuesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Hi Fellow Felines,</span></strong><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6nfch2JUeCWrI2dv1Fp04IHaGs0dbF2zH4PMZ64TCmnRVw8vKpc9-GczRrfkyRMjSVRwQhGUi8G9W539CzHkJQOWwIGf-DTUxzoyrcM4M91XsnHXAhmXFRyiAG69Ev_7iOsdb8Wi_1E/s1600/Rappy+on+Mamas+Computer+chair+1+-++109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6nfch2JUeCWrI2dv1Fp04IHaGs0dbF2zH4PMZ64TCmnRVw8vKpc9-GczRrfkyRMjSVRwQhGUi8G9W539CzHkJQOWwIGf-DTUxzoyrcM4M91XsnHXAhmXFRyiAG69Ev_7iOsdb8Wi_1E/s320/Rappy+on+Mamas+Computer+chair+1+-++109.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">We are late getting here again cos Mama was very busy tearing her fur out yesterday trying to do her Random Pics blog, she says the intinet hates her, and blogger hates her. Every time she started work on it the phone would ring and cut her off, then when she got the intinet back it would fall off again and she said it kept wiping out wot she wrote. She was really spittin' fire in the morning.</span></strong><br />
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</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">In the afternoon she and papa left us and went off to a place called York to meet another blog person, Bjorg Nina Anderson, she is one of the teachers and leaders of a party of students from Norway, they were sent off to do sketches of York, and mama, papa and Nina went off into a nice little teashop for a chat over a pot of tea and toasted sandwiches. Nina has a cat too so when she gets back home she may just come to Cats on Tuesday.</span></strong></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Mama and papa then had to drive back and go straight to Thornton-le-Dale as they had an appointment with a friend, when they arrived at his house they found he had had an accident, he fell off a ladder the day before and had dislocated his shoulder and broken several ribs. So it was late when they got back and they were tired out, poor old things.</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Mama checked her other blog in and then found that there were pics showing up in the slide-show she had put up that shouldn't be there cos they were not in the album, but she was too tired to tear any more fur out so she went to bed, Jet and I cuddled up with them all night and this morning when mama came back from the bathroom I jumped into bed under the covers with her for a special cuddle to make her feel better.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">But now, as you can see, I have taken over her computer chair and gave her a very stern look, no more computer for a while, so she is going to climb into the shower and wash her head fur instead. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times;">Hello, my name is Jet, but mama often calls me Jetikins, or panther puss, especially when she gets soppy and starts cuddling me or blowing raspberries in my tummy fur. I don't mind really cos I know she loves me, and so does papa. I don't really like it when she starts following me around with that clickety thing she calls a camera though, she says she's trying to capture me in it, but wot happens then, it's too tiny to hold me?</span></strong><br />
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</div><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">We are late getting this up this week cos mama is not very well, and she ses the intinet is being hard to get along with, and it took her forever just to get her Our World blog to behave. I asked her "wots a blog, does it have a tail?" and she said this is a blog and it's mine this week, so I said ..brrrup!</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>Oh, Rappy told me to tell you all that he caught another rat, not as big as the last one, just a young one. He left it in the living room this time cos mama didn't like it by the bathroom door!</strong></span><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><u>This is an account of the loss of our Temba, written in June 2003 </u></span></strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">TEMBA</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDLp-Cvo5t53MtlYap8LgfRFuONXXWMuy8BpdNZmDNKvvAy45wgQHvn_KWrCrZ56OX1jj68FLNGH1zNr-w6rTB_2GV-tLy-W2oYlUJ2x_OF9oAjVpUEovv9zT8sq6nKdFNN3huIY0i1w/s1600/Temba+in+Window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDLp-Cvo5t53MtlYap8LgfRFuONXXWMuy8BpdNZmDNKvvAy45wgQHvn_KWrCrZ56OX1jj68FLNGH1zNr-w6rTB_2GV-tLy-W2oYlUJ2x_OF9oAjVpUEovv9zT8sq6nKdFNN3huIY0i1w/s320/Temba+in+Window.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I stood gazing out of the window, lost in thought and not really seeing anything. My thoughts were of Temba, my beautiful Temba. Her name is the Zulu word for ‘Hope’. Temba was born in this house fourteen years ago, to our Matriarch Sammy Jo. At about five weeks old Temba and one of her siblings, Tombi (Zulu for ‘Girl’) had become quite ill, I nursed them both and Tombi, being the stronger of the two, seemed to recover very quickly, but Temba’s condition worsened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was dehydrated and I fed her every 20 minutes with a saline solution from an eyedropper, plus I had to make up a special feeding formula for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was so tiny and so weak, I was afraid to leave her for a moment in case she became chilled and gave up the fight.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I found one of Jim’s old woolly socks and turned it so the toe was level with the open end and I placed Temba inside it with her head cradled in the heel section, then I put her inside my jumper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wherever I went, she went too, it was the only way I could be sure she would not get cold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Temba didn’t seem to be rallying at all and one day after giving her some of the saline she went limp and stopped breathing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sat with her in my hands and cried, then I started to massage her little chest and she started to breath again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few days later she slowly started to improve and eventually was restored to full health.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Temba grew into a big beautiful cat, she had long glossy black fur, white mittens, a white bib and white patches around her nose and mouth, long white whiskers and beautiful large amber coloured eyes. Her tail was thick and bushy and was always held upright when she walked. She and Tombi played together with our other cats and kittens, and the rabbits and guinea pigs that we had at the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was such a gentle creature, not a hunter at all, although bees and butterflies intrigued her. When she was still quite young she came home one day with a butterfly she had caught, she was so proud of herself. She was carrying the soft body of the butterfly between her lips and the wings were fluttering all the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we spoke to her softly and told her she was a clever puss she immediately let it go and off it fluttered, unharmed.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLkRBgnIxkKkBCppsH-T0D8lzKQOjZFm8c-p11JuNHKBawJEpaDR2VnL7R0Bcht3ZD1FyVRviipmafcmEkRPjpPn9ZbxqoG_g6-5ATPjkr65-yuaYSMJ33r-RauuTHhYlOvfSwaazqMQ/s1600/Temba+%2526+Jackie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLkRBgnIxkKkBCppsH-T0D8lzKQOjZFm8c-p11JuNHKBawJEpaDR2VnL7R0Bcht3ZD1FyVRviipmafcmEkRPjpPn9ZbxqoG_g6-5ATPjkr65-yuaYSMJ33r-RauuTHhYlOvfSwaazqMQ/s1600/Temba+%2526+Jackie.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Temba loved to be in the garden whenever we were working there, she would go crazy, chasing around, pouncing on imaginary mice and patting at the bees and the butterflies on the flowers. She liked people and would befriend anyone who came to our house and would sit on their laps if they let her. She loved to be made a fuss of and have her tummy tickled or have her coat rubbed up the wrong way, that would send her into ecstasy and she would roll around making funny little chirping noises. Sometimes she would roll onto her back and grab the hand of whoever was tickling her tummy, she would kick with her back feet and pretend to bite our fingers but she never pulled a claw or used her teeth. </span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">As she got older Temba became a home loving cat, she rarely wandered far from the house and could usually be found in our large lower garden when she did go out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She liked to sit in the windows or sleep on the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She wasn’t just an ornament and she knew she was loved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All our cats talk to us and we talk to them and give them a lot of attention, they are members of our family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though we can’t speak their language, we know most of the time what they are trying to say, and they understand us perfectly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I swear though that Sammy Jo has learned some of our words, being the Matriarch and now sixteen years old, she is in full control.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jim is the <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Butler</place></city> and I am the Housekeeper, if she wants to go out she will sit by the door and wait for one of us to open it. She is quite capable of using the see through cat flap but, if we are there, why should she! If one of us doesn’t take the hint, she becomes quite indignant and will sit there, glaring and saying 'out', ‘out!’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is no doubt in my mind that she has learned how to say ‘out.’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of our younger cats have learned from her and are now following her example.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">There is one object in our house that none of the cats like, they react in varying degrees, Sammy Jo tolerates it but the others take off, into another room or upstairs but Temba would bolt for the cat flap as soon as she saw it emerge from its den.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The vacuum cleaner is a menacing machine that threatens to gobble up their bodies if they allow it to get too close to them.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Last Easter Monday I brought the vacuum cleaner out of the cupboard and Temba made a mad dash for the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Normally she would have been back within the hour, usually hiding under the old rabbit hutch outside until she knew it was safe to come back in again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time she didn’t come back in, but it was a really nice warm day so she probably went to lie in the shade of a bush down in the big garden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She didn’t come back at all, she didn’t come in for breakfast next day or the day after.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We searched the gardens, the village and the two roads leading out of the village, nothing. Once, several years ago she had gone ‘walkabout’ and had come back after a ten day absence, maybe she has taken off for a while. Two weeks later she was still missing, I made up posters with her photo on them and we posted them through every door in the village, even the milkman helped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still nothing.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">It is seven weeks now, just a few days ago I was working in the garden and heard a soft little cry beside me, my heart leapt, for a split second I thought it was Temba.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was Tosh from next door, he is a very large, sleek and well muscled black cat and he is a softie just like Temba, he loves attention and, like her, he loves being around us in the garden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He chases the hoe or the rake as we use it or dives into the pile of dried grasses I have just pulled out and tries to bury himself in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tosh’s house doesn’t have a cat flap and if his people don’t see him, he can’t get in, and he has to go out for the night when they go to bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has a cat flap and a box in their shed, but what self-respecting cat wants to share a cold, musty old shed with a bunch of smelly motorcycles and lawnmowers and various other bits of machinery that the boys have brought home from the latest Boot Sale!</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">So Tosh spends a large part of his time in our house, he comes in for breakfast and then settles down on our bed to sleep, with Calli, our youngest cat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is about six years old now, a beautiful Calico, longhaired with a big bushy tail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tosh loves her but she likes to tease and give him a bad time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tosh had a sister and they were inseparable and very playful, but one day she was hit by a car and killed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We believe Tosh was with her when it happened and he saw her die, he was traumatised for a long time and seemed to withdraw into himself, becoming a bit of a loner for a while. Also he didn’t make a sound for well over six months, we paid him a lot of attention whenever he came around to see us but he would disappear for days on end.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One day he came home with an extremely swollen paw so he was taken to the vet and eventually had to have one of his toes amputated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Calli came along he wanted to befriend her, but she was tiny, and to her he must have looked like a huge black monster, panther like. So she was a little afraid of him at first and would hiss and spit at him if he so much as looked in her direction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One day Tosh came into the kitchen and walked up to me to be petted and he spoke his first words since Tish had died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not the usual meow but little chirps and brrrp’s, which is the way all our cats talk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is very talkative now and although he belongs next door, he spends most of his time with our cats and us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A lot of people believe that cats are solitary animals, but ours like the company of their own kind and they are very close and affectionate with each other.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">One of my last memories of Temba is from a couple of days before she disappeared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She often had ‘mad moments’ and she had been lounging on the sofa when she suddenly started to pounce on some imaginary creature that was obviously hiding between the arm and the cushion of the sofa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was leaping about all over the place, her whiskers almost curled around to meet each other and ears pointed forward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then she jumped down and promptly ‘killed’ my shoes, after that she dashed around the room, into the kitchen, back into the room and up the stairs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We could hear her paws pounding around the bedroom, then she charged back down the stairs, breathless and wide-eyed, to settle back down on the sofa! </span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I believe something bad has happened to Temba and that we have lost her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was fit and healthy when she went out that day, and still a playful 14 year old kitten. The worst part is not knowing what happened to her or where she is, was she hurt, did she try to come home? Did she lie injured somewhere, hoping we would come and find her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It breaks my heart when I think about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It also makes me think of the parents who have missing children, how terrible it must be for them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some people would say “well, it’s only a cat,” but whether it is a cat, a dog or a human being, if you love it the pain is the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We miss her very much and I believe our other cats miss her too, they seemed a little subdued, maybe they know something we don’t.</span></strong></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">The night that Temba disappeared we heard dogs barking in the field opposite our back door, and I heard a scream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A farmer used to cut across the field very late at night with his dogs, which are vicious little terriers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We now believe that the dogs caught and killed Temba, and that he disposed of her body, everyone in the village knew we were looking for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">That farmer has since been charged with deliberately shooting, wounding and blinding a show dog, he claimed she was worrying his sheep, known to be a lie because the sheep were several fields away, and she had just popped through a hole in the fences he never fixes to the field which was empty of any stock, and he shot her immediately, straight in the face, chest and flanks then left her to die.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her owner was with her when she darted through the fence from her own garden, and he went to retrieve her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Vet disproved the farmers lies in court and he was fined heavily and has had to pay for her ongoing Veterinary fees.</span></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-59143773592573693472011-10-11T03:23:00.000-07:002011-10-11T05:04:44.040-07:00Cats on Tuesday - A Hectic Week<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>A Hectic Week</strong></span></td></tr>
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">It has been a hectic week for me. An almost last minute request for a Roman costume, tunic, armour and helmet, to be made by Monday night and to be worn first thing Tuesday morning by an adult Roman Centurion at a school assembly. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times;">After shopping around in Malton and York I finally found what I needed, the fabric for the armour being most difficult, but I found some silver oilskin eventually and then got to work. Yesterday I was in panic mode for a while, not sure if I was going to get it finished in time, but I did.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times;">He found the red feather boa I had bought to use in the Centurion's helmet, lying on the table and promptly sat on it, unfortunately I didn't have my camera handy to take a photo of him.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>He has continued to nag me whenever I run off down the road to take photo's. Trying to sneak out when he is not looking is not as easy as I thought, he is ever watchful of his mama. </strong></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib8zlDq_Xsz0B1kZxquHvCVP9n4o73j8QR2k945GnI7IVWn2Q9CR0hxNvG3wAUQqqueLR7ZLs_74rYQ3uYC43y_yHkAl3po7FdC2NIMO24KN3A-t6bby9oGKlqobjs2CsutHgF9elE8WY/s1600/Rappy+-+8.10.11+-++006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib8zlDq_Xsz0B1kZxquHvCVP9n4o73j8QR2k945GnI7IVWn2Q9CR0hxNvG3wAUQqqueLR7ZLs_74rYQ3uYC43y_yHkAl3po7FdC2NIMO24KN3A-t6bby9oGKlqobjs2CsutHgF9elE8WY/s320/Rappy+-+8.10.11+-++006.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Rappy</strong></span> <span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>brought us a special present this week, a rather large rat, he was very proud of himself. I just wish he had not dragged it through the cat flap and brought it all the way upstairs to leave it right in front of the bathroom door on the landing. </strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>We told him he is a very clever boy and a very good hunter, so I am sure it won't be the last one.</strong></span><br />
<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOV0YnE1vKJRvkES38Uf9fW0fSH9AsNqUb8YNGnl9wFfD4LCfHvpbXJdxNtVV8h9FPwOfpkxA0u_vJdkP09ILjgFqhHasTH4c1Vs8rfRe24Tzxg9IMml5rDaa95sUflHpMVe-xIwec6k/s1600/Rappys+Rat+-+6.10.11+-+IM000004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOV0YnE1vKJRvkES38Uf9fW0fSH9AsNqUb8YNGnl9wFfD4LCfHvpbXJdxNtVV8h9FPwOfpkxA0u_vJdkP09ILjgFqhHasTH4c1Vs8rfRe24Tzxg9IMml5rDaa95sUflHpMVe-xIwec6k/s320/Rappys+Rat+-+6.10.11+-+IM000004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Calli is also a very good hunter, a real mouser. She regularly brings a mouse home, and in spite of the fact she is very well fed, she insists on eating her mice. Mouse meat must be very tasty. They never eat the rats though thank goodness. She has been elusive this week, I think she is rather camera shy.</strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times;">And below, the cause of my recent panic.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>The costume will be worn by an adult during the presentation of a Bible story in a school assembly. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>'Open The Book' is popular in a number of schools here and the children really enjoy it, especially when they sometimes get to take part and dress up too.</strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBh6H73QPPujTx6KpHFP7yVEjZCNkDQgwR6Da1umvU-6Milx79GNAU37YwZHZW2voaLymVOgzYkcV0DiZGzwXYLPT-f0TM8pQS-RJEzQTZLUS3GbrfJBX6XHgfu9tOFI8viDc4M9rOSHc/s1600/Roman+helmet+-+10.10.11+-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBh6H73QPPujTx6KpHFP7yVEjZCNkDQgwR6Da1umvU-6Milx79GNAU37YwZHZW2voaLymVOgzYkcV0DiZGzwXYLPT-f0TM8pQS-RJEzQTZLUS3GbrfJBX6XHgfu9tOFI8viDc4M9rOSHc/s200/Roman+helmet+-+10.10.11+-001.jpg" width="150" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETOBbqPwzDqIEx9S1ZyOZgM4wIxclHf7kMBkfO5Y3XK-YqnRxTuSMJoNmmQB4Pv3pUgMA3-eDQLtSUkPOGgrD4JT7C-Fw_5PRsHq-7pnesrSYJXmG73JipJzSusnTmQJn4ak1vqtnnwc/s1600/Roman+Helmet+-+10.10.11+-+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETOBbqPwzDqIEx9S1ZyOZgM4wIxclHf7kMBkfO5Y3XK-YqnRxTuSMJoNmmQB4Pv3pUgMA3-eDQLtSUkPOGgrD4JT7C-Fw_5PRsHq-7pnesrSYJXmG73JipJzSusnTmQJn4ak1vqtnnwc/s320/Roman+Helmet+-+10.10.11+-+003.jpg" width="240" /></strong></span></a><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>P.S. To see some pics of Western Scotland and hear my daughter sing 'Farewell to Tarwathie' - an old whaling folk song - click on the video near top right.</strong></span>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-16082211988003645332011-10-03T13:53:00.000-07:002011-10-03T13:53:30.143-07:00Heat-Wave - Cats on Tuesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>This week the predicted Indian Summer arrived, we had record temperatures for October in the UK, 29.9 Celsius in several places. It takes some getting used to after several weeks of rain, wind and chilly weather.</strong></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5Hc_uxyW66xGtQQOBxrU7QInBMeN-bUvTMfMhVQHYS3aQbHlg3_iDm1uUJdnBroU9ybsu9ot1YeF6K65xosWhdyRfzFhUSCPA61E-PAqNq4x25kyA29idnu6PLszTvbopFTuUVQBriQ/s1600/Rappy+on+our+bed+-+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5Hc_uxyW66xGtQQOBxrU7QInBMeN-bUvTMfMhVQHYS3aQbHlg3_iDm1uUJdnBroU9ybsu9ot1YeF6K65xosWhdyRfzFhUSCPA61E-PAqNq4x25kyA29idnu6PLszTvbopFTuUVQBriQ/s320/Rappy+on+our+bed+-+001.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times;">Calli likes to go out and find herself a hideaway under a shrub, or down in the long grass of the lower garden. Rappy spent most of his time during the day sleeping in our bedroom, and poor Jet didn't like the heat at all, he was quite listless and stayed out of the sun most of the day, he complained a few times and I think he would have liked to be able to take his thick black coat off if he could.</span></strong></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times;">We had some beautiful sunsets and I would run off down the village road to a good spot to take photo's, neither Rappy nor Jet were happy about that, one evening Rappy followed me to the gate to the road and sat watching me walk away, he kept calling me to come back, and when I finally did, he led me down the garden path, continually looking over his shoulder to make sure I was still following, and chuntering at me all the way.</span></strong><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijj68GFH9RrRmBP8KkIjS_LtazOM1pE2LLw3wIJ7pYOpCgD66T9ab1fLb-O-UxNOMLKqkBW34OSrUh0NM6tyeAr0cCT7-L46eLUAmzNPlGzml60IwEyXQP9q3TVgT3Oy3XTvty-SI0Mm4/s1600/Rappy+on+Fence+-+062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="276" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijj68GFH9RrRmBP8KkIjS_LtazOM1pE2LLw3wIJ7pYOpCgD66T9ab1fLb-O-UxNOMLKqkBW34OSrUh0NM6tyeAr0cCT7-L46eLUAmzNPlGzml60IwEyXQP9q3TVgT3Oy3XTvty-SI0Mm4/s320/Rappy+on+Fence+-+062.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times;">Two evenings ago Jet actually followed me down the road, which worried me a little, whenever a car came down the other side of the road he would dash through the hedge then reappear when it was gone; but one came on the nearside and instead of nipping through the hedge he panicked and ran into the road in front of it, fortunately the driver who had just come round a bend was going fairly slow and she was able to stop. Then I picked him up, calmed him and carried him home. In future I will have to sneak out when they are not looking!</span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;">Timmy - May 21st. 1994 to 4th. Nov 2010</span> </td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When Rappy first came to live with us, his given name was Noah, but he had such a rambunctious nature we changed it to Rappy, short for Rapscallion. He had to leave the home of my friend Margaret because he terrorised her Calico cat Haddie. We wondered how our Callie would react to him, as she is Haddie's older sibling. As soon as Rappy saw her, he wanted to play and immediately jumped on her, so there was some spitting and hissing, but Rappy soon turned his attention to Timmy, our ginger and white cat. Timmy wasn't too thrilled about that, being a much older cat, but eventually things settled down and both Callie and Timmy tolerated Rappy's rambunctious antics. When Jet joined the family he and Rappy became firm friends, and that took the pressure off both Timmy and Calli.</span></strong><br />
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<div class="MsoTitle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><strong>That Pesky Little Brat</strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoTitle" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">(Timmy’s Lament)</span></strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Noah, that pesky little brat</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">is always jumping on my back,</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">from behind the door he leaps at me</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">is there no place I can be free?</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">He follows me from place to place</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">forever, always, in my face.</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I think I’ve found a place to hide</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">then he appears at my side.</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">He instigates a boxing bout,</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">one day I’ll give him such a clout.</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">He bites my neck and nips my tail</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">and if I don’t play he starts to wail.</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">They say he is a real cute cat</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">To me he’s that pesky little brat!</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"></span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Jackie S Brooks ©</span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">1st. March 2005</span></span></b></div></div> <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm killing this BIG mouse that Mama made for us</span> </span></div> <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;">I think it is dead already...!</span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRKvxwBvrR8W5Gm_wjQPF-xpmftJWK3OjIjc4gpTV6s0J4r9tJhGma_6JqOmibuIxhV3ODlUejLwejIBzIf8GzoeHuwovSLkn5ICFOrGOSWr5vOWh6PTWdyHPYPBd3KYh0dqUPeLsDEY/s1600/Rappys+mouse-21.09.11+-+080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="351" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRKvxwBvrR8W5Gm_wjQPF-xpmftJWK3OjIjc4gpTV6s0J4r9tJhGma_6JqOmibuIxhV3ODlUejLwejIBzIf8GzoeHuwovSLkn5ICFOrGOSWr5vOWh6PTWdyHPYPBd3KYh0dqUPeLsDEY/s400/Rappys+mouse-21.09.11+-+080.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"> It might just come back to life....!</span></div><br />
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</div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-48584488429862637702011-09-19T12:43:00.000-07:002011-09-19T12:43:04.754-07:00SammyJo and Calli - Matriarchs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLm2gGLfghFRTmBPxtFC9lMpr889iMdj4cEHR_O2mtZ7m26vR2WLH-0xV2Cxe9Z0ptGENa2YS7La0VxhQaaT7QhDN1csYjDQkoLYI_WlX0Nsq4dSlr0eCz5KIXfcGyotswRWsAI_2hTU/s1600/Cats+on+Tuesday+Banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLm2gGLfghFRTmBPxtFC9lMpr889iMdj4cEHR_O2mtZ7m26vR2WLH-0xV2Cxe9Z0ptGENa2YS7La0VxhQaaT7QhDN1csYjDQkoLYI_WlX0Nsq4dSlr0eCz5KIXfcGyotswRWsAI_2hTU/s1600/Cats+on+Tuesday+Banner.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>SammyJo and Calli - Matriarchs</strong></span></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">SammyJo was our first Matriarch, one day in June 1987 I had just come out of hospital after having surgery and was laying on the sofa feeling very groggy, when my husband announced he was going out for a bike ride...! When he got back an hour or so later, he looked like a sack tied in the middle, the belt of his jacket pulled really tight. Then he put his hand inside his jacket and pulled out a tiny bundle of fur...SammyJo, she was just six weeks old, a tiny tortoiseshell kitten with huge worried eyes. </span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnb4Oq_nNyIemgvkH91hJQZlWlQm-5ZW-k9JgDuR0xRd1eq-m_j5XVxUrD1kqVJcENtza1Tdr7VkR-UI2QGe2kerg5ZtJ_k6YXNITvMVvsXHiglKE_ateAIGhUXV4PIp3DzGIDPdJ7oOQ/s1600/SammyJo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnb4Oq_nNyIemgvkH91hJQZlWlQm-5ZW-k9JgDuR0xRd1eq-m_j5XVxUrD1kqVJcENtza1Tdr7VkR-UI2QGe2kerg5ZtJ_k6YXNITvMVvsXHiglKE_ateAIGhUXV4PIp3DzGIDPdJ7oOQ/s320/SammyJo.jpg" width="320" /></a><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
We still had Caruso then, and he just loved her to bits and would cuddle her, she would protest with tiny high pitched squeals and try to run away and hide under the Welsh Dresser. After we lost Caruso, we had other cats join our family and SammyJo was always 'The Boss.' She was a beautiful cat with a lovely nature, and we often called her 'velvet paws.' She finally died on July 23rd 2010 at the grand old age of 23 years, 2 months and 9 days.</span></strong></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCAldyIJuW-p0hVPe9GnWfWT9VJj5uoKkzFQ_wuv5ruBAvSwF0MzBWzAJPxgwOcGxanzT7_9xgmr-50cX4rJAvMcxCHIEVPzElx0ej-yCKgHdRCDT3g_B5PkL9q5FpHIjin6iC-ZRIsY/s1600/Sammy+Jo+%2526+Tabitha.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCAldyIJuW-p0hVPe9GnWfWT9VJj5uoKkzFQ_wuv5ruBAvSwF0MzBWzAJPxgwOcGxanzT7_9xgmr-50cX4rJAvMcxCHIEVPzElx0ej-yCKgHdRCDT3g_B5PkL9q5FpHIjin6iC-ZRIsY/s320/Sammy+Jo+%2526+Tabitha.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">SammyJo with kitten Tabitha</span></strong></div><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1M8SfrtcysBQggNujPa6LlJaY0EQhue9_9f3x1XWtRLrycb988IZmqx-Bpqqtsih42WPORjmzm62KYgcmX0TmnZYu2mhRd2SPV76yN8gmaYdXER-aBBFXXeitVWCdxZU87w_6Ae6ByU/s1600/Calli+and+Tosh.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1M8SfrtcysBQggNujPa6LlJaY0EQhue9_9f3x1XWtRLrycb988IZmqx-Bpqqtsih42WPORjmzm62KYgcmX0TmnZYu2mhRd2SPV76yN8gmaYdXER-aBBFXXeitVWCdxZU87w_6Ae6ByU/s320/Calli+and+Tosh.bmp" width="165" /></a><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times;">When Calli came to live with us she was also a tiny frightened little kitten, she was born out in the fields to feral parents. Calli is a beautiful long-haired Calico, now aged 12 years. She has inherited the title of Matriarch from SammyJo. SammyJo was quite a bossy cat, but Calli is rather shy and timid, especially around strangers.</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Calli's first admirer was Tosh, seen here sitting under her chair when she was just 3 months old, but Calli never returned his affection, she seems to be a little afraid of black cats. Tosh died last year, and Jet, also a big black cat, who moved in with us about four years ago, also admires her, but she spurns his attempts to make friends, she is not quite so unfriendly with him as she used to be though.</strong></span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhwtFWrLd4rD1ggHqJgv5KT8hY2gbGHc4vmycH8yt4b0kzAn4EhizFUVat1MqVv5uXH2kmq-8tK1Gc096tBDQeK4OiIdX5jHnPuGRwc87295knPKobW3yogrHsva_FjvQIjoOdpc7d4mk/s1600/Calli+on+sofa+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><img border="0" height="250" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhwtFWrLd4rD1ggHqJgv5KT8hY2gbGHc4vmycH8yt4b0kzAn4EhizFUVat1MqVv5uXH2kmq-8tK1Gc096tBDQeK4OiIdX5jHnPuGRwc87295knPKobW3yogrHsva_FjvQIjoOdpc7d4mk/s320/Calli+on+sofa+023.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times;"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Calli’s Friend!</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Last night Calli woke me</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">with her soft chortles and chirps,</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">With a friend on the landing</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">she canoodles and flirts,</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Whispering sweet nothings </span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">in some poor mousie’s ear,</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">She only wants a playmate</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">but he trembles with fear.</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Be brave little mousie</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">make a dash across the floor,</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">You can hide in our bedroom</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">behind the closet door,</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Then in the morning</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">while Calli’s fast asleep,</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I’ll set you free again</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">just be sure not to squeak!</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Jackie S Brooks (c)</span> </span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: xx-small;"><strong>21<sup>st</sup> August 2004</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: navy;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">“I WANT”! </span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;"><em>(SammyJo's Lament)</em></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">She’s as mad as a Hatter</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Her eye’s spittin’ fire</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">As she stands here</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Just screaming at me.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">“I want to go <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">OUT!</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I want to go <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">PLAY</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">In the garden</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">NOT</span></i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"> tomorrow, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">TODAY!</i></span></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">You just sit here all day</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">On that wretched machine</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I’m neglected, forgotten</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Do you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">HEAR</i> what I say.</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I want <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">YOU</i> to come too</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Give <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ME</i> some of your <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">TIME!</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Pay attention to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ME,</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">FORGET </span></i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;">about rhyme.</span></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I want to go play,</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">It’s a nice sunny day</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">And if you don’t come too</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">WILL</i> phone the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">RSPCA!</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I’ll tell them you neglect me</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">How you treat me so mean,</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">That you love your computer</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Much more than you love <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ME!</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">If you don’t come out <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">NOW</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I might run <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">AWAY,</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">And you won’t see me</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Till the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">END</i> of today!</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Come play in the grass,</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">I’ll roly-poly for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">YOU!</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Just for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">YOUR</i> enjoyment</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">(and mine too!!)</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">You can make me a necklace</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Of a pretty daisy chain,</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">And I promise to wear it</span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Until I lose it <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">AGAIN!!”</i></span></strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>Jackie S Brooks (c)</strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><strong><date day="4" month="8" w:st="on" year="2003"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="color: #0b5394;">4 August 2003</span></span></date><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Scruff LET"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div></span></span></span> </span>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-25896091869192516712011-09-13T04:47:00.000-07:002011-09-13T06:04:16.397-07:00Cats on Tuesday - Trixie, Our Special Mom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>It happened to be the middle of summer and she was wearing open toed sandals, no stockings, that is when Trixie made her big mistake, while the lady was drinking the cup of tea we had given her, Trixie settled down at her feet and started to wash them! When Trixie washed feet, she washed them really well, soles and uppers and special attention to toes, her soft little pink tongue worked its way between those toes and woe betide anyone who tried to move. She would pin that foot down with her paw and lick all the harder. This did not go down well at all with the lady, it wasn’t just that she was ticklish, she could not bear anyone or anything to touch her feet, poor woman! So Pepper went off to a new home and Trixie stayed with us and we decided to keep her.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6l5NarlVikKlUoFq126eD4E4kGTCjsKr0rSG97xpx-LWEF1gk1gy_bNR_kZBYVH4YoOXMajhvgLhMoZg9mPMHRb6-1zz1ilRklGBCIB9uknbUTptTF0_g0XNmZADm32Zg0_ilkCDNpA/s1600/docu0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6l5NarlVikKlUoFq126eD4E4kGTCjsKr0rSG97xpx-LWEF1gk1gy_bNR_kZBYVH4YoOXMajhvgLhMoZg9mPMHRb6-1zz1ilRklGBCIB9uknbUTptTF0_g0XNmZADm32Zg0_ilkCDNpA/s320/docu0004.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>All cats have their own individual personalities and Trixie was no exception. To a visitor she probably appeared a bit unfriendly, she wasn’t one to jump up on a stranger’s lap and start purring. She kept herself aloof and often appeared to be a bit of a grump. She could scowl and look daggers when she wanted to, and if she wasn’t in the mood to play or be picked up she would growl. She never scratched or bit however, it was all for show. She was, in fact, a real softie. <br />
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It soon became evident that she could not have kittens of her own and she was never spayed. Generally we let our cats have one litter at least before spaying. Trixie never produced a litter but she desperately wanted babies of her own, we didn’t realise just how much, until one of our other cats had a litter.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Walking up from the garden one day, I saw Trixie acting rather furtively, I watched her look both ways with head bent low before running off and crawling under a neighbours garden shed. I thought something had scared her but when I went into the house and looked in on the kittens, I found the mother, Temba, was missing and so were two of the babies. I knew instantly that somehow, Trixie was involved. I went to the shed and tried to look underneath, since one side was only six inches or so above the path beside it, I had great difficulty and could not see a thing. I got a torch and tried again, one pair of eyes caught in the beam! The other side of the shed was level with the ground, as it is on a slight slope, I went round to the front and listened, sure enough I could hear Trixie ‘talking’ and kittens answering with little squeaks. Now what!<br />
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I was worried, when Temba came back from answering her call of nature, she would be frantic, and the kittens need regular feeding, they were only days old. Jim was away that day so I went next door to get help from my neighbour’s husband Teb. Teb and three young sons came to the shed and listened, yes, definitely two kittens under there and no way of getting to them. Trixie had carried them to the other side of the shed, where it was closest to the ground and that was up against the fence! So the next step was informing the neighbour on the other side that she had two kit-napped kittens under her shed. She gave us permission to pull up the floorboards which Teb promptly did, the gap under the floor joists was deeper than we expected and the only one who could reach back into the gap was Teb’s youngest son. He managed to get to the kittens and gently pulled them out and gave them to me.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DvHXx7f8h57Z2vZEY9jtgGKlxlAKwTksvOQ_pfHL4p3EKTRujaXJR_7zWyJFAOgrm4oivS5gMXQUwuh9O6Wc_5VLiqgDUtHnkVnIXfxNrMaKs9AnA3YUIEQkr7wB6bJ_cA7BjQI2bVA/s1600/docu0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="230" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DvHXx7f8h57Z2vZEY9jtgGKlxlAKwTksvOQ_pfHL4p3EKTRujaXJR_7zWyJFAOgrm4oivS5gMXQUwuh9O6Wc_5VLiqgDUtHnkVnIXfxNrMaKs9AnA3YUIEQkr7wB6bJ_cA7BjQI2bVA/s320/docu0003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>I took the kitten’s home with a furious Trixie following me and meowing piteously. Their basket was in the living room and I knew if I left them there Trixie would probably do it again, so I put the kittens back with their litter-mates and took the basket upstairs to my bedroom, locking Trixie downstairs. When I came down she tried to get upstairs but I shut the door to the hallway so she couldn’t. Then she really started to wail and clawed at the door, she showed no signs of giving up. Finally I decided to let her go up to the kittens and keep her locked up there with them.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>From that moment she and Temba took it in turns to look after them, the mother had no objections to Trixie at all. The most amazing thing was that Trixie actually developed milk and fed them too. We told our veterinary surgeon about it and he said it was quite common for this to happen. We had no more problems with Trixie trying to remove them elsewhere so after a few days she was allowed to come and go as normal.</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1jDxYh9stRg7bu6Ro7E3JdbHUzFY2_oSkKmDOptOMafEPTWolIzLeU19OF34h0nVtxAoyeBH8PtGFittKbYM3nfBxPzZcdlN0KUp1j_htxXk-2MA6XBsBmnAM21l8IVzC1WafRnFcQk/s1600/docu0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><img border="0" height="227" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1jDxYh9stRg7bu6Ro7E3JdbHUzFY2_oSkKmDOptOMafEPTWolIzLeU19OF34h0nVtxAoyeBH8PtGFittKbYM3nfBxPzZcdlN0KUp1j_htxXk-2MA6XBsBmnAM21l8IVzC1WafRnFcQk/s320/docu0005.jpg" width="320" /></strong></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>From that time on, whenever we had a new kitten come into the house we would present it to Trixie. The kitten would normally cringe a little, not knowing what to expect but that didn’t last long. Trixie would pin it down with one paw, pull it towards her with the other and start giving it a bath. She would give a soft growl, probably meaning "kid, you stink" if it protested and then she would wash it until it was sopping wet. By the time she had finished with it, the kitten was lucky to have any fur left, but by then it was usually quite happy for her to continue ‘mothering’ it. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>She developed a real bond of affection with several kittens that joined our family and it was a bond that did not break when they became adolescents, as would normally happen. The most notable one being Tiggy. Tiggy was one of Tiger Lily’s babies but he became Trixie’s instead. When he disappeared at the age of 15 months, we searched everywhere for him. He had been to the vet that day with an infected paw and had been given anti-biotics, he had gone out in the evening to answer a call of nature and never came back. The morning after he disappeared, a huge grain truck had left the farm opposite and I often wondered if he had somehow climbed into it in his confused state, he was a little groggy from the anti-biotics, I should never have let him go out. I was heart broken, he was my special friend. Just the day before, as I had been walking across the living room, Tiggy had walked towards me, I bent down to stroke him and as I spoke to him, he stood on his hind legs, reached up with his paws and put one either side of my face and ‘kissed’ me.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Trixie searched for him too, inside the house, every time we opened a cupboard or a drawer, she was there searching. I'm pretty sure she searched all their favourite haunts outside too. She would look at us accusingly, as if to say "Well, where is he, what have you done with him?" Finally she realised he was not coming back and she went into a serious decline, she moped and refused to eat, getting thinner and thinner. After a couple of months of this, in desperation, we got her another kitten. At first she growled and grumped, scaring the poor little thing half to death, then she pinned it down and started washing it. Slowly she recovered from her loss of Tiggy, but she never forgot him.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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One evening eighteen months later Jim and I heard the cat flap being moved very quietly, I went into the kitchen, no one there, so I opened the door. There was a big ginger cat on the footpath looking back at me nervously, he turned and ran. I knew it was Tiggy, he was much bigger now and looked a bit scruffy, it was obvious he was living rough. I told Jim, "I’m sure it is Tiggy." We set up a mirror in the kitchen so that if he came in again we would be able to see him without moving from our seats and scaring him. Sure enough, he came back. After a while he realised we were not going to hurt him and he would sit a short distance away from us. It was definitely him, we identified all his markings from a photo, but, he had a dent on one side of his head. We came to the conclusion that he had either been hit by a vehicle of some kind or had been kicked by a cow, he appeared to have suffered partial memory loss, maybe some brain damage. Anyway, he knew the house, he knew he could get food and most of all, he knew Trixie and she knew him. He followed her around like a little puppy, by this time she was not well, we didn’t realise at the time but she had Leukaemia. Tiggy’s reappearance lasted about three months. During the last three weeks of Trixie’s life, she spent most of her time lying in the shade in our lower garden, I would feed her on little bits of chicken, she was becoming very weak and we would have to carry her very gently home at night. She had a constant companion in Tiggy, he was always close to her, only moving away when we approached. She finally died in my arms and we buried her beside one of her ‘babies’ Kiska, who had been killed by a speeding car. From that day on we never saw Tiggy ever again. The complete story of Trixie can be found here:<a href="http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewshortstory.asp?id=9708">Trixie-The Kitnapper!</a></strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><img height="51" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTw_f0-6rBKKI-hQVLnnM30BqtQ-_uicuocEe3KyzUPdI-g__bBi9hYK_ugGtUJThWiGgfMNHVzOI52FjXx9TpQBMUeRhVNEUE-k15Z6nZxMWFfbh_rZlgVy4MeeSH3kfzkV1ywheN4DA/s320/docu0002.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 548px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 533px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-33527576451368325182011-09-06T12:27:00.000-07:002011-09-06T12:30:58.794-07:00Cats on Tuesday - Jet<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qexPO9TksRN5ErNNPmn1KPIt-LlrBvHxZzRrL9lDZ-n7j-Btremw6uXQqXGzLIrolxRdSRIErZEEWfPfH2vCaK4hsJeaBBsmrjR8mykSRLBc5R18_UIuBsDSIym9Ln8C-diZiv7mu5E/s1600-h/on+the+loo-1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391735209550977874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qexPO9TksRN5ErNNPmn1KPIt-LlrBvHxZzRrL9lDZ-n7j-Btremw6uXQqXGzLIrolxRdSRIErZEEWfPfH2vCaK4hsJeaBBsmrjR8mykSRLBc5R18_UIuBsDSIym9Ln8C-diZiv7mu5E/s200/on+the+loo-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 147px; width: 99px;" /></a></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Jet came to us just over four years ago, he turned up on the wall dividing our yard from our next door neighbours late one evening. I heard him crying and went out to see who it was. He looked so miserable, he was so thin his ribs were showing quite plainly. I spoke to him softly and he didn't run away although he looked a little uncertain. I took him some munchies and he fairly gobbled them up, he was obviously extremely hungry</span></strong>, <span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>so then I gave him a saucer full of canned cat food and a saucer of milk, and that all disappeared too.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Over the next few weeks both Barbara, my neighbour, and I fed him every day. Barbara's two female cats were not impressed with this black cat who they apparently felt was trying to usurp their authority, and they would not let him into their house, although Barbara was willing to take him in.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVPuQrIMozdT5hG7Y-25kHYB5ijo3hs9cR-c2ZnrnLgENQJMInghKl9MZJoGH9e7UPZ2_uDvHHIdn7Y_8MrVuI0VCm0BU8wKnXMDrxCLQlqGrsPJkjRFiOUx26yyjHAaLEyleWaeCjzY/s1600/JetonDesk.989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVPuQrIMozdT5hG7Y-25kHYB5ijo3hs9cR-c2ZnrnLgENQJMInghKl9MZJoGH9e7UPZ2_uDvHHIdn7Y_8MrVuI0VCm0BU8wKnXMDrxCLQlqGrsPJkjRFiOUx26yyjHAaLEyleWaeCjzY/s320/JetonDesk.989.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Jet and Rappy seemed to know each other already and we are pretty certain Rappy persuaded Jet that he would find a home here, so eventually he moved in. He and Rappy get along really well, they are best buddies and almost inseparable.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We don't know where Jet came from, but we guessed he was about the same age as Rappy at the time he arrived, around four years old, and we think he may have lost his pet person, because he is such a soft natured, friendly cat. I can't imagine that anyone would just abandon him, he is such a loving cat.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYj9Qgvzuf1gybrG-lPb23zVSJZ-0wBpVEYlnqL3y8QupJo9Ylv-J4cODXmfvT7yo_qP7X6ePkLYOwIYlZutjXapT8vWi_8L19I1rbPg3ZqNYJMLXYBUykk3G_WzQWr1jToC8HtsS6Z8/s1600/100_1013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYj9Qgvzuf1gybrG-lPb23zVSJZ-0wBpVEYlnqL3y8QupJo9Ylv-J4cODXmfvT7yo_qP7X6ePkLYOwIYlZutjXapT8vWi_8L19I1rbPg3ZqNYJMLXYBUykk3G_WzQWr1jToC8HtsS6Z8/s320/100_1013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Jet and Rappy are nearly eight years old now, still best buddies, still wrestling and playing together every day, and Jet just loves to wash Rappy, which Rappy enjoys immensely. Jet is no longer thin, he is a big, muscular panther of a cat, with a beautiful sleek glossy black coat, he is so big we had to buy a larger door flap, for large cats and small dogs! He also is addicted to Dreamies cat treats, and as well as pointing he also adopts the 'broken paw' routine when he wants some. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He loves to lie and sleep on his back, and sometimes crawls under the duvet and cuddles my legs! In this </span></strong></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl_kS-4v_yUQsAWFHp37XtyZv2wYo411pMpfU8k8evapPA8EmYKleZ6iJnr0I6eAOSGT8hSgN7v7EbcXks1Sux5EFFafRMHxXUEdYtyWI4RRhYU7vrtx9Z1T0nPRquM1ZaToOZMV5xJk/s1600/IM000997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl_kS-4v_yUQsAWFHp37XtyZv2wYo411pMpfU8k8evapPA8EmYKleZ6iJnr0I6eAOSGT8hSgN7v7EbcXks1Sux5EFFafRMHxXUEdYtyWI4RRhYU7vrtx9Z1T0nPRquM1ZaToOZMV5xJk/s320/IM000997.JPG" width="320" /></a><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">photo I was about to take a photo </span></strong></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">of the socks I had just finished </span></strong></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">knitting, but he decided my legs</span></strong></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">made a good cat basket!</span></strong></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Jettikins, my big panther puss is here to stay. He often comes to the garden gate to meet us when he hears our car coming up the road. Neither he and Rappy like it when we go out, they are quite possessive with both of us.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QEyRpMsL3HqhT6ott65elXVKrB1kgHvdZvOE71PGYGShBJuxKsvLpopuoJM3GOOeGwfBp5d9fjxbTcGB-pO8XVIUjxRoCQ7797BiApF9WjHzMVZTcivShdsKgzs6AjNMsPEvBZyWP-Q/s1600/RappyandJet.179-6.09.11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QEyRpMsL3HqhT6ott65elXVKrB1kgHvdZvOE71PGYGShBJuxKsvLpopuoJM3GOOeGwfBp5d9fjxbTcGB-pO8XVIUjxRoCQ7797BiApF9WjHzMVZTcivShdsKgzs6AjNMsPEvBZyWP-Q/s320/RappyandJet.179-6.09.11.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-76829826090224370832011-09-02T06:21:00.000-07:002011-09-02T06:21:38.485-07:00My Chuchee Face!<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Rappy, short for Rapscallion, which means rascal, rogue and scamp. He is all of those things, a lovable, mischievous, loving companion. He has other names too, like mommy's boy, peekyboo boy, and chuchee face. Rappy loves to snuggle up on my lap, and cuddle up with me in bed, when I am sick he never leaves my side. He talks to me and I think he thinks I understand every single word he meows, I know he understands everything we say. </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Just last night I heard him call and expected him to come charging upstairs, I was in the computer room, but he didn't, even though I had answered him. He called again so I went to the top of the stairs and looked down; he was sitting at the foot and just called again. So down I went, usually when he does something like that it is because he has brought me a present, or wants me to go down the garden to play. But this time he led me into the kitchen, sat down and pointedly looked up at the counter where the box of Dreamies sit. So he got his 'fix.' </span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Rappy is a very playful puss,</strong></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">even though he is nearly eight years old, he is still a</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">kitten at heart. He loves to play with us, and wrestle with his best buddy Jet, they are almost inseparable</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong> <strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">now since Jet came to live with us four years ago. Rappy was born on a farm and was given to my friend Margaret by her brother. Unfortunately Margaret's calico cat Hadassa didn't take to Noah, as Margaret had called him, he was too rambunctious for Haddie, she is of a rather nervous disposition, so Noah Rappy came to live with us, and Haddie's older sibling Calli soon got used to him, they often rub noses together now.</span></strong></span></strong><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Rappy (and Jet) are always fascinated and frustrated with the antics of the Housemartins and Swallows that live in nests beneath the eaves. Rappy loves to stretch up and 'talk' to them through the window as they fly back and forth, and I'm sure the birds love to torment him and Jet. They have a favourite toy, a mouse made of red print fabric with a yellow feather tail, they have 'killed' three of them so far, of all the toys they have, I have never seen them drool over one as much as they have over this red mouse. I badly need to find another one just like it in time for Christmas.</strong></span></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Next time, Jet's story.</span></strong><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Jackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08299642687237208558noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062764010709309111.post-61421043277008191912011-08-30T16:21:00.000-07:002011-09-26T10:43:22.126-07:00<div align="center"> </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><strong><span style="color: blue;">he died of cancer last year</span>.</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><strong>Jet is also nearly 8, he came to us 4 years ago as a starving cat, he and Rappy are best buddies, and we believe Rappy told him that he would find a good home with us.</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><strong>Calli is now our matriarch, she is twelve years old, she was very ill recently but we loved her back to health.</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><strong>Rappy is Mommy's boy, and also her supervisor. He has to tell her when it's time for bed, otherwise she would be on that computer all night long..!</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><strong>Jet loves to lie and sleep on his back, </strong></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><strong>Six months in quarantine when we reached </strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: blue; font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"> making a 400 mile round trip from Yorkshire</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">to pick up some chicken for him</span>.</span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup_TV788ERgDPv7N1BLvWDJF7hBIg_S2kchLLvog-xOj7pBp1K6v7faWmekX3kMsr8KQJZ7MOFH2dzCIaGBI3aMUco4li8W1jdx1NXNh2EN-lGoTES6axSuquwKtHDI1f8sMK5n-ySR8/s1600/Caruso+looking+thru+open+staircase-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="color: blue;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup_TV788ERgDPv7N1BLvWDJF7hBIg_S2kchLLvog-xOj7pBp1K6v7faWmekX3kMsr8KQJZ7MOFH2dzCIaGBI3aMUco4li8W1jdx1NXNh2EN-lGoTES6axSuquwKtHDI1f8sMK5n-ySR8/s400/Caruso+looking+thru+open+staircase-1.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /></span></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;">I love this photo of</span><span style="color: blue;"> him peering through the open staircase.</span></span></strong></span></td></tr>
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