Catching Up

Categories: cat-comments, life-in-general

Date: 04 February 2010 15:30:26

I wrote a letter to mum last week and ran out of news to tell her halfway down the first page! The most exciting thing was that I had cooked oxtail for the first time ever - and it was quite nice! It's practically the same here...not much to say.

save that we had an enjoyable weekend, sharing cakes and tobogganing with friends. I didn't do much of the sliding down hills. I think I'm too much of a wimp. It was all a bit fast for me, going down the hill on a bit of plastic sheeting. And I felt so ungainly! Everyone else seemed to manage with great aplomb; meanwhile I slip and slide like a newly born giraffe on sheet ice. All I could do was laugh at myself loudly before anyone else did. Still, the cakes and hot chocolate afterwards was convivial.

I meant to take the camera but, yet again (heavy sigh directed at self) I forgot to take it with me.

I am longing for a new cat. Pomme is very much Mr D's cat. She'll sometimes come and sit on me, but not very often. I feel very left out!!! I've looked on t'internet for cats, but Mr D says he's dubious about getting a cat over the internet (?!) So we're waiting for friends' cats to become pregnant. I've looked at adopting from a refuge, but the cost, quite frankly, is prohibitive. I know that the SPA needs to cover costs, and also need to ensure the cats are vaccinated/ neutered etc - but over 100€ to adopt?! You must be joking! The most recent update is that Martine's cat (who, quite frankly, sounds a bit of a slut!!!) has been inviting friends into the garage. (That's really what she said!) So we keep fingers crossed that she may be pregnant.

I must remember that no cat can ever be like Pumpkin was. We think she must have had at least a little Maine Coon in her. One description of behaviour ( Common behavior is they will follow you around, they will sit at your feet, will come to greet you (whenever you’ve been out), they will fetch and retrieve if trained, they will also carry favorite objects such as a toy stick in the mouth and drop it at your feet. Like a dog, it is usual for the Maine Coon to stretch up on its back legs resting its front paws above the waist to demand a stroke from the owners.) is so like Pumpkin to be as though the author had seen her. Pictures also bear this out. The black-and-white cats in this picture look like I imagine an older Pumpkin would have looked. I cannot - and must not- expect the New Kitty to be like Pumpkin was. New Kitty may not even like me!!!

Meanwhile I have taken to feeding the "Poor Cats" at the Post Office. These are the stray cats who, in this freezing weather, must be struggling to find something to eat. I cook up pasta and mix it with cheap cat food (and Pomme's rejected food) and some cream cheese. I take it at the same time each evening, calling "Minou! Minou!" (French for "Puss!") They are starting to wait for me. Most of them are too scared to come near, but one is starting to sniff my fingers, but races away if I move suddenly. There's one big ginger fellow who is too fat and glossy and friendly to be a true Poor Cat. I think he's a greedy house cat. If I remember I'll take a photo or two of them to post.