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Cat News?

My wee pal Daryl passed away a couple of weeks ago... Got him as a stray kitten. He was 20, loved food and sunbathing.
Will miss my wee chum.
Gone but never forgotten.
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My wee pal Daryl passed away a couple of weeks ago... Got him as a stray kitten. He was 20, loved food and sunbathing.
Will miss my wee chum.
Gone but never forgotten.
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My condolences. Our recent loss still hits hard.

Our new boy Charlie (full name Bonnie Prince Charlie) is coming along nicely. He has just recovered from his neuter surgery and has retained most of his energy. Still an indoor-only cat but I will introduce him to the barn soon. He is such a a snuggle bunny that I think he will primarily be a house cat.

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Thanks folks.
Yes, Daryl was a house cat too, which was probably for the best as I live in the centre of a city on a busy road. I think he had a good life and may have actually been older, as we were unsure of his age when we first adopted him...
Aye, hopefully see him in the next world.
 
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when I was around 13 years old one of my brothers insisted we take a kitten off his schoolfriend as they had several.

So we got this kitten with huge head and paws but spindly legs and body. It soon became obvious he was a tom and my mother wanted him fixed.

My brothers and I appealed to our father and he ruled the cat would remain a tom. So he grew into this enormous cat with huge shoulder muscles. I don't think I've ever seen a bigger cat. A visiting American colleague of my father's once saw the tom prowling around the garden and expressed surprise that we had bobcats in England.

There was a cat door so he could come and go as he pleased. Sometimes for as much as two weeks. He'd come back covered in scars from fighting, scoff a whole tin of food and about half a pint of milk, and then go to sleep on top of the boiler. He was affectionate, but you couldn't muck him about and the only person he deferred to was my father.

Anyway one day there is a stray cat crying in the bushes at the end of the garden. He looked in very poor shape. I asked my mother if I could bring him in but she said no, we already had a cat.

Half an hour or so later in comes our tom cat with this other cat right behind him. I put down his food but he just stood there while the other cat eat it. Once it had finished it wandered off into the living room and curled up on a chair.

My mother returned and was not happy that I'd brought him in. I told her it was nothing to do with me, our cat had brought him in. Happily I had witnesses.

He got named Smudge, soon recovered to full health, and had a happy ten years or so. Ironically, my mother was his favourite.

The two cats got on except first thing in the morning, before they were fed, when they would go up on their haunches and box at each other. Hilarious to watch.
Love that story!
 
when I was around 13 years old one of my brothers insisted we take a kitten off his schoolfriend as they had several.

So we got this kitten with huge head and paws but spindly legs and body. It soon became obvious he was a tom and my mother wanted him fixed.

My brothers and I appealed to our father and he ruled the cat would remain a tom. So he grew into this enormous cat with huge shoulder muscles. I don't think I've ever seen a bigger cat. A visiting American colleague of my father's once saw the tom prowling around the garden and expressed surprise that we had bobcats in England.

There was a cat door so he could come and go as he pleased. Sometimes for as much as two weeks. He'd come back covered in scars from fighting, scoff a whole tin of food and about half a pint of milk, and then go to sleep on top of the boiler. He was affectionate, but you couldn't muck him about and the only person he deferred to was my father.

Anyway one day there is a stray cat crying in the bushes at the end of the garden. He looked in very poor shape. I asked my mother if I could bring him in but she said no, we already had a cat.

Half an hour or so later in comes our tom cat with this other cat right behind him. I put down his food but he just stood there while the other cat eat it. Once it had finished it wandered off into the living room and curled up on a chair.

My mother returned and was not happy that I'd brought him in. I told her it was nothing to do with me, our cat had brought him in. Happily I had witnesses.

He got named Smudge, soon recovered to full health, and had a happy ten years or so. Ironically, my mother was his favourite.

The two cats got on except first thing in the morning, before they were fed, when they would go up on their haunches and box at each other. Hilarious to watch.
You'd probably have found they were playing in reality - my two used to chase each other up and down the stairs occasionally (my Lord I miss them so much).

Our little neighbour Oreo (if you know the biccies named such you'll know ;) - her shy sister Hershey is similarly coloured to the chocolate of that name) is a regular visitor to the garden and our kitchen. She'll always have a good 'fussy' with me but this morning wouldn't leave my wife alone, jumping on her lap, knitting furiously and despite a quiet purr, even half-deaf old me could hear it this morning. I'd love another feline or two to live with us, but Oreo more than makes up for it and seems to like us. Once she's had enough, she's off for a stroll back down the garden path and back home for a snooze.

We dry our washing outside as often as we can and have holes with spikes in the back lawn for up to three airers, or one airer placed depending where the sun is. To stop the grass growing too much over them in winter, my better half puts a suitable length of dowel in each, topped off with a bright yellow 'cap' as used in plant 'stakes' so we can see them. 'Somebody' likes to hook their naughty little paws around them and lift them out, one of them ending up with a detached cap sitting upside down in the bottom of the hole. She took HUGE interest in our attempts to fish this cap out earlier today and even tried to help... (dumb animals indeed - do leave off, she knew EXACTLY what we were doing :D).
 
My condolences. Our recent loss still hits hard.

Our new boy Charlie (full name Bonnie Prince Charlie) is coming along nicely. He has just recovered from his neuter surgery and has retained most of his energy. Still an indoor-only cat but I will introduce him to the barn soon. He is such a a snuggle bunny that I think he will primarily be a house cat.

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I remember one of my two, (His Royal) Titchpuss my soul brother, was a visitor to my pad for the first few years of life before we took him and mukka Ollie on as 'ours' (actually I/we were theirs but I digress). Titch got to six months old and began to swagger. Always affectionate towards me, he ruled the neighbourhood even at that age. Anyway, he disappeared for a few days and next he came a'calling, a certain part of his anatomy wasn't there any more. He lost a bit of the swagger, but he really did rule his manor and defended it, often noisily and nearly had an eye scratched out on one occasion, which was a great excuse to snuggle on our bed and receive lots of sympathy and even more fuss as he healed.. He and I could almost share concept/thoughts without words - those of you with close bonds to pets will understand I think. Little Ollie (Dumpling) just stared at us in total bewilderment most of the time until he was much older, but was a loving little soul as long as his 'biccie bowl' was full :D
 
Here's some of the latest news on cats that I could find:
It's from May 24, 2000, but still seems generally relevant.;)
 
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18 pounds of fur and love. Run over in the alley 3 years ago. No more outside cats. New cats are indoor units only. Too heartbreaking to find your bestie flattened.
Beautiful puss. Looks just like our late Cookie's brother Cream who was sadly struck and killed by the roadside (poor lady driver was totally distraught) at the tender age of 1. Unlike his sister, he was spicey and could not be contained. Our new boy will likely only be allowed outside under supervision and with a harness and lead which he is slowly getting used to.
 
Bear sleeping on mini chair

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Magic
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Sooty meets Ginger , Ginger followed me so invited in and fed Ginger , Sooty not at all impressed

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I love the Simon's Cat cartoons :)

My two had a plan come five in the morning... Titch would jump on the bedside table and gently pat my nose with a paw. He'd then jump on me and knit my chest until I got up, purring gently and gazing into my eyes. After he'd passed, little Ollie would also bat my nose, this time with CLAWS so I'd wake up quickly! I'd let him out and prepare his breccie and snooze on the sofa until the outside light came on to signal his readiness to come in (3/4 hour usually). He'd come in aiming directly for his food bowl (NOBODY got in the way of him and his biccie bowl!!! :D) I'd be back in bed for a couple of hours and he'd then pad upstairs and snuggle up between my (deliberately sprawled) legs. Once herself and I had risen, we'd have to make the royal bed with suitably placed cushions in front of the pillows to leave a space between them so the 'day shift' could curl up for his morning snoozie at least until lunch time.

Our neighbours cat Oreo has discovered that the two of us have nice warm laps to warm cold paws and hands to love, fuss and warm cold ears. We're done for I tell ye, done for :D She doesn't stay long, but is dangerously close to falling asleep on said laps and we don't want her to become too comfortable here for obvious reasons. Currently when she's had her fill, off she goes back down the garden path which is now part of her 'manor,' with tail in the air and stares up into next door's huge holly tree, where feral pigeons are currently eating all the berries off it (never any holly berries left by Christmas sadly). next door neighbour told us she had a pigeon a few months back and had to clear up the mess and remains of the carcass (as you do)...
 
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