Peregrine Falcon
Hoping for drier days
My youngest son was pulling my cat round the sitting room on my other sons school bag this morning. The idiot thing just sat there enjoying the ride. Anyone else's moggy content to do daft things?
I have two daft cats
(The saddest thing in my world right now is that it seems my sweet, gentle, funny, goofy TK may be leaving us far too soon. Waiting for Liverpool to send results from a biopsy in the next 48 hours. Can't bear it really: of the 4 darling animals - 2 horses, 2 cats - I was proud to love and care for this time last year, she'd be the 3rd of the 4 to leave in just 12 months ... and all far to early for their ages.)
I have two daft cats The younger one (Pads: pure Bengal and certifiably crazy) loves to play 'fetch' for as many hours as you have in the day, wakes me at Sparrows' by leaping onto the top of the bedroom door then, letting gravity take over, crashes to Earth ... (Gawd knows how the floorboards haven't got 3 inch dents in them ... I'm sure the reverberations register on the Richter Scale). She is chatty to the point of verbal harassment and is as demanding as a Despot but 86 times as charming.
And the older Bengal-X (TK) has already spent many goofy, joyful years being ... er ... 'different'. She loves her bottom being patted while she lies on her side and hacks the stair carpet: she giggles with purrs. She loves her armpits being tickled. She loves to sit on a chair at the table every Saturday morning, waiting to share the smoked salmon treat that is the Saturday Household Breakfast ... As a kitten and until about 6 years old, she orbited the house at a height of 3 feet for much of the day.
She loves diving under blankets and 'helping' to make the bed. She spent her formative years waking me with the birdies by prodding me on the nose to tell me that breakfast should be served and these days, stands on my chest to achieve the same result: it's quite hard to breathe with a stone of cat on your diaphragm
They spend every night tucked up under the blanket on top of my duvet; one behind my knees and one in front of my stomach, like two furry but immovable, purring breeze-blocks.
They are stupid and daft and crafty and clever and I love 'em to bits - they bring total joy to my life.
(The saddest thing in my world right now is that it seems my sweet, gentle, funny, goofy TK may be leaving us far too soon. Waiting for Liverpool to send results from a biopsy in the next 48 hours. Can't bear it really: of the 4 darling animals - 2 horses, 2 cats - I was proud to love and care for this time last year, she'd be the 3rd of the 4 to leave in just 12 months ... and all far to early for their ages.)
Thank you, both. Just had the news that it's not good. After the few years I've had with losing parents, friends and my darling animals, it's just crap.
So sorry, PF - didn't mean to hijack your thread about stupid daft cats! x
Hey, I don't mind, I'm not precious about my threads.
I am very sorry that the news wasn't good. Sending you hugs. X
Thanks, NinjaPony. She had a bad night and started to have difficulty swallowing ... so she's gone to sleep in the stars.
Night night, my darling Poppet ...
Thanks, NinjaPony. She had a bad night and started to have difficulty swallowing ... so she's gone to sleep in the stars.
Night night, my darling Poppet ...
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For a fat cat she's quite agile!
I'm very sorry about this x