The colder weather this week has seen the retirn of the nocturnal visits of cat pillow. Evie has been wondering why her dreams have featured a lot of purring…
This particular box is enjoying it’s retirement being a des res for Gruff and Arnie. Neither are happy sharing but neither will be the one to get out first.
Both Arnie and Bonnie come from animal shelters.
Arnie was handed in because his owner’s child had developed an allergy to him and could no longer keep him.
Bonnie had been on quite a journey from Ireland before we had the luck of finding her.
Both live with children, both get on (after a lot of bribery with sausages) with each other and both are utter sweethearts.
So please, whatever you do, give those rag-tag animals in shelters a try, they won’t ever disappoint you, I promise.
Nothing to do?
Just drop to the floor and sprawl. You know it makes sense…
The smell of it fresh from the oven is too much for some of the smaller feline members of our family. The larger ones who carve it, can’t help themselves either…(sorry I ate all the skin again).
This is approximately ten seconds after new cushion was placed on our sofa. This is now Arnie’s cushion.
Saw Arnie playing with something in the corner of the dining room this evening. Thought it was a big spider and turned away but then the image of what was actually…
mouth, hit me!
Mouse, after being dropped and picked up by my lovely feline, was still alive albeit a bit dazed.
Mouse was very small, so I scooped him up with one hand and then promptly remembered how one bit me like this a few years ago.
Mouse experienced air travel up the garden before any more harm was done.
Oh yes, we love anything fluffy, cute and cuddly in our house! Enjoy!
Bonnie is a rescue dog, she still isn’t brilliant at being left so I try to keep leaving her to a minimum.
Some days I have to go out without her, she has her open crate to curl up in and often, if she’s lucky, Arnie will snooze in the computer chair in the same room.
If they talked, I wonder what they would say to each other?
Probably not much, Arnie isn’t talkative…
A great, big, fluffy intruder slunk his way onto our roof tonight. He was really friendly and very, very fluffy (much to Evie’s delight).
So I decided to open the window to pat him and forgot I had a cat too…
Big, fluffy intruder cat is now cowering in our next door neighbours garden and Arnie is back to snoozing on Evie’s bed.