Cat and Mouse

Or the continuing adventures of Marmalade since his arrival on the doorstep with that cute "make me Your pet" look all over his face.
Things had be getting along fairly well, requesting toast, sausage and cream although he had to dissuaded from putting his paw into the gas fire a few times as for some strange reason when it's on background with just small area lit with no flames coming through the slots, he's insistent upon 'exploring' it.
Last Saturday through he really took the cake as he insisted on going out after our evening meal an not being litter trained, it was felt he was better to get outstanding business dealt with before coming in for a few hours.
Except he insisted on coming back in after just a few minutes which would of been fine but for it being pitch black outside and he dashed straight into the main living room without asking for food and then 'it' happened.
Sat, staring at a certain music site on the laptop, I thought I saw him trying to be sick. Then I saw something sticking out of his mouth and at the exact moment I was about to shout "Help, Marmalade's sick" the jaws opened and something came out scampering.
It was a brown field mouse, on the prowl to hysterical screams of one family member and another practically psychotic  one shouting out orders between screaming nasty words  with much up and down arm waving rejecting an offer of asking the neighbours help catch this mouse.
Eventually the cat found it and having dropped it near  the rear wall, I was able to use the end of the sweeper to push it curling style to the corner where it could be removed.

Pet life

Sorry for the delay folks, it's just that I've been a bit busy this week and suffering from a bad neck with associated head pains

Marmalade's being continuing in his attempts to becoming a de facto pet  spending several hours a day indoors after copious amounts of food are place on his saucer.
Indeed on Friday he lay on top of me across my lower torso for an hour while I was resting!
In other news, during the road closures here along the stretch into town,  it was found upon removing the surfaces a great big hole from subsidence had been getting bigger so they've got to fill it in resulting in one way working on a brief stretch.

Ginger spice

There are things you might choose to do and those that just seem to happen without any real thinking about on your part.

When the old cat, the last of a kept litter of three died earlier in the year, the assumption was that as far as having a pet goes, that habit, going back to the earliest days of childhood was over.
True, in the last year we had one cat call on in from time to time looking for food but apart from a brief stroking of the fur, wasn't much into petting and indeed could growl.
Recently though a Ginger and White tomcat has arrived, disappeared in mysterious circumstances for a week and then returned who's wormed his way into being a pet of sorts.
Ginger, has some comical habits like standing on two paws and either banging or scraping his paws against either the back door or front window whenever he wants food or amazingly wants to come in for a half hour or so.
He's so funny!

Still missing her

As a number of you know, I lost Moomin April 14 waking up that morning to find her to find her flat out in liquid on the kitchen floor first thing. The day had began pretty regular, getting out of bed, visiting the rest room and getting to the living room door. I guess I should of  realized something was up as I was greeted by a 'eeking' sound from the male cat sounding like he'd been doing it for a long time, it was so pitiful.
After a few minutes I'd wondered where she could be as even if he'd been chasing her overnight she'd soon emerge from the dining room or maybe behind the dryer so it was only when I went to investigate I made this distressing discovery whereupon when |I put my hand on her, she was stone cold, so I cleaned her up moved her on at a blanket before cleaning up and waiting for the vets to open to take her there as it's just around 12KM's away.
I'll be quite upfront here and say I've been struggling as each day I find fresh things that remind me of her and have been spacing out.
The picture was one I took a few years back of her resting by the Microwave where if you went near it, she'd say "Can I have some warm food please" or rush in when she heard the pings to say it had finished cooking say a lamb pie.
Thanks everyone for your support that day.