Cat Mother Ages

#cats (singin') rising and shining!

Simon's Cats

Radiator's on


Cat Mother has just been introduced to Simon's Cats

http://www.simonscat.com/

Totally awesome!

Central heating goes on and it's time to get cosy

Molly


Bingo and Bongo

love

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Snuggles and Cuddles

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#catpresents someone's feet will b unhappy this morning

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About Molly

Molly has the softest fur and is Lilac Siamese.

Her nicknames are varied including:

1. Snow Lilac (it was queen but it didn't quite sit right)

2. Miss Pretty

3. Hello Beautiful (we share some nick names)

4. Hello gorgeous.

5. Hello little one

6. Hello my little girl

7. Hello boo boo (yogi bear stylee)






Without a doubt she is the smallest.

She has the softest fur.






She is the cleaner amongst the 3 of us often cleaning us when her own body is exhausted. She can barely sit still w/o lickin' something!

She has the best purr and it comes so easily to her, kinda like a dove cooing softly at 200 bpm.





She eats the most and she's always 1st to dinner.... Hell...sometimes I wait until she's finished b4 I butt in and sometimes I can b too late!

She has the best tail. It's so different from the rest of her. What's that about?






When it comes to other cats, she ain't so friendly often chasing after any that come into the garden albeit they might be twice her size. For some reason she ain't 2 keen on Marmite from next door but cat mother loves him so that ain't a good move.






She can b pretty mean and if it takes her fancy she'll go for either Bongo or myself.

She likes being held the least. Sure u can pick her up but within about 5 seconds she starts wiggling and woggling away just desperate to escape.

She likes being stroked and loves being brushed.






The odd toy she develops a penchant for she cud just as easily rip to pieces.






She is the only cat who plays fetch, the wetter and soggier the better.

She also has what we cats call human paw syndrome and what I mean is that if she wants something she pats ur arm like a human being. Don't know where she got that from! Fir instance, f u don't throw something and she wants u too she'll pat ur arm hoping u will.

She loves dragging her toys through the water bowl and immersing them in the food bowls. Seems like the wetter the food, the more chance of some poor sorry ass toy getting dunked. Eweeegh! She even presents said items to cat mother upon occasion, much to her disgust. (I've seen cat mother sneak these things in the bin when she thinks nocat is looking).






She loves hair bands.





Molly loves plastic







She's the most homely of the 3 of us and rarely strays far.






The fleas are attracted to her in a way that just doesn't seem to happen with us seal points and with that lovely white fur u can spot 'em a mile off if cat mother forgets to "spot" her once a month. The stuff comes from the vet and we get neck dropped every month in summer and every 2 in winter.





Last visit to the vet showed that her back teeth ain't so good with the gums being slightly red and raw. Cat mama got some stuff for it but it made Molly sick. Believe it or not cat mother is thinking about brushing her sorry teeth!






Right now she is sporting a lovely pink sparkly collar






She has the biggest swimming pool blue eyes and cat mother just loves it when Molly gives her "the stare".






I wudn't say she is as delicate and agile on her feet but she's a cat and by default dainty and graceful. She does well enuf.

She likes lying on cat mother as opposed to being embedded by her so she'll happily rest on a limb as opposed to nesting in the gap formed when she crosses her legs which I rather like.

She also likes going under and into things so the igloo bed works well and when cat mother is watching tv which usually happens under a blanket, Molly can b found there too.





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Bingo and Bongo

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Bongo and Molly

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Cat mother gets broody

The breeder of Molly has just sent through an update for her website and guess what? Cat mother has gone all goo goo ga ga.

Not worried!

There's no way we can squeeze another one in...

http://www.ishibee-siamese.co.uk/kittens.php




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Bingo does it again...

I get to sneak a little update in here as cat mama is so mad!

She was out on a social...got back late...is walking along the high street with the purple trolley when she hears a jingling of bells, my bells to be precise running off into the darkness of a car park behind a certain clothes shop. I didn't realise and she stopped, purposefully in her tracks and caught the site of the best cat bottom in her world (her words).

She thinks, "what the hell is Bingo doing along the High Street on the other side of the road?"



She called my name and I wanted to go to her and eventually I did, whining and crying...As I approached the lights and the noise seemed loud and bright respectively and I just didn't think I cud do it.

I trusted her and I let her grab me for about 5 seconds but when we turned onto that high street, me in one arm, bucket bag on her left shoulder, dragging a full purple trolley...and the noise and the lights and then the people... I bolted back into the safety and darkness of the car park.



I was disoriented! I wasn't thinking straight...I just didn't know what to do. I wanted to follow...

In such situations cat mother imagines she is in an air plane and taking heed of the safety notices: sort urself out and then u're in a position to help others.

She rushed home, dumped the baggage, fed the cats, went to the bathroom, grabbed a cat basket and was back out on the high street b4 u cud day Jack Robinson...thrice...



I'd moved by then a few doors down nearer to home and behind a locked grill. She heard my bells and between u and me I was just pooh-ing my fur, figuratively speaking, and I think she got that.

Calmly, she put the box down and opened it on the other side of the locked grill door and spoke to me in her nicest "cat mama loves u" voice.



I knew I had to trust her again but it was hard! I slowly made my way to her "crying". I ain't ashamed to admit it. I wriggled on the floor and she didn't reach out for me and stress me out...she just waited until I came to her...all the way...and then she gently nabbed me, put me in the cat basket, and locked it shut before raising me and the basket in her arms and took me home gently speaking to the whole time.

I gotta go now. Cat mother is feelin' better and can sleep now. She'll sort the corrections out tomorrow and mayb put a photo or two in there?

Bongo and I r off out anyways

Peace...

Bingo




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Bongo gets his Freedom Pass

(Still on that Southern drawl thang. Cat mother is still lovin' Five USA's "Justified")

Cat mother has also reminded us that this blog is essentially about our lives...there are other places for what's going on with her and she hates duplication of effort unless it's for different reasons (thinks Thank Q letters)



Anyhow, onto the fish of it. Thankfully and I can't say it's happened a moment too soon.... cat mother has finally seen the light and it cud b as early as tonight that Magnificat Bongo goes out! Amen! He's been driving us crazy! He's been given out tell tale signs for a few days now that cage life ain't for him. Can't say I blame him. Personally not sure I'd stand for it for as long as he has...

In fairness to cat mama?

1.Well he did stray for 10 days on the 10th July which by my reckoning is almost a month ago.

2. He did come back as cat mama was returning from holiday, what?...that must have been the 20th June so that was just over 2 weeks ago?

3. He came back a ferrell cat and snarled at Molly (cat mama's little girl - not good!) and wasn't very pleasant to me.

4. Cat mother missed her snuggles with Magnificat Bongo.

5.Truth is, he needed bedding down. To b re-domesticated, if u like, in a way that was conducive to us all livin' together. Not sayin' we're a pushover but somehow this seems to come easier to Molly and me. Life ain't so complicated the way I c it...ok it might help if we do a bit of the old Puss-in-Boots thang (#Shrek3D) but to be honest...seems to come quite natural. We like being spoilt and cat nother likes to spoil us. It ain't so hard....



I think back to the stories she tells us of our youth, (technically I'm 21 now) and how we came to live together and b adopted by her. We know she ain't our real cat mother. It's okay.

She'd go round telling everyone who wud listen she had royalty comin' and the place had to b just right. There are beds in every room and in the lounge...?... why we are just plum spoilt for choice. If cat mama is joining us in the garden we got sun beds in the shade and in the sun and if it gets too hot hell we've even got our own parasol, albeit purple. Cat mama has reached that age where purple rocks (plus it reminds her of Clare Bear). She knows I don't always eat what Molly eats and that Bongo eats pretty much anything....anyway...



I digress. Bongo sees life a little differently, it seems to me. At first, he's over cat mother like a rash and if we manage to get near her and share he's just so BIG (Molly and I weigh less than he does) that there's just no way of escaping silver birch boy. Not that we want him going anywhere u understand. Fact is...somehow he is the ma(i)-cat of the house. When he strays there is a big empty space left behind and the only way I can describe it is like this.

Cat mother once knew a person who was full of presence and who spent 2 or 3 days a week at our place. This person began taking over the wardrobe, the kitchen, the bathroom and as time progressed, in some ways home was less ours. The choice of tv was different and it became default background. We rarely listened to the radio. Cat mama did little social networking or indeed any kind of socialising. The garden was a mess. Quality of life and well-being didn't exist. What I'm saying is...

Without this strong presence around cat mama's life has changed, in this case, for the better and greater good. When Bongo strays the opposite is true and it takes a while to get back on track and work out our new routines. Course this bein' the 2nd time, I think we've all accepted that this is what Bongo does. No need to stress about it.



So back to Bongo's Freedom pass and the signs he's been giving out? He's restless and has starting marking and this is something cat mama cannot abide. The good thing is I usually get the blame but now I'm deferring to the natural order and Bongo is leader...and besides she's seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears. He don't do nothin' quietly! Packin' too much is why. Pacin'! You'd think we had 10 ton Tessee around when he moves.



Cat mama spoke to colleagues and may try and get a tracker to put on his collar. I'm not sure what good that will do but least she'll feel better.

Think I'd better have a re-read...make sure every thing is in order.

I got more to say but I'm bushed

Peace

Bi


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Bongo's wound

It's granulating. It was the size of a large Cheshire cat smile...now it's the size of a penny, 6 months and 3 (procedures) operations later



Bit dark but u can just see it under his front left forearm



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Even cats need shade

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Day 11 (singin') Re-United and it Feels So Good

Magnificat Bongo


2010-06-21 Summer Solstice

Cat mother got the text message from upstairs neighbour Adam on her way to the airport in Tenereif at around 17:30 on Day 10.

The message said briefly that Bongo had turned up on their balcony. Adam went down to the flat and called him from there. Bongo climbed in through the cat flap at which point Adam blocked the cat flap so he couldn't get out. Phew!

Cat mother arrived home 1st on Day 11 having slept over night at MMS in London. She had been to the dentist, had a filling and still managed to get the early train home. She notified Pets to the Vets in case they wanted to bring us home earlier but we got home at 13:00 as had been previously arranged.



Well...the only way cat mother can describe it is that Bongo is craven and probably gone ferral! There was no wet food in the house. He looks darker somehow. Still big but when she picks him up he is half the size. He was extremely thirsty and ate his biscuits, craving hugs and head strokes more than anything. He stretched and writhed on the cat blankets and sang his way round the flat. He isn't allowed out at the moment and he's not best pleased with this. Grounded I think is the phrase cat mother used! Worse! He went for Molly and though cat mother loves him there is just no way any cat can attack her little girl so he's back in the cage.

Typically cat mother is out on a social and she let Bongo out for about 20 minutes before she left. Molly and I rushed to cuddle round him and offer friendship. He's unsure, I think, more of Molly than me.



Clearly a week is a long time in cat world. Cat mother can't believe she's got to get him acclimatised...again...

Anyway...he's back in the cage now. Not sure about the sleeping arrangements...let's c

Bingo


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