Cat Caves

"We Loves Them!"

Lucibelle

I t'ink I bein' stalked

(by Anna just cos she got a new clicker box!)

Our Winter Ways

 Balanchine Checks The Changing Skies.

Last week the rain was swept away and She began to sneeze and sniffle and didn't have much time to pat us.

Today there's chill snowy wind on a bright winter's day.

At nights we gather around the wood fire, gazing into the castles and landscapes of dreams while she watches Red Dwarf.

The days are very short and the nights long.

Anna brought some Cat Caves. We shy ones like them very much. Lucibelle and Baby climb inside together and Zorro loves his.

Outside we curl up on the back verandah so that our fur isn't fluffed by wind.

Tabs has caught two rats and even if they are very nice, She seems to throw them into the bin.

Strange.

Sylvio's Mystery

We all welcome a delicious day like this. She even skips a bit, arms wide, heart singing. All of the little felines are a-hunting, whisker-quivering, they raise the left front paw and move inside through wide open doors. They tease the inside doors to investigate all the biscuit bowls for stray biscuits, they check the hallway to see if there's something in the can to scoop before the can is binned. The block of wood is still wedged against the fridge door, but it's worth a try because the fridge is a most delectable place for one Zorro, even if he got stuck inside for a good ten minutes once during kittentime. She has recently placed a bigger block of wood against the fridge door and phooey, it won't move, but what's this in the kitchen corner?  It's a cupboard ajar, a cupboard with the big big pack of biscuits. Lucibelle helps Zorro, but then there's something of more interest, the busy buzzing of a blowfly at the kitchen window above the sink. (The Blowfly is the surest sign of Springtime!)  Crash goes a plate and everyone flees.  Cautiously they come back.  The cupboard door is closed, the plate swept up, the finger is shaken, Naughty, NAUGHTY!! And they all run off to chase the butterflies except for Stanley who settles on the verandah in order to closely watch the street.  She is cooking again, but clumsy after her illness spills some food on the track suit pants which are rinsed and hung on the line still dripping. Sylvio is entranced.  (He loves water, he tastes it and teases it and wets his ears and paws with it and he's the only cat who danced around in last week's warm rain, enjoying wetness.)  They have all accompanied She to the clothes line in next door's yard and they run up and down the loquat tree and do some chasing, when Sylvio discovers that water is dripping from above.He wriggles his ears, he licks the drops, then he sets off to examine every inch of lawn to see if dripping water comes from above anywhere else. It's very confusing sometimes for a cat who knows what he likes.

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