Princess

This girl is a cat of cats.

She is proud.

When she lived in Melbourne, and her owners brought a dog to the place, she went underground.

When there was bullying which spread to Catland, she went bush and stayed away from food and water in a dry violent cold autumn time. Back then, She who began this blog after all those events, found Princess, noticing the little comical white nose & gorgeous colours at the back of the house up lane while doing Bush Regeneration work.

That was when Her old world fell apart which is Some Story. It was at that time Princess came to stay with Her and was a comfort indeed as worlds became more isolated.

Somewhere there are photo's of Princess as a kitten. She's being cuddled by my niece, a kitten herself back then and now a young woman on the edge of a career and many possibilities.

The miouw of Princess is hoarse and coarse, and still she loves it when folks stop and talk to her.

My sister works with old folks and she says that Princess sounds like an old lady these days, but Princess doesn't care. Warmth and love and care and gentleness are all that she deserves and finds.

She sleeps in the bathroom, it's easier to clean and whenever anyone goes to the loo, that way she can creep upon a lap.

Princess Ariel still spends some time on the front verandah on sunny days and she goes to the front fence to speak to her many friends when they call her name.

Me, I'm trying to remember the Princess age, she must be close to twenty recently.

When these wintery days are too cold or too windy, our Princess will stay in our warm bathroom on her little electric blanket. It's true that she'll have a bit of a throwup sometimes and so fresh towels must be constantly supplied but who cares? This gal is a miracle of survival.

It's more difficult for her to clean herself, her tongue isn't so raspy as it was when she was a younger cat and so she has a special brush. Her bright fur is still glossy.

She definately needs her cuddles every day.

When she goes to the verandah in recent times, she understands at last that not all cats will attack her.

When she lived Up Bush, She was being attacked and His cat also attacked Princess. It was a place of dire luck

These days, Princess finds her spot on the Verandah. Stanley, Sylvio, Ballanchine, Grace and Tabs all establish their own individual spots on our wide verandah and none of them attack her, our Princess, our old one. Some times Princess will hiss at them and say a bad word or so and the younger cats will retreat a little. They know she won't attack them.

We have a peaceful home.

However the cold can get to the old bones and the wind is sometimes uncomfortable and sometimes Princess stays inside and lets She change the towels and the poo box and then she scratches on her branch brought inside and yawns a bit, & she rests her old bones and dreams dreams which cause her to purr.

So many people love this old cat.

Cat Caves

"We Loves Them!"

Sylvio

"Me talk to a dog? That's a Laugh!!!"

So Roscoe is taking his burly old dog Mouse for a walk and he sees Sylvio watching the world from the front verandah.

Well Sylvio loves it when people say Tcch Tcch Tcch to him because it's Sylvio talk for

"Someone wants to pat me."

Sylvio likes Roscoe ever since the first tummy rub during kitten time.

So Sylvio goes to the fence for a pat.

It's a matter of head butt, head butt, head butt, cos Sylvio likes to help the patting process....

And this goes on for some time with a lot of writhing, with appreciative little mrrr's and many purrs and Sylvio is near to getting the very best patting and petting of the day when suddenly he happens to looks down.

There is Big Dog Mouse, patiently sitting and waiting for the rest of his walk.

So Purrs and Mrrrs and ecstatic slithering go right off the menu, the fur goes fluffy and what follows language-wise is the worst that ever Mouse has heard.

It's best to get on with walking they decide, as Sylvio retreats (all fluffed up).

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.

this and that

She has struggled with the scanner.

So many photos and so much to describe.

A Publisher interested in the novel & Time Travel is involved.

Ah yes, life has been comfortable.

She walks through a most beautiful place noting beauty, light, high ceilings, and all is satisfaction to the greatest degree.

The little ones know that they are beloved.

She herself was able to love but love from human people was rarely true except from the little whiskery ones who are not treacherous who may be selfish but they are true.

All of our little ones are inside, but restless Tabs after sleeping inside all day couldn't stand to be inside tonight at full moon time.

 We brought a rat to she this morning.

Me (she), am not takin' too many pictures just lately. 

This novel well I'm drawing pictures in my mind of the ideals that destroyed my entire life.

I never was a cynic once but at some stage you have to learn to laugh when everything goes stupid.

I got some fire wood. My little friends sit spell bound behind the fire guard.

We  are warm for now but where will we go after a few decades of treachery are drawing to a climax?

catchings

Apologies for the gap here.

There were further threats to Our Place.

The voices shift all the time.

We all appreciate those who stay in touch with us.

We have decided to begin to advertise on Face Book, since She is inept on the computer still.

There is some interest in Stan & Grace, but who ever applies, they better be good!!!

important things

We live in a place where loud machines zoom over head and where the roads are dangerous. 

We have trees and spaces outside. 

 Inside is a large space, and places for each of us to snooze,

places away from rain and wind where 

the two legged kind to admire and love us.

She was sad and worried tonight.

We gathered around her. Our life is simple.

We like to have our biscuits in the morning times, the biscuits who live in a big box.

We eat we eat, we munch. Stanley and Balanchine go into the box to eat voluptuously.

Then, in early morning, the door is opened and we run outside into the weather.

If it is light, we run into light. If it rains, we live on the back verandah and sometimes in the laundry..

We have the roof to play upon. 

(If it's windy, we argue sometimes. That Grace, she thinks she's better than us.)

We have a big yard too.

Some of us hide inside. Usually Lucibelle, Stanley and Baby.

She feels she has to clean our wee's and sometimes she gets cross.

We have to mark our places.

Then She gets smelly things which she says are cleaning things.

We fight this and she still feeds us and she cleans our trays.

We like to go inside when the sun goes down. We eat our food, sometimes from a tin.

Sometimes there is fish. Sometimes fresh chicken.

We like fresh food. It makes us growl like the tigers we are.

We sat on her lap tonight and purred.

Easter and Rebirth

Stan says:

We almost ran out of fud.

Then lovely Anna came by. She brought cans and fresh fud with her!

She spends all her time here with Princess mostly.

We knew she'd been by, we had chicken wings.

She sez  there's no money yet, she sez & She sez she doesn't want to get even more used to that.

But She gets lonely and She goes over the road to have some laughs with Roscoe and Markey and Tom and Glen and Herman The German and then She comes home in a good mood because they are fine people and they like Us.

We purr and we swish around and we say how much we like She and the Fud she brings.

On what She said was Good Friday, She brought a Seafud Tray, that's what They call it.

There was oysters She said. She offered us one. it was stickey and She didn't mind to eat the rest of them.

She puts oyster shells outside where she hopes we will not pee, but Princess pees anywhere she likes and then She yells that She lost the Valerian and the Tansey and She's finding the Calendula to be sat upon. 

What's that, we ask?

We are cats, we are necessary.

What we miss is Catnip. That Aphex found Catnip really something and then it was all gone.

Aphex has gone and so did catnip even before Aphex left us behind.

We got some new neighbours.

This week and before this week, she cried, she even had some of those smokes she gave up.

It was all right tonight, we got a lot of new food as well as cans.

Pork chops, She said and we said, All Right.

There is chocolate in this house She says and She likes that.

She says:

Things are getting stretched and the simple life gets more complicated all the time.

My paper work is still confused but at last I found the novel I began in 1994.

Hard copy, Bondi dreams.

Worked on it all last week, cats made no appearance in that novel yet.

The Princess was a youngster living in Melbourne in those days.  

Ah, our little friends, the little personalities who share our lives....

I'm glad I have these whiskery friends around right now.

They are so much more charming, more honest and sincere that most people are.

So many Easter pomes I wrote back then, it was always an intense time.

Last week I walked up the road for milk for tea.

I stopt at the pub to read the newspaper over a glass of water.

I came back home preparing to Blog again, it's our new challenge here in this old place with its vast old garden and orchard.

I re-live the instant of being on the wrong side of the road.

A speeding car, a horrid crunch, a beloved small shitzu in my arms who I pick up crying.

My  blue blazer, my clean clothes all pee'd upon. I leave my rucksack.

Maggi across the road who's already been through more grief than I can comprehend rushes toward me. 

The vet I don't like is across the road.

"Take him to the vet!" I say, quickly.

He's in Maggi's arms. I ring Anna who advises that I wash more than my hands when something so awful has happened.

I grab the Rescue Remedy and I run to Maggi's place to say O, is the little lively whiskery face who peeked out from under the fence and ran into the pub to talk to Roscoe who all animals love, I asked, is he OK?

It was his first birthday only three days previous and he's gone.

That night, I kept waking up with a little one in my arms who couldn't understand that he'd passed away.

Roscoe is a spiritualist, he has traced the pathways of his lost pets previous to all this.

I was sceptical about all this except that some of Roscoe's insights have had strong resonances with my situations in terms of his understandings.

The little prancing light hearted one I finally awoke feeling sure that he found his happy hunting ground.

After a very disturbed night, and a peaceful resolution, I asked Roscoe if I should tell Maggi that I think her little one is at peace and he said no, she doesn't believe that.

I gave her the Bach remedy, the Rescue Remedy and she did calm down, she's back on cigarettes and I admit that I had one or two myself, after being off them for many long months.

Our street is too straight, cars dash downwards very fast and this isn't right in a place where there are pets and kids and old folks, we should have signs up saying, "SLOW DOWN"!!!

Of course if Maggi is so very careful about keeping her street gate closed and it was opened that day, and there's more to the story and maybe I'll say this story down the track.

In the meantime, we bless the spirit of a little chap who was very much loved in this entire neighbourhood!

news flash

We are all inside excepting Tabs.

Excepting Scrap.

(Scrap moved over the road and only says hello if She brings a fish tray from the raffles at The Pub!)

That Princess, the people in the street are calling her The Singing Cat because she says and sings so much!

Tabs doesn't like hanging out with the crowds.

Much has changed round Our Place in the recent times.

Backflat man moved, nice laughing boys moved, strangers approach.

She is telling us that she's not going to ring up those kinds who would put us in cages.

They are saying that our beautiful house might be knocked down for stupid flats so ugly.

She is looking at places in the country.

She says She got caught up with lies and She don't need the city no more.

We need loving friends who are not greedy or stupid!