Loki taking a post-op R&R cat-nap:
Posts tagged 'Cat'
Cat-nap
Well, it's taken a few days, but here's proof that he does, occasionally, sleep:
I'll wager that in less than 15 minutes he'll be recharged and ready for another six hours of mayhem.
Here we go again…
Ever since we lost Bob last spring, Elvy has been a single cat. She's enjoyed undivided attention and a clear run of the house, and she has become a fine affectionate friend.
This weekend, however, saw a small addition to the household. Elvy's not too chuffed about it.
We named her Rosie - both me and the seller agreed that it was a Queen, there being no signs of the tell-tale Tom bits...
but one of those bits dropped during the night and the next day the vet proclaimed that she is a late-dropping he.
So now we've named him Loki, after the the Asgardian God of Mischief.
So far, it's been a quite appropriate name.
Black and White
Outdoors toilet-training can't be much fun when the snow's up to the top of your legs:
I get the feeling that Elvy didn't really enjoy her introduction to the garden yesterday.
Tidying up some loose ends
For me, the last two months of every year tend to be a bit fickle when it comes to getting in some hill-time. Factor in a bunch of birthdays, the inevitable Christmas shopping, the trips out to deliver pressies and the staying in to accept them, and there's precious little time left for getting away. It's not as if I can snatch the odd half-day or just bugger off one evening, overnight in the hills and then return the next morning - living in England's rotting industrial heartland means that any decent mountains are many hours of driving away, so any venture has to be long enough to provide a good return on the investment.
This year I'm taking a different approach - I've booked a weekend away, the rest of life will just have to STFU and fit in around it. Coniston beckons, a few of us have answered the call. Hopefully we'll find the right conditions to christen my new snooshows, maybe we'll even tick off a few more Wainwrights, but if we don't it'll be fun all the same.
Of course, while I'm away, somebody else will have the job of tidying up those loose ends. Here's a quick snapshot of the cause of the disorder:
Even though the two-week claim period hasn't yet expired, we couldn't continue looking after her without giving her a name. That process in itself was an ordeal - we'd made a long-list and couldn't agree, so we whittled it down to a short-list and still couldn't agree.
Eventually we put the names in a hat and Anna drew out the winning entry (which just happened to be the name that she put in... hmm...). Even now, we can't agree - the name is Elvy... or is it LV? Of course, now that the mog's been named it'll be hard if we have to let her go, despite her infuriating habit of chewing through my boot-laces and draw-cords!
Here, have a few more pics:
