Cat-urday: full moon?

Nice... get where this LOLcat is coming from...



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Now - you can take that to mean myself, or the customers. Or both. Take your pick :)

Cat-urday... bedtime remix

Ha! I gotta get me one of these!




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Caturday... sleeping arrangements

So, it's summer. And hot at night. So why is it NOW that the Mollster decides to sleep with me (luckily, not ON me, which Erika's fluffy cat does - and only in summer).

Now, Mollster isn't just sleeping on my bed - but usually, curled up by my knees. This makes it diffcult to throw off the blankets when it get hots - which it does. You know what it's like - cold, hot, cold, hot... repeat wild temperature variations throughout the night.

Now, in winter - I have no idea where the Mollster sleeps. 'Cos it sure as heck isn't with me!!! Which, if I was in charge, it would be. Come on - non-moving blankets, electric blanket... what's not to like???

Cat-urday: Christmas!

And this is why my Christmases have been mostly tree-less for the last 14 years.

Cat-urday: the truth

So - this is how they do it. There's a manual!





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Cat-urday: aint that the truth

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Cat-urday: life with the Mollster

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Cat-urday: somedays

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Cat-urday: ad-land

This, may I say, has NEVER EVER been the Moll-ster. She has - once, I think - interferred with my knitting. Never played with balls of wool. And, quite frankly, I don't think seeing something raining down outside would disrupt her from her contemplation of life. However, it is a really cute ad.

Cat-urday: why yes...

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They do...

Cat-urday: x-files kitty!

Well - that explains a lot!


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Reminds me of Tooms!

Cat-urday: that explains it

So, this is why the Moll-ster runs from children...



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Cat-urday: Thanks Basement Cat

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Cat-urday: Mollster wishes

As I'm away this weekend...

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I'm sure B&P will be on food duty.

Cat-urday: wishes

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Cat-urday: cat-trap

Familiar anyone? Moll-ster, of course, waits until the lights are out and/or stairs are involved...

Cat-urday: boxes

Now, Simon's cat may like to hide in boxes - and so might Eve Sutton's famous cat (a classic book!)...


But - my cat likes to hide in cupboards. Or, she did when she was young. Or bookcases... or behind the washing machine. Anything but a box.

Cat-urday: memories of Raz

There he is - on our lovely 70s furniture and surrounded by 70s decor...

Raz - the cat who spoiled me for all subsequent cats.

The cat I guilt-tripped Dad into bringing home - but Dad, he'll die if we leave him here (poor Dad - never stood a chance). And Dad named him - Rasputin - his favourite song at the time.

Once home, this bedraggled stray kitten sat - probably on that very chair - while the housekeeper's dog (I think it was a doberman, but it could have been anything really!) came to investigate the new acquisition. To put it in perspective, I'm pretty sure we all hated the dog. So when this itty-bitty kitty took a swipe at the dog, and made its nose bleed - we were very happy.

Our hero!

He proceeded to rule the house. All visiting dogs - mainly Luke, my sister's cocker spaniel - bowed down before him.

If we went away on holiday, he would show his displeasure by pooing in a difficult-to-get-to corner of the lounge. He would also stamp across the carpet - loudly - and sit in front of the TV with his back to us. Just so we'd know he was pissed.

He was a great bed-cat. He would sleep at the foot of the bed, right in the middle, in a polite little circle. And not move all night.

He laughed in the face of pain.

And, thank goodness!, was really easy to get to the vet. You just opened the car door... He used to drive to school with me. The only problem came when he wondered what Dad's feet were doing.

He would gobble all his food - run outside and vomit it up - and run back inside to eat the other cat's food.

As he aged, he got some weird syndrome-thing. No one could figure it out. But it had entertainment value. If you scratched him in the right (or wrong, depending on your point of view) place - and sometimes, randomly - he would have a seizure and pee everywhere. And, because he was fitting - it was EVERY where. 

As he got older and sicker, and his kidneys failed, Mum caved in and would wrap him up in a towel in front, and a little bit, under the potbelly. Mum's psycho-cat would bring him food. First, dead things. Then - dead and skinned / de-feathered things, sometimes even de-boned. 

He died at 21. Much loved and pampered.