I for one am really thankful that I have a garden to sit in and show off my handsomes. It would be a crime against humanity if I could not show all our neighbours just how handsome and mancatly I am.
Of course there are other important reasons that having a garden is so great. Like fantastic places to scratch and sharpen your claws. Take for example the, NO NOT THAT FENCE! I have no idea why The Mum calls it that. We also have a lot of DON'T EAT THAT, growing in the garden.
Friends, it is so cold outside, that even the birdies have stayed in bed. And yes, this is the forbidden windowsill of breakable things. But even that can't lift my spirits. How much longer until spring?
Hi there kitties. Today I am helping The Mum be snoppervision her putting away the weekly shop. It looks like a lot of hard work from where I'm sitting, all that opening and closing doors and drawers. That's why it is important that I snoppervise her closely to ensure there is no slacking. What's this?...
Why the devil hasn't she opened the cat food? Snoopervising is hungry work. Notice the EMPTY cat bowl in the background of the above picture.
Thomas O'Toole
P.S. Other brands of cat food are available, as are other supermarket chains.
The picture above is all that remains of The Mum's chicken and mushroom pie that was left unattended and just asking for trouble. No cat saw anything as we're all remaining tight lipped on the matter.
Kitties, there is a rumour going round that some kitty peed and pooped in the Teen Bean's laundry basket. Since it could never ever be me, even though I was the only cat in the house at the time, I am sitting in the bath to ponder this mystery.
I do some of my best thinking in the bath. It has nothing to do with it being a good hidey spot. That is purely coincidental
It may look like I'm being a lazy mancat, sleeping with my sparkly ribbon (just so you know, sparkly ribbons are manly) But in reality I am a coiled spring waiting to leap into action in defence of my sparkly ribbon at any moment... any moment.
You're not thinking about taking my sparkly ribbon, are you? That would be... wrong.
Hi there kitties! This week it's my turn the help The Mum by snoopervising her in the kitchen. Today she's making our favourite thing to snoopervise in the whole world. Tuna Pasta Bake. That's right I said tuna!
Of course the correct snoppervision of tuna. Did I say tuna? I meant, the correct snoopervision in the kitchen is always important as there's hot and sharp stuffs everywhere. A kitty can't be too careful.
The Mum does all the tricky stuffs, like pre-heating the oven, cooking and draining the pasta. I'm just here for the tuna. Sorry, did I say tuna? I meant... I'm just here for the proper snoopervision of the can opener in use.
Anyway, on with the snoopervision. Wait a minute... is that Lola?
Psst, Lola. You know it's my turn to do the snoopervising this week, you did it last week! Remeber, bathing the baby? Lola, you're not being fair. You always have to muscle in and spoil everything, GO AWAY!
MUUUUUM! Tell Lola to go away. It's my turn to do the snoopervising. I should be the only one that gets the tuna. Did I say tuna? I meant, I should be the only one that gets to do the snoopervising.
LOLA! GET AWAY FROM THOSE TUNA CANS! You don't know the first thing about snoopervising tuna.
Okay Lola, you get to lick the spoon when we're done.
Today, Thursday 25th October, is National Black Cat.
Why, you ask. Now, this may come as quite a shock to some of you out there, but black cats are considered less adoptable than other cats. Rescues across the UK (and in other countries too) are bursting at the seems with purrfectly awesome, loving black cats waiting for their forever homes. Yet these wonderful cats are passed up time and time again for that cute tabby or funny little tortoiseshell.
(c) Cats Protection
But why are these beautiful felines losing out on loving homes. Some feel it's because they're less exciting than their colourful counter parts. Other feel that it is the black cats strong connection to myth and superstition that is holding it back.
One such myth is that it is bad luck for a black cat to cross your path as misfortune will surely befall you. In early Christian beliefs black cats were considered evil, a mixture of the devil and dark sorcery. Black cats were often believed to be the familiars of witches and wizards, their earthly connection with the devil himself. So strong was this belief that at one time simply owning a black cat was enough to convict you of witchcraft. There is a case in Windsor Berkshire in 1579 of a group of women tried and executed for witchcraft. One of the women, Mother Dewell's, only crime seemed to have been owning a black cat called Gille. For a long time if you were a black cat, you were cursed. But we all know this is nothing but a load of hocus pocus.
Source - I Can Has Chezburger
But black cats haven't always been thought of as evil or unlucky. King James I owned a black cat for many years and considered it to be a source of good luck. When the cat passed away King James I was reported to have said, "Alas, my luck has run out." He was soon arrested and executed for high treason.
Fishermen's wives would keep black cats for luck while their husbands were away at sea. These cats were considered so valuable that many were stolen.
In Scotland a strange black cat appearing at your porch will bring prosperity.
In Britain having a black cat in the house is considered to be lucky.
In France there is a myth that if someone owns a black cat with even one white hair, lady luck will smile upon them.
(c) Cats Protection
So why not spread some of that good fortune and consider giving a black cat (or two, or three) a warm loving home. Just like our mum did. Black cats are AWESOME, if we do say so ourselves... and we do.
If you don't have room for anymore cats, no matter how handsome and awesome they may be, please consider donating to your local cat charity, rescue or centre. You don't have to donate just money, you can donate your time, food, blankets, litter, cat toys or anything else of use.
Thomas O'Toole and Charlie O'Marley
For more information on National Black Cat Day and for some fun downloads, including the pictures above, please visit Cats Protection.
For more information on how you can get involved with Cats Protection and their tireless work to help homeless cats and kittens, please click here.
Hello Handsome!
(c) Cats Protection
Why not join us in celebrating the awesomeness that is the black cat. Link up your black cat posts here. The linky will be open until 31st October, so plenty of time to get your Halloween on.
As we all know, babies require a lot of snoopervision and me being the only ladycat in the house the job of helping The Mum with the baby falls to me. Correct snoopervision of babies is important, you can't let them out of your sight for a second. Especially at baths time, because they splash... a lot.
Jessica thinking about
Splashings
So while The Mum runs the water, check the temperature and adds the bubbles I snoopervise the baby to make sure there are no shenanigans.
Snoopervising
Here I am snoopervising the undressing. You have to have your wits about you, because those babies are super quick and super grabby pinchy! But I am a dedicated snoopervisor and I see it through to the end...
One baby safely undressed and in the bath. My work here is done.
Some cat didn't wipe their feets and walked all over the clean kitchen windowsill. What's more there was a hairball left on the rug, but The Mum thought she'd spare you all the horror and didn't take a picture of it.
Today kitties I am thankful to be alive and well. It's been over a week since my mysterious aliment and emergency trip to the v-e-t, yet we're still no closer to knowing what was wrong with me. Other than I couldn't beathe and was very scared. The Mum says that I was making the most awful gurgling noises and was foaming at the mouth. Above is a picture of me in the PTU waiting to go.
When I got to the v-e-t-s I tried to pretend that I was okay and the v-e-t was all for sending me home, when I started having difficulty breating and swallowing again. It was then decided that the v-e-t would make me go sleepy and take a picture of my insides with a special camera.
My handsome insides
It was while they were getting me ready to go for a special nap that I suddenly started projectile vomitting clear fluid. It was then the v-e-t phoned The Mum and told her not to expect me to come home. But I did come home and I am very thankful I did.
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Here is a picture of the invoice and all the things they did to me (please click to bigify). It doesn't look like much for nearly £600. You'll notioce that The Mum has highlighted an area in red. That says that I have donated blood to the pet blood bank to help out other poorly kitties who need to visit the v-e-t.