classic33
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I know pilots who can't fly, they need artificial wings to do that.Not me, I can't swim.
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I know pilots who can't fly, they need artificial wings to do that.Not me, I can't swim.
They do a small twix now?Forgive me CC for i have sinned.One chunk of Pavlova one small slice of cherry pie and a small twix.I will do better tomorrow.
We're not sure if the lad has an owner or not, he's actually the 3rd cat to move in.Poppy's the sensible one. She took one look and went back to bed.
Oh, the joys of an entire male... Greasy coat, stud tail, Eau de Tom Cat... Any chance of getting Lord Fluffington's pompoms removed? (Your local branch of CP may be able to help with that if he's a "stray" - just ask them to do a trap-neuter-release)
Forgive me CC for i have sinned.One chunk of Pavlova one small slice of cherry pie and a small twix.I will do better tomorrow.
Large Twix tomorrow?
I find them more suckable if they're left in the fridge and a piece is broken off.
We're not sure if the lad has an owner or not, he's actually the 3rd cat to move in.
With the first (an entire male) we knew he'd been sleeping in a car that was slowly being taken apart for spares for months and came to ours for food (there is always a couple of bowls of dry biscuits, Whiskas in one and Go-Kat in the other) but one day he came in with an injured earhole so it was off to the vet to be stitched up with the instruction to "whip his bits off while he's out". He was an odd eyed white with a propensity for getting all mucked up rubbing under cars hence the name 'Whitey' after the dog in the Persil adverts.
The 2nd was Fifi she'd actually come from Birmingham after her owner had had an acrimonious split with the boyfriend, she was living with the woman's cousin along with her 4 kittens but due to her son having allergies was being kept in a garden out-building. One day Fifi just wandered down our garden, ate some food and decided she liked it here. Maz overheard the cousin talking about the cat (their garden almost backs on to ours) so went round and spoke to her to find that they'd found homes for the kittens but not for Fifi who was less than a year old herself.
With 'Fluff' it's different though, he's very much his own cat, used to hiss and run away when he saw us (or rather we disturbed 'his Lordship) but came and slept in the house sometimes, eventually I befriended him (sort of) to the point he'll allow me to stroke him and he'll stay in the same room as us but if anyone else is round or the doorbell rings he's offski. The trouble is we don't know whether he's anybody's cat or if (as I suspect) he's a Feral cos he really doesn't like being 'handled'. Plan is if he ever needs the Vet he'll get the same as Whitey got but until then I really don't fancy trying to get him into a cat carrier.
Like I said we don't know if he's someone's Cat or not.If you speak with your local branch of CP (or an independent rescue) you should be able to borrow a cat trap - which negates the perilous task of trying to shove Sir into a carrier in order to convey him to the vet...
Speaking of, a lady on a neighbouring farm has managed to trap Mr Gingernuts. She was in fact feeding him, which explains why he never looked terribly manky. He's now Mr Gingernutless. And his bloods came up clean as well.