Autumn, in the garden, with Shelley ....
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What's the cat called?
Autumn, in the garden, with Shelley ....
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That one, AutumnWhat's the cat called?
Lol that gave me heart palpitations, my Veluxs are in my loft two floors upThe kittens have only recently discovered how to get on the roof (it's a dormer bungalow) and meow at my daughters' windows to be let in
All of the cats we have had in this house have done it
Never seen one use the skylights in the kitchen as a slide though ....
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Oscar is being a pain in the butt. He has taken to staying out all night for the past few weeks and everything was ok until Saturday. He went out around 20.30 which is around the same time as usual but didn't return at all overnight for something to eat and never turned up on Sunday morning. I went out on foot around the lanes, fields and woods after lunch looking and calling for him and there was not a trace of him. I was starting to panic by now and was worried sick. Still no Oscar by tea time. I couldn't eat my tea as I had made myself sick with worry (my cats are my world and I had all sorts of things going around my head) so I went out again even further afield but still no trace of him. His poor sister Cleo was crying for him and she hadn't eaten or even been outside all day. Went to bed but watched tv until 1am with Cleo cuddled up to me and we must have nodded off. Just after 2am Monday morning I was awoken by someone eating their munchies. I thought it may have been Abby at first as she often does midnight raids on their food but I got my torch turned on and it was Oscar back again at last. I got out of bed but he legged it downstairs and out of the catflap again. He was back a hour later looking for more food but again went out. Finally he came back at 05.30 and jumped up on the bed head butting me and purring his head off and gave me a nice cuddle for over 30 minutes. Having a very soft place in my heart for my fur babies I had tears of relief running down my cheeks. The cuddles ended with him slowly rolling onto his back which usually means scrath my belly hooman but this time the bugger wrapped hiw legs around my arm with his huge claws out and bit me (he does this from time to time). He jumped off the bed and started on his second bowl of munchies. Cleo jumped down on the bed from on top of the wardrobe, sprinted down the bed, jumped off and flattend poor Oscar before biting his neck as if to tell him don't go putting us through that worry again. They then got back up on the bed and gave each other a good wash. Last night he went out again at his usual 20.30 and still hasn't come home again so I am worried sick yet again. He's only 13 months old and I have never had a cat do this before. I really hope he isn't going to make a habit of it as he will end up putting me in a early grave with worry!!
On a side note we had a lot of thunder yesterday and poor little Cleo was terrified and divided her time between hiding under my chair and cuddled up tight against me. Ozzy was sleeping and didn't budge and Abby was downstairs with the wife not bothered by it.
They are a bloody worry ain't they.
Ozzy is back although I have no idea when he came back. He certainly wasn't in before lunch and I never heard the cat flap. He may have come down the top of the garden while I was down the bottom shouting his name. I don't care, at least he is home and safe. He is in our bedroom on top of the wardrobe with a fan playing over him as he is boiling with that thick coat of his. His sister is in the computer room with me and also has a fan playing over her. Abby is down the garden under our shrubs so is nice and cool(ish) although it is 23.4 degrees C in the shade right now with a hot southerly gentle breeze so it's not that cool.
Oscar (Ozzy)
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Cleo first thing this morning.
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Abby in her favourite shady place.
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Ozzy is back although I have no idea when he came back. He certainly wasn't in before lunch and I never heard the cat flap. He may have come down the top of the garden while I was down the bottom shouting his name. I don't care, at least he is home and safe. He is in our bedroom on top of the wardrobe with a fan playing over him as he is boiling with that thick coat of his. His sister is in the computer room with me and also has a fan playing over her. Abby is down the garden under our shrubs so is nice and cool(ish) although it is 23.4 degrees C in the shade right now with a hot southerly gentle breeze so it's not that cool.
Oscar (Ozzy)
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Cleo first thing this morning.
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Abby in her favourite shady place.
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