Tag: cat_s

Originally, Monday Morning

Quick description: Tabby Mister looks like a liquid, curled in a cozy valley among mostly-blue bedding. His forepaws are extended in front of him at full length with hischin on the bed between them. (Your guess about the exact position of the rest of his body is as good as mine, but he looks comfy!)

Quick description: Cat_S has an old-school re-creation wooden loom strung with white and greenish yarn, ready to weave. Tabby Mister and black Dandy have decided that the whole thing makes a great cat climber/bed/toy.

Quick description: An orange and white cat is climbing around on a mostly-wooden spinning wheel. At the moment, her hind end is up higher than her front end, as she steps down onto a lower beam. There’s a big bright window behind her.

Cat_S sez: Scraps (the one with the spinning wheel) was the momcat of the other two. She was the sweetest cat imaginable – a little feral who turned up on the kitchen doorstep. Despite firm instruction my teenagers started feeding her with leftovers from the table – hence her name. By the time I resigned myself to adopting her she was pregnant and had four ginger girls, Mabel, Delilah, Carrot and Greebo. Scraps was the only cat I’ve ever known who really showed gratitude for things done for her – she seemed always to remember how hard her early life had been!

Quick description: On a sunny windowsill, a box marked as ‘scented flowers’ is sitting with its top flipped open. Sleeping cozily in it, tucked more or less entirely inside but barely able to fit (but then, they like that) is an orange cat with white on her fact.

Cat_S sez: The ginger gal is the late great Delilah (otherwise known as the Lumpen Proletaricat!)  Her song was “Oh I am the cat, the very fat cat that burgles the kittens’ food, Oh I am the cat the very fat cat that burgles the kittens’ food, and what do I care if it gives them pain, and they think me terribly rude, I’ll have fish and steak and fish again, as I burgle the kittens’ food!”  She was a formidable and beloved cat (The vet could never understand the second bit of that description – he regarded her in the same light as the leopards at our local zoo (best approached in armour and with a dart gun!)