Monday, 28 June 2010

The sock drawer

At the moment you have to think twice before closing any cupboards or drawers, because they may have an additional, hairy inhabitant. She thinks she's very clever, and she lies very quietly so nobody knows she is there.

Our clothes brush is working overtime.

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

Urchin and the carpet

Some days our hall runner grows paws and attacks your ankles. Fortunately the enormous bushy tail that the hall runner sprouts is a pretty clear indicator of those days.

Saturday, 22 May 2010

Urchin and the (toy) Mouse


Urchin has a toy mouse (or had - I haven't seen it in a while) that makes chirping noises when she rolls it over. But it isn't as interesting as I am when I have a camera. There are many more extreme close-ups of a hairy and curious nose than there are beautiful supermodel poses. This is a pretty characteristic picture.

Wednesday, 19 May 2010

Urchin and the plastic



She was still quite a nervous little baby in April last year when she decided to show this piece of plastic who was the boss. Now she prefers toys that move so she can chase them. We're thinking about getting a little radio controlled car for her; we may even cover it in faux fur to give her a real thrill.

Sunday, 16 May 2010

Silver tortie-tabby with white

Apparently Urchin's colour scheme is officially known as silver tortie-tabby with white. She would like to draw attention to how well she matches a slate floor.

Friday, 14 May 2010

Rainy Days And Mondays


What is a cat to do on a Bank Holiday Monday when it is raining too hard to go outside? Pretty much the same as most other days actually. But with a bit more wanton abandon. Look at how she peeps out from the arm of the chair, calculating whether she is going to have to defend her tummy from an onslaught of tickling!

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Urchin and the Watering Can

For a while after Urchin first came to us we were worried about her fluid intake. As advised, we kept her on the dry food that her breeder had given her, but she wouldn't drink any water.

Then she let us know that she was more than happy to drink water. Just not out of a dish. She sticks her whole head in the watering can - we have to keep it full enough that she doesn't have to squash her ears completely to get out of it.

She will also drink from the bathroom taps, and rainwater in puddles, and from Paul's glass if he leaves it next to the bed, and she will drink cat-formulated milk from a saucer. Bet never, ever water from a dish.