Thursday 1 April 2010

More Cat Tails

"God how you've grown!" I keep saying to Mousel every time she stalks past me, she just gives me a look.

At 5 months, we thought we should give Mousel a playmate, we should have course, at the time, just stolen another kitten from the same litter, but we didn't think about it. It was daunting enough bringing one live animal home and being in charge of it. So after a bit of googling, I found Celia Hammond's website -an ex model, animal lover who rescues strays. After having our flat examined by one of their team, we went to pick up Gertie, with slight trepidation..what if she's horrible, or smells, or doesn't like us etc etc. Would it look bad to change our mind?? We needn't have worried. At the center, the little fluff ball was hanging out with the dog in the basket, cool as a cucumber (or so she looked), whilst the other cats mewed and miaowed in their cages. We took to her immediately.



 Look at the little button nose!


And the little cute pink paws!



Mousel is not happy! 

She doesn't care about pink noses and toeses. She's royally miffed about some raggamuffin stray coming in from the streets to share her home, and owner. How dare I!!

And she wasn't happy for about 2 weeks, so there was a lot of biting and chasing and bullying and pounding and jumping from great heights when least expected to squish the invader. There was also a lot of upsetting squealing from Gertie, who really tried to get along with her new pal - she was submissive and patient... Gertie by the way is not as cool as cucumber. She's a real scaredy cat, the scarediest cat I know. Even when she's been on my lap for hours, she'll jump a mile when I walk towards her ten minutes later. Stitch barely reaches out to touch her and she pings into the air and makes a dash for it. I think it's a trust thing - she's had a hard life, all 4 months of it!

Check out Mousel's dominance



Poor Gertie knows that lick will turn into a bite




But things are improving, and there's a lot more relaxing going on.....



 And enemies have become friends

Although this has helped a few arguments lately


Oh, and just so you know, Mousel is still the top dog
round here...


So there!


Cat Tails







MOUSEL



Sooooo, we decided to get a kitten, without really thinking about it. Stitch's parent's cat Poppy had just had her second litter, and on hearing the happy news I asked if there was an all grey one...and there was!

And so 12 weeks later we brought little Mousel home - that's Mouse (because she's grey) with 'l' on the end, pronounced like the Mousehole in Cornwall, but not spelt like it if you see what I mean.



She was the cutest, sweetest little thing I had ever seen. She'd sleep just above my head on my pillow at night, she'd follow me every time I left the room, even to the loo, sleep on my desk whilst I worked. I hated leaving her, even to go to the shops. I was Pathetic!

Even when she scratched me A LOT....



These are some of her favourite things to do....



Sleeping in the sun, on my desk....

Which she is now a little too big for, with her kangaroo legs



Watch the washing machine






Help take the washing out




Watching the fish





Catching the fish


Warming her belly on the lamp





Hiding in the sink


Playing with the bunny



Sleeping on the sheepskin rug



And sitting on my lap