Cheesecake is not having a good week.

First he was neutered and now we have plumbing problems. Cheesecake loves water and is usually found in either the kitchen or bathroom sink, normally trying to drink from the tap but often just rolling around in joyous abandon (he's very fond of the shower too and will attempt to follow you in there if he thinks he'll get away with it). Unfortunately the tank in the attic that supplies the bathroom isn't filling and the plumber can't get here til the weekend. Poor Cheesecake. I guess he'll just have to make the kitchen sink his favourite place to hang out...

In other feline news, Lily has succeeding in freaking out a friend of the family who came to visit last weekend. Apparently cats-with-no-eyes should not move their heads so that they appear to be watching you. Nor should they suddenly appear at your feet and sit, staring up plaintively. I expect that the 100 mile an hour mad dash through 3 rooms and stalking, and successfully catching, Mia also failed to help her case.

What's going on?

The female human is acting very strangely. There's no food in the bowl but despite all of our yowling she has yet to refill it and she keeps talking about me having to go to the vet with Bob. Obviously she's mistaken for I am not ill...

OMG, I've just had a thought, is this the recession hitting us? What if there's no cat food left at all? Are we going to starve? I suppose I could, just to survive mind you, make the ultimate sacrifice and eat one of the small rodents if I absolutely had to. Quick, someone open that tank!

Poor Cheesecake...

I took Bob into the vets last Saturday for a checkup as she had a lost a little weight and I was concerned. Poor Bob-O came to us from a rescue that had removed her, and several other cats, from a terrible situation - the cats had all been locked into a pen by a farmer and fed daily on pototo and cabbage scraps. Obviously, that's not the best diet for a carnivore so the cats were in terrible health and it took quite a while for all of those cats lucky enough to survive to recover. During the course of the checkup we discovered that she has several horrid manky teeth so she was automatically booked in for a dental on Thursday (tomorrow).

El Bob-O:

You're probably wondering why the post is entitled "Poor Cheesecake" as it seems to be entirely about Bob's teeth, no? As I was making the appointment for Bob's dental it occurred to me that, for various reasons, Cheesecake has yet to be neutered. He's an exceptionally well behaved boy and doesn't flaunt his entire male status so it was on the list of Things To Do that I hadn't quite gotten around to booking but wasn't too pushed about.

Unfortunately for Cheesecake I had time to make that booking on Saturday so he's going to be saying goodbye to his 'nads tomorrow. Poor Cheesecake :)

There's always one..

It's been freezing cold here today so most of the cats and dogs have been sprawled in front of radiators, curled up in couches, or, in Yama Dane's case, sleeping so close to the woodstove that her nose hair singed. All was well until it started to snow. Now, I don't know what it is about snow but all of the cats love to sit on the windowsills and watch the snow fall. They all know what it is, they've been out in the cold before, and they're not stupid - they know they prefer it from inside the warm room. Except Cheesecake. This is his first snow day :-)

Exploring the white stuff outside in the run:


He had a good look around to make sure it was definitely everywhere:



Pawprints in the snow:


Thankfully the back of the house is a little more sheltered, I don't think Cheesecake would've been too happy to be out the front in this snow:

It's been a busy couple of weeks since I last blogged. First we had to get back into the routine for work (easier for us than for the Feline Overlords I think, as they'd gotten very used to having human slaves available 24/7) and then actually go back to work. That was the hard bit for the humans!

Workwise, I have a couple of big-ish and several small projects starting up this month, resulting in me being fairly busy with the prep work and not as interactive a human slave as normal. Most of the Feline Horde are used to varying periods of busy and quiet and have either been ignoring me or pointedly tracking me down and getting in the way.

Luci and Bob are ignorers for instance whereas Homer and Mia are very definitely hunting me (Lily is hunting everyone all of the time so nothing new there). I think Cheesecake is going to be a hunter too as he's currently sitting on my chest rather pointedly getting between me and the laptop. It's a good thing that I'm well practised in the art of reading through, around and despite a cat or I'd never get through the background info I need read for tomorrow morning's meeting.

Happy New Year Humans

I hope 2008 was a good year for you for it shall be your last with free will. Mwahahahahaaha. Ha.

Yes, it's true - we've put the finishing touches to our dastardly plan for Feline Overlord-ness and we shall implement it this year. We've run into a few problems to date (mostly those of the warm beds and full bellies kind) and are ashamed to admit that we have fallen behind schedule.

Rest assured lazy humans, we've taken steps to ensure this never happens again (large penalties in Tuna & Chicken flavours mostly) and have included a project plan as well as some incomprehensible pie charts. What more could one need I ask you?

The cats are possessed

That's it, I've had enough. The tree is coming down tomorrow whether they like it or not.

Over the last 6 hours the tree has started to vibrate and occasionally shake out a cat or two. I've unplugged the lights and myself, Bob-O and the dogs are sitting waaayyyyy back and watching to see how long it takes to fall. I can't get near the tortie powering it - she's holed up in the middle creating showers of cheerful baubles at random intervals.

(a lot of the evil can be traced back to the cat-cocaine treats that their Secret Santa sent for them. At one point they were in the kitchen for safekeeping and that worked until Cheesecake found them, chewed his way through a box and foil wrapping and scoffed his own bodyweight in hallucinogenic treats. Little monster is still high - all dilated pupil'd and madly dashing for the last 36 hours)