It’s about time we had a kitty report, don’tcha think?!? My two little ones are not so little any more. Squeak is pretty much full grown now, a beautiful sleek lithe cat. Pip is a little barrel chested short legged podgy bellied monkey of a cat, heavier than Squeak and Jaffa, with the prettiest little face and funniest ways. He’s such a sweetheart, he trots around after us all day long, asking to be picked up and carried. He likes nothing better than riding around on Tony’s shoulder. He has the funniest little miaow, unlike any cat I’ve ever heard before. It’s a bit like when a teenage boy’s voice is breaking – he opens his mouth, and this cracked wobbly noise comes out. Tony reckons he is trying to talk to us like humans talk. Maybe that sounds silly, but he is the most intelligent little thing.
Squeak is a very nervous cat, he has a perpetually worried look on his little face. But when it comes to food, all his nerves vanish. That cat is such a little piggy!!! Whenever we eat he’s on the scrounge, and any scraps we put down for the boys are immediately appropriated by Squeak, and carried away to be growled over and chomped. The other two don’t stand a chance while he’s around.
And how about Jaffa? He’s doing really well, happier than he’s been since Snicks died. He’s really accepted the kittens now, and all three snuggle up together. We have a fleece radiator bed, really only built for one cat, but I caught all three of them piled into it the other day.
So I spent £45 on a huge fancy cat bed for them on Saturday, its a wicker bed on legs with a deep luxurious sheepskin cushion inside, and its so big I’m tempted to get it in myself. Needless to say they spent all yesterday sleeping on the floor…..