Kittens!

So yeah, yesterday was a bit of a writeoff for us bloggingwise, so I thought I start today with something simple. The cat above sleeping soundly next to our compost heap, which is in the process of being overturned, hence the mess, is not actually one of ours. Instead he’s a semi-stray we’ve dubbed “hecdad”, as he looks like Hector, our little tripod cat, cat father. We thought he was a proper stray, but somebody must be taking care of him since he does have a collar and such. It’s just that they don’t take proper care of him: he’s coughing, has trouble breathing, very skinny and alays hungry.

So we’ve taken to feeding him ourselves, though we can’t really take on another cat. Any candidates for a cat that needs a lot of loving care and, to be honest, some proper vetinary treatment?

UPDATE: the pet ambulance people have come around and taken him with them. I had to hand him over; he was very skinny but purring like a mad thing. I hope he can be cured and somebody nice will take him in.

This is our smallest cat, Sophie (aka Princess Sparklepaws, or ‘that little madam’) 5 minutes ago just before the most recent thunderstorm hit, hiding in the basket I was about to plant the homegrown the neighbour just gave me in. .

Cute huh?

Though it ould be better not to have two other cats swarming round my ankles and making me wobble the phone.

She may look cute but she’s evil: I hate to project human foibles onto a cat, except when it’s lolcats, but she didn’t get those nicknames for nothing – she’s the only cat I’ve ever known that has regular nightmares on purpose. She jumps up crying eek! into my lap and lies there sucking her paw like a lost kitten and looking manpulatively adorable.

Hah, she doesn’t fool me.

Yesterday there was a new tactic: projectile vomiting while leaping into the air with all four paws off the ground at once. I can testify that this manoeuvre enables cat vomit to travel quite a distance.

Sophie also likes to pretend to be frightened, by jumping between the tv table and the wall and pretending to be stuck. emitting piteous wails all the while. “Heyelp, heyelp, Iii’m stuuuck!” All that just to get made a fuss of. Needy? High maintenance? She’s the Lindsey Lohan of cats, but without the addictions, unless you count Frontline as a narcotic. Little madam.

Late addendum:

If you like silly pet stories, this one, via Making Light, is a doozy.