I’ve Been Fleeced!

One of Smoky’s favourite places is the windowsill in the sitting room. As the tiles were too cold for the wee kitty, we wrapped a faux sheepkin cover around some eggbox foam. Despite regular washing of the aforementioned cover, we decided that it was time to replace it.

I found a single bed thermal fleece topper on Amazon, and here it is…as modelled by his Lordship…who’s giving me one of those ‘don’t you dare take another pic or else…’ looks!!

Why Smoky goes nutty for neon

A lot of cat ‘owners’ might not know this, and we ourselves only found out by chance when watching a documentary on kitties. Your beloved houehold moggy sees most things in various tones of grey.

Blue and yellow, however, really stand out, and cats see those as real colours.

Smoky though, goes one better. He gets really excited and goes nutty when we present him with rainbow/neon colours. Wave a piece of cordage (specifically a length of 1mm or 2mm satin cord) and we believe it actually flashes in front of his eyes. Gets his attention like nothing else. Even some neon acrylic yarn we bought a little while ago doesn’t quite do the trick. It has to be shiny satincord.

Here he is playing with a few feet of satincord that I braided into a kind of mini rope. He loves to pounce on it and chew it as if it’s a mouse or something. Shana captured this shot of Smoky just after his breakfast this morning, shortly before I got up. As far as I knew, Smoky was a quiet well-behaved, even sedate little kitty.

But look here at how he has rolled his head backwards as if to see the world in new and interesting ways. Now I know he’s an absolute loony 🙂

See the little grey squeaky mouse to the right of that last picture though? He knows trouble is a-brewing. Wouldn’t be at all surprised to find him scuttling off to the nearest bolthole before the Neon Nutcase catches a glimpse of him Scary times….

A tissue of lies

Here I go again with my fancy titles. How to justify this one, I wonder? Well, Smoky does enjoy lying on sheets of tissue paper…

I know. It’s a flimsy excuse for a title isn’t it? Especially as it’s only half true now that Smoky, our three-legged cat (although, the speed he goes, you’d think he had five legs sometimes) has taken not so much to stretching himself out on a big sheet of tissue paper on the rug, as pouncing on the stuff and ripping it to shreds.

It’s not all his fault though. Both Shana and I encourage him to be energetic and boisterous. It keeps his weight down and his mind active. First thing in the morning, before yours truly is up and about, Shana gives Smoky his breakfast and soon afterwards he is pretending to be some sort of caped kitty superhero. Let’s call him ‘NuttyCat’.

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Wave a fluffy toy on a stick in front of this cat-based tissue pyramid, and NuttyCat will, keeping all that paper on top of himself, dart after whatever is in front of him. Only once the claws emerge do great rents and tears appear in the paper. Then beware. Because now, he can see you!

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The green eyes are just a result of camera flash bouncing off his retinas. Or could he have a powerful laser stare?

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Here he is (above) planning his next episode of nutty-ness.

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What will he do next? Stick his little pink tongue out at us? Or scurry round the back of the sofa, entering at one side, gathering speed, and launching from the other side?

This is just the start of it. When his ears are pointing backwards, that’s the time to steer clear. A mad dash for the litter tray will be sure to follow. For a little kitty, all this excitement can sometimes be just a tad too much 🙂

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Heeeeeeere’s Smoky!

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This is our dear little cat, Smoky.

Correction: This is our dear medium-sized cat, Smoky. (Well, he does enjoy his kibbles, even though, in his defence, I do make a point of saying ‘I don’t know where he puts them.’ 🙂 )

Smoky has been with us for just over four years, although he is actually about nine years old. A superannuated kitten if ever there was one. When he has a mind to behave like one, that is; otherwise, he’s just a superannuated lazybones. (Now who does that remind me of?)

Anyway, as Shana’s photo clearly shows, he can be a bit untidy at times. There he is, upside down with all three legs in the air. Yes, that did say ‘three’. He lost the other (hind) leg in a fight with a car some time before we adopted him. He can still shift quite fast though.

Smoky’s favourite sport (apart from nomming) is spider hunting. He’s such a softy though: all he does is pat them on the head o_O

Go and marvel at Smoky’s dashing good looks and magnificent whiskers in his very own picture gallery. (Just click on ‘Smoky’ at the top of the page.) But be warned: you might end up suffering from cutesy overload.