Readers' Cats

[musophilr]

Roobi has just come home for her tea

[Lixarto]

Lovely.

So has Molly as it happens. Strange cat, she eats all the jelly and leaves the meat

[musophilr]

Roobi eats Hills Science diet crunchy things ... and whatever she can blag off me

All the best to Molly. Is she black & white too? Pic!

[Lixarto]

Roobi eats Hills Science diet crunchy things ... and whatever she can blag off me

All the best to Molly. Is she black & white too? Pic!

Thankings - she's a tortie:

[musophilr]

bless her, she's cute

[BucketheadRules]

^^ D'awwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Our Molly is black and white. Here she is around Christmas:



And here is Basil (known to all as Baz), her idiot son:



Both of them are known under various nicknames as well... I shall list some of them here for your delectation:

Molly is variously known as:

Mol (fairly self-explanatory, that one)
Fluftie (Christ knows why, I think my dad made it up)
Fluffle (derivative of the above)
Doodle (don't know why... my mum usually calls her this)
Flompie (my sister and I made this up for a joke)
Maj (short for Your Majesty, because she does have quite an air of superiority about her... even more so than cats usually do. She never uses the cat flap and instead usually waits for someone to open the door for her, for example )
Flomplestiltskin (courtesy of my mum, quite well-thought-out I think!)

Basil's alter-egos are as follows:

Baz (but you knew that already)
Waz (don't know why)
Dorothy (this was either me or my sister that started calling him this... he's a bit meek and mild, we thought it suited him )
Fluftie Jr. (I started calling him this, because Mol (aka Fluftie) is his mum...)
Baby (we all call him this sometimes... despite him being about 4 or 5 years old, we all seem to be stuck in the mindset of him being a weeny little kitten )

[Vim Fuego]

I want to show a photo of Odin with the grass snake he caught the other day and brought in to show us, but I was more concerned about resuing the snake and letting it go than taking photos, so you'll just have to use your imagination.

[Lixarto]

Previous cats:

Nixon:






Fidel:

[musophilr]

Gibson was my first cat. He came to me as a tiny kitten who could curl up and go to sleep in the palm of my hand. His tummy and paws were white, except for a black belt aroiund his waist (you didn't argue with him, he was a hard nut), and his cute back goatee can be seen in the pic. We were very close: we knew what each other were thinking, and when his kidneys failed him at the age of 14 1/2 I felt like Judas when I had to sign his death warrant. He is buried in his favourite spot in the garden. I don't have many pics of him. This one was taken when he was between 2 and 3 years. As the shutter opened, a noise outside the flat caused him to flick his left ear ...

[musophilr]

After Gibson's sad demise I went to the local rescue place, and met up with "Victor". I didn't think the name suited him so I asked him if I could call him Hendrix, and his expression told me he didn't mind so that's what I called him from then on. He was the most good natured cat you could possibly wish to meet. He did everything at lightning speed, and wolfed his food down like there was no tomorrow. Sometimes he made himself sick. His eyes were amazing. He could hide in the bushes at the back, but his presence would be given away by his eyes .. no cat, just eyes! He didn't have much road sense, or even common-sense. Instead of hanging out in the farmland at the back, he would go round the front of the house and wander out onto the main road. Eventually he did that once too often - a black cat, in the dark, with no street lights, in a village with a straight road through it where nobody takes a blind bit of notice of the speed limit ... well I don't need to describe for you what happened it was gruesome. He would sit on Gibson's grave on a sunny afternoon, so I buried what was left of him next to Gibson.