CATS ON TUESDAYS

When I left the living room Arthur was sitting there, not knowing exactly what to do.



Suddenly he sat behind me in the bathroom while I did my make up. He hypnotized a small cabinet and didn't move. I thought he was sleeping. I went to the kitchen, came back Arthur was still at the same place. I dressed and went shopping, and when I came back Arthur was still sitting on the same spot like a statue. That made me curious, I wondered what happened that was not really normal. I lifted up the cabinet and .... a mouse ran out like a flash and tried to hide from Arthur. I quickly put the cabinet down and the mouse went back to this safe place because Arthur couldn't catch it there.

Arthur was a bit angry but then settled down again in the same position. I tried to safe the mouse with a newspaper, it didn't work. Meanwhile Mr. G. had come back and tried his luck.



And then I don't know how, Arthur suddenly had the mouse in his mouth I opened the door to the garden and he escaped into the garden with his victim, meanwhile dead of course . Don't tell me that cats are not patient ! Poor mousie.



He returned home lay down on the radiator and digested his mouse ! Murderer !



A few days later I heard rumbling in Mr. G's room. I had a look and saw Arthur and Rosie apparently playing together ! I found it strange it was a long time that this hadn't happened. So I took some pictures of the event.



But then I saw the truth ! They weren't playing together, they were playing with a mouse together, big difference ! The mouse victim of two serial killers hadn't survived of course and Mr. G. throw it in the bin without further ado. What a sad end.



The killer with the angel face had to rest after his crime.



Pookie after breakfast (no mousies) with a full belly, washed herself from top to bottom, which is very good, often old cats neglect themselves. I also help her a little with a comb. She has no teeth anymore.



and Kim in all these adventures, sat on the living table, what she had never done before !

CATS ON TUESDAYS

I think my poor cats don't understand the world anymore. One day its hot, one day it's cold. Fortunately they don't have any problems with their clothes. they just change napping places.



Arthur has chosen the garden table for a nap, and was not happy when I came out with my computer to blog on the terrace !



Pookie sleeps on the cool tiles, always inside, she seldom goes outside now, that she is an old lady. She loves to lay in the kitchen, and each time we dare to go into the kitchen, she starts her concerts for food !




Rosie relaxes in the heat, from time to time she brings us a mouse as gift. Fortunately only dead once. Unless we step barefoot on one corpse, it doesn't bother us, Mr. G. throws them in the bin !

Kim must be hiding somewhere under the bushes where it is cool, we don't see her very much.

CATS ON TUESDAY

Pookie's morning concerts became whole day concerts and it was just terrible. She sang like a group of false singing Opera singers. I just couldn't stand it anymore and finally went to the Vet. She checked her from top to bottom couldn't find anything besides the last three teeth, which eventually could become a thread for infection. We fixed an appointment for the next week to pull them out.

Meanwhile the vet gave me a homeopathic remedy which felt like chewing gum. She said that Pookie probably suffered from anxiety which often happens with old cats (Pookie approaches her 17 birthday) and should help her. I have to admit that I didn't believe it would help at least not in a short time like all the homeopathic medications.




She should take two per day to start with.



Very much to my surprise not only she ate it in her food with gusto, but her meowing became already better after two days. And now she is again like a normal cat and had stopped her daily non stop concerts ! Am I relieved ! I was close to a nervous breakdown !



Sir Arthur didn't behave like a Sir at all, but it was not really his fault. I was away the whole afternoon and my cleaning lady had closed the door which leads to the garage were the litter boxes are. Arthur has a good taste, he choose my new bathroom mat as his private WC and I only noticed it when I stepped barefoot on the mat ! The mat was soaked ! I washed it out, hang it on the heating and a happy Arthur slept on it !



Rosie enjoys the sunshine and is mostly outside in the garden where she eats her "salad" to barf it later on the best rug !

I have to say they keep me busy !

CATS ON TUESDAY

When I wanted to take my car, Arthur was sitting on the roof.



I tried to get him down, but he moved to the middle where I couldn't reach him. So I opened the door sat inside and told him to please go away. All I got was this cute face looking down on me ! I had to get out again and this time he understood and disappeared offended through the cat flap !



With the warm weather even Pookie went for a walk and disappeared in the neighbor's garden.



Kim observed her



Rosie too enjoyed the garden and was hopping around like a little kangaroo !

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I am in the South of France visiting my friend Claudie !

What my cats think :










And not to forget : Mr. G does everything we want !!

CATS ON TUESDAYS

Arthur had a busy weekend!



First he had some garden work to do, while Mr. G was busy with his new weed burner and burnt down the weeds in the gravel.



Then he had to play with Toby who was on visit, first inside the house and then outside, watching the crocket play.



Pookie too woke up from her lethargy played with a mouse and then took it with her on the sofa for a nap.



Rosie wanted to know if she still is the most beautiful cat in the world !



and Kim pondered for a long time to choose a bowl and eat !

CATS ON TUESDAYS

Kim came back from her morning jogging and asked to be let in for breakfast !



The kitchen is crowded. Pookie and Arthur meow operas and hurry to their bowls to fill in their always empty stomachs. Kim doesn't like to eat with the others or only occasionally and that's why she waits under the kitchen table. Rosie observes the whole show from far, she only eats her special dry food which is in my room ever since she had been so ill with stomach troubles.



With a (not for long) full tummy, Pookie prefers to lay down on the cold tiles, which I can't understand as she has arthritis in her back ! Mr. G. has arthritis too, but he never lays on the kitchen floor, or not yet.



I had bought a feather for Rosie, because she has become so lazy, but she showed no special interest in it and sneezed when I tickled her nose. Another toy for nothing, feathers on a bird's body would interest her more.



Arthur, always out because of the beautiful weather,  walking around the neighborhood is so tired in the evenings that he lays on Mr. G's lap, despite the fact that he is only eating an apple and no chicken !

And so another week went by.

CATS ON TUESDAY

 

For my cats Christmas are horror days ! Their worst enemy arrived in form of 3 year old grandson Toby.



Pookie and Kim spent their days on Mr. G's bed



Rosie on mine, and they only sneaked out when it was absolutely necessary !

For Arthur however, Christmas was fun ! With his 12 years he suddenly transformed into a kitten and spent two very nice and very busy days. Not only he enjoyed the salmon and the guinea hen, but also his little friend Toby.



He loved all the new toys, ran behind little cars, played with the crane and anyway was always between our feet.



Arthur loves Toby, he is such a kind little boy, he doesn't pull his tail or runs behind him, he just talks to him and pets his head.



Even in the afternoon, when other kids arrived, Arthur was there observing what they were doing.



But then in the evening, after all the treats Mr. G. had smuggled into the kitchen because he (Mr. G.) was not allowed to give Arthur anything at table to avoid that he would jump into the guinea hen, Arthur was so tired that he didn't even protest when I put a mouse on his head for a picture !

He really is a special case because it's quiet seldom that a cat loves little kids !

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Since a few days when I serve breakfast to my little monsters, I always have the same picture in the kitchen. Pookie and Kim gobbling down their food and Arthur sitting close to Kim and just doesn't move. He stares in the air and looks like a sculpture. The food is there but he doesn't touch it. After some logical thinking (if a woman can think logically) I found the reason. He eats the whole night out of Rosie's bowl in my room, she has special dry food for "fragile stomach". As the bowl is always full, Arthur just helps himself and I wondered how a little cat like Rosie can eat so much food !



We still have one fly in our house a survivor of the summer. I feel like a cow as the fly turns always around me. Rosie tries to catch it, that's why she makes these big eyes, jumps around without any success, the fly is still with us. I wonder if it's not the great great grandma from the one which moved in in summer !  I only hope it doesn't fly around the Christmas tree and Rosie jumping in the tree ! What a disaster this would be !



Arthur's favorite place for the moment is once again the radiator. He sleeps in front or on it, and as I had dried some laundry and put the little cat figurine on the floor, he was happy to have some company.



He (and Pookie) was even more happy when we celebrated our 44th wedding anniversary with Sushis !
While I was preparing the plates he sang his operas and as soon as Mr. G. tried to eat one he was there to ask for his share ! I am not so sure who got more Sushis, the cats or Mr. G ?

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Since August 4, I am on holidays at the Lake Geneva but on the French side together with 2 friends.



The day we left Arthur watched over my luggage and then pawed good bye !

According to Mr. G. who is their kitty sitter, they are all very well and Pookie eats like a horse.



I too overlooking the Lake on the terrace ! Here I am with my friend Dominque who owns a beautiful villa here.

On Friday we return home and probably will find a very spoiled Arthur.