Black Doggerel

So I've been catwatching in the mornings, instead of just throwing them their chicks and going to drink my coffee, and now I know why Fat Hamish Kitten is fat and the three girlcats aren't. I throw in four dead day-old chicks and each cat grabs one. The girl cats start playing with theirs, flipping them in the air, batting, mock-killing them before they start eating. Hamish doesn't bother. He grabs one, takes it to the corner cushion and MUNCHMUNCHMUNCH. This morning, he had finished his chick entirely before any of the others had actually started eating theirs.

So instead of leaving him to steal maybe all three of their chicks, I picked him up and took him for a photo-session, and shut the bedroom door so the girls could eat without being mugged by a greedy man cat twice their size.

( Here's Hamish and his belly )

Dear Squish,

It's chicken liver. You know you're going to eat it eventually because you're constitutionally incapable of not eating anything organic you can actually physically swallow, so stop the drama queen routine and just do it. It's not necessary to put it on the floor and watch it for ten minutes first. It's not going to fucking get up and start clucking.

She Who Is Going To Need To Mop Now


Dear Spike,

You know the drill. Once you walk away from it it's Squish's. You weren't eating it anyway so stop it with the growling and drama. Arsehole.

She Who Holds The Squirt Gun



...maybe I'll cook the liver next time. They like it cooked.

New consignment of frozen chicks delivered today, and I immediately put half a dozen in a bowl of hot water in the sink to defrost for the cattens.

( Cassie got impatient... )

( Kittens eating dead chicks! )

x-posted to rawdogs

well, I'm not diabetic. Doctor says it could be a urinary infection (wouldn't I be able to tell?) or possibly thyroid problems. Blood test appointment and antibiotics in case it's the infection thing.

have felt like shit on a stick all day, and the bus ride out there in the heat was ghastly enough before the 498328474 eleven year old schoolkiddies piled in.

...although I have my doubts about them actually being schoolchildren. I think they may actually have been baboons executing a cunning plan to escape from captivity using purloined school uniforms and bus passes. Hard to tell. There were no tails showing but the shrieking, swinging up and down the bus and flinging each other's property about (no poo, but there was a shoe and s football) was a bit of a giveaway.

got home and played with dogs. Cassie is refusing to eat the rabbit I defrosted today. She sometimes does this with the mince; sometimes you get a pack with a lot of fatty bits in it and she doesn't like that. I bought her some fresh herrings while I was out. Let's see if she likes those.

am now going to take my headache and lie down. ugh.

Edited to add: Cassie fell on the raw herring and tore into it like Homer Simpson on a pizza. YAY!

Dead day-old chick gets the Cassie seal of approval

Best cat toy EVAR!!!

(Don't click the link if small dead things will bother you, 'kay? Though the second pic also contains small live fascinated fuzzy baby predators)

Don't know yet if she's actually going to eat it or not. The dogs wouldn't, though they were both fascinated. But if she didn't balk at whole chicken drumsticks she'll probably eat it when she's completely finished playing with it.

Yeah, it's another cat-based post. Forgive me. This is still a bit of a novelty. The urge to chronicle every bowel movement and twitch of her whiskers will wear off soon enough, I'm sure.

The good news: I found someone doing low-cost local spays. That'll be my first call tomorrow morning then. Fingers crossed, people!

The other good news: She ate half a raw chicken wing this morning, and we spent two hours this afternoon with all four of us snuggled on my bed together. Cassie was sprawled on her back, relaxed and purring, with Spike's nose two inches away from her. She still growls and wallops any dog that moves too fast or gets too intrusive, and the dogs still do that, but we're doing much better than I expected so soon. I didn't get pictures this afternoon, but I do have a few:

( Cat pics, dog pics and at least one dog + cat pic! )

Cassie's breakfast was half a dish of canned Whiskas (they left me two cans when they dropped her off) and half a dish of minced raw rabbit, presented in two side by side heaps instead of all mixed together.

She ate the rabbit and left the Whiskas. I love this cat. She even ate the raw green tripe I gave her yesterday. Tomorrow we'll see if she fancies a chicken wing.

Spike continues to be in her face and obnoxious whenever I'm not actually standing there stopping him. He's lucky his reactions are quick enough to pull his nose back out of claw range.