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Post by stuhuggett on Aug 23, 2006 17:04:07 GMT 1
We keep finding Leia hiding in all sorts of new places at the moment. I assume she's gone out wandering, then all of a sudden I go to do something like move my towel from where it's been drying, or look in a kitchen cupboard for a saucepan, or get into the bathroom to have a wash, and it's "Miaow Miaow Miaow!" Luke, on the other hand, is usually waiting downstairs to run out the front door when I get in, or is otherwise getting under my feet and trying to climb up my legs wherever I go in the house. They're both shadowing me in the lounge at the moment, waiting for food no doubt.
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Post by the colonial on Aug 23, 2006 23:49:29 GMT 1
Tuesday keeps projectile vomiting around the house when Melinda is at work. Lenix is always finding new and interesting ways to get me to feed him at 5am - bastard! At least he doesn't shit in the bath anymore - because i keep the door closed! ha ha 1 nil lenix do you hear me. I read a book that said that cats are not vindictive, this is untrue.
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Post by stuhuggett on Sept 18, 2006 20:40:41 GMT 1
Leia and I inadvertantly sung a duet in the kitchen earlier. I was cooking, and singing 'Loving You' (never a good idea, obviously), whereas she wanted some milk. Her timing was perfect:
"La La La-La La. La La La-La La. La La La-La La, La-La, La-Laa Laa-Laa. Do-Do Doo Do-Dooh..." "Miaow!"
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Post by mooominmama on Oct 7, 2006 6:58:38 GMT 1
being new to chicken keeping i was quite concerned about one of my feathered friends today as it began banging around in the chicken house/disused coal bunker. we had a short discussion (me and dolbear that is, not me and the chicken) and decided we were sufficiently concerned that i should speak to the person that i got the chickens from... thank goodness i doubled checked cos all she was doing was laying the lovely egg i had for my tea... can you imagine the conversation?
me: the chickens a bit wierd?!? she: it was laying an egg!!!!
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Post by mooominmama on Oct 8, 2006 5:39:02 GMT 1
2nd egg today...golly! my life really is a non-stop rush of excitements!
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Post by stuhuggett on Oct 8, 2006 10:55:22 GMT 1
Do the chickens always lay at six o'clock in the bloody morning, or do you all operate on a different time-zone in Scilly anyway?
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Post by caroline on Oct 23, 2006 13:36:58 GMT 1
Another cat just came onto our balcony to pick a fight with Charlie- cheeky little fucker!
The C-Man was L.I.V.I.D. And of course, being the neurotic I am, I rushed out there and chased it off, rather than leaving him to sort it out for himself- can you get therapy for cats, do you think?
"Ven do you think these feelinks of inadequacy and impotence began, Mr Huggett?"
"Mew?"
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Post by stuhuggett on Nov 26, 2006 20:56:56 GMT 1
November Sundays are rather dull, and by the evening even the cats have turned to petty crime... Here's Luke, having just stolen my furry jacket from off the radiator: Meanwhile, Leia decides to steal Carrie's Grifter:
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Post by caroline on Dec 6, 2006 17:19:18 GMT 1
I was sitting on the bed this morning when the C-man (fresh from the litter tray- remember this bit kids, it's important...) came tearing into the bedroom, did a couple of quick circuits of the room, bouncing off the walls, bed and me, and then tore off again. "I wonder what's got into him?" I wondered to myself, as I headed off to have my bath. All became clear afterwards, when I stepped - with my bath-fresh bare feet - on the dangleberry left on the carpet that he'd been running around trying to dislodge. Unrelated, can I interest anyone in a small ginger cat?
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Post by stuhuggett on Dec 7, 2006 23:04:07 GMT 1
The same thing happened to me when I was younger, and Michael & I were staying round Nick Duggan's house. Doing that One-leg-in-the-sink, One-leg-on-the-floor Wash is quite tricky!
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Post by alfie on Dec 8, 2006 8:57:37 GMT 1
My Bessie spends most of her time on our bed and won't move. Even when we are having sex, she just turns the other way!
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Post by stuhuggett on Dec 8, 2006 11:41:10 GMT 1
My cats are actually quite polite when I've got people staying-over now. They'll sleep elsewhere, and only put their heads round the door when it's nearing breakfast time. Bless.
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Post by stuhuggett on Dec 15, 2006 14:27:04 GMT 1
It's vaccination-booster time for the cats this evening, oh joy! I gave both of them their flea-treatment the other day, which seemed to have a primary effect merely of making any fleas jump off the cats and onto my legs instead. That's our house though: living on the Frontline.
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Post by caroline on Dec 15, 2006 16:19:19 GMT 1
Maybe you should get someone to Frontline you?
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Post by caroline on Dec 15, 2006 16:30:12 GMT 1
Charlie surpassed himself yesterday- I bent over to plug in the Christmas tree lights, and he leapt onto my shoulders, all twenty claws extended.
I had been wearing a big fuzzy jumper, but had taken it off as I was too hot, leaving a vest top, and therefore lots of exposed back and shoulder for him to climb on.
I've never actually heard flesh tear before, but tear it did, as around a stone of cat slid down my back, grappling in an attempt to regain his balance.
I will be showing the scars at various locations around the local area this weekend- the proceeds of which will go towards declawing the little fucker. Or at the very least, buying him some mittens! Owwwwwwieeee...
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Post by stuhuggett on Dec 15, 2006 17:20:52 GMT 1
Talking of scratches and scars, it's now time for me to get Luke & Leia in the cat baskets... Later, maybe....
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Post by the colonial on Dec 15, 2006 18:50:06 GMT 1
Charlie is too old to de-claw. The ginger cats are always the craziest. Nino whom i used to live with was the moct vicious ginger cat ever. I have the scars to prove it. Have you removed his balls? Do you cut his claws regularly? A different cat food may slow him down.
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Post by caroline on Dec 15, 2006 19:13:53 GMT 1
Hey Nick. I wouldn't dream of declawing the boy really (although paradoxically had no problem removing his balls- not personally, I should probably add!). It's not him being vicious, it's more a desire to be 'up'- he tends to treat us as stepladders, or transport, and doesn't realise that he's getting a bit too big for it... He's only a year old, though- I don't think I could - or would want to - slow him down. Although if you'd asked me yesterday when I was swearing and examining my bleeding shoulders in the mirror, I would probably have given you a very different answer!
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Post by the colonial on Dec 16, 2006 19:45:04 GMT 1
Maybe you should cover yourselves in cooking oil so he just slides off? Or get him some stilts?
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Post by stuhuggett on Dec 16, 2006 19:52:36 GMT 1
Walkways and scaffolding.
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Post by the colonial on Dec 16, 2006 21:36:58 GMT 1
You could velcro the walls
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Post by mooominmama on Dec 31, 2006 10:37:14 GMT 1
extraordinarily strong winds blew the chickens house over and they were trapped inside overnight... ooops...
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Post by carrie on Dec 31, 2006 18:47:41 GMT 1
oh poor chickens.....looking forward to seeing you soon x
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Post by stuhuggett on Jan 2, 2007 13:37:24 GMT 1
They probably wouldn't have liked it much if they'd ventured outside in those winds though...
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Post by mooominmama on Jan 2, 2007 20:44:38 GMT 1
hey two eggs in one day!!! might have to start shaking the house around a bit every night... only joking ...i think...
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Post by Michael on Jan 2, 2007 22:26:56 GMT 1
Charlie cat plucked and ate one of my chest hairs this morning. It felt wrong.
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Post by stuhuggett on Jan 4, 2007 13:26:36 GMT 1
Ew, it is wrong!
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Post by mooominmama on Jan 4, 2007 16:16:09 GMT 1
one of the chickens ate its own egg today,thats definitely wrong
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Post by stuhuggett on Jun 13, 2007 16:33:59 GMT 1
How come Luke & Leia get Myspace Friend Requests from American nude models and I don't? I reckon they're going online while we're asleep...
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Post by carrie on Jun 13, 2007 19:05:43 GMT 1
tom did a funny thing earlier....oh sorry wacky pets. wrong thread.
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