Some people like animals, and I have to confess that I am one of them.
Where I live my landlady and her brother have had a succession of cats over a long period of years. Until September last year there were three of them. There is Daisy, who's full name is Dirty Daisy Dumpling. She is a tabby sort of thing and five and a half years old. Very sharp creature with a vocal opinion on most things. Quick as a barrel of monkeys and sharp as a box of knives. Catches most of what she eats outside in the woods at the back of the house and occasionally brings little live gifts back home for anyone else to eat. Kind sort of cat. This is a picture of Daisy after she has just updated a web site she was working on. Clever cat at the best of times, and sometimes downright brilliant.
Then there is her twin brother Forest. Full name is Forest Gump. So called because he is very kind and wants to make friends with everyone, but is not the most quick witted cat you have ever seen. In fact, Forest is a bit thick. He thinks a lot, and after a while forgets what he was thinking about and that worries him.
Last week I started to talk to him about Albert Einstein, and that really freaked him out. He just could not get his head around Black Holes and stuff like that. After half an hour of sitting thinking about them he gave up and settled down in the red cat house for a sleep. He does that quiet well really.
Finally there was Willow. I say 'was' because she died in September. She was a long haired American Ragdoll cat, and a bit of a character. In fact not to put too small a point on it, she was a pain the the bum at times. But she did not have a bad nature to her, very demanding but also very easy to read what she was thinking as well. We were all quite sad when she died. This is a picture of Willow resting.
Willow was a great one for ensuring that everyone in the household kept to good time for meals etc. About 6pm each evening she would round people up from the various parts of the house and then go and sit on them to make absolutely sure that they stopped what they were doing and feed her. Not a stupid cat was Willow, not a stupid cat at all.
Where I live my landlady and her brother have had a succession of cats over a long period of years. Until September last year there were three of them. There is Daisy, who's full name is Dirty Daisy Dumpling. She is a tabby sort of thing and five and a half years old. Very sharp creature with a vocal opinion on most things. Quick as a barrel of monkeys and sharp as a box of knives. Catches most of what she eats outside in the woods at the back of the house and occasionally brings little live gifts back home for anyone else to eat. Kind sort of cat. This is a picture of Daisy after she has just updated a web site she was working on. Clever cat at the best of times, and sometimes downright brilliant.
Then there is her twin brother Forest. Full name is Forest Gump. So called because he is very kind and wants to make friends with everyone, but is not the most quick witted cat you have ever seen. In fact, Forest is a bit thick. He thinks a lot, and after a while forgets what he was thinking about and that worries him.
Last week I started to talk to him about Albert Einstein, and that really freaked him out. He just could not get his head around Black Holes and stuff like that. After half an hour of sitting thinking about them he gave up and settled down in the red cat house for a sleep. He does that quiet well really.
Finally there was Willow. I say 'was' because she died in September. She was a long haired American Ragdoll cat, and a bit of a character. In fact not to put too small a point on it, she was a pain the the bum at times. But she did not have a bad nature to her, very demanding but also very easy to read what she was thinking as well. We were all quite sad when she died. This is a picture of Willow resting.Willow was a great one for ensuring that everyone in the household kept to good time for meals etc. About 6pm each evening she would round people up from the various parts of the house and then go and sit on them to make absolutely sure that they stopped what they were doing and feed her. Not a stupid cat was Willow, not a stupid cat at all.
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