I have come to the conclusion that my cat is suffering from an obsessive disorder, for reasons unknown he is completely obsessed with a scratching mat.
Fonzie with his beloved
A couple of years ago when he was really still a baby he made a couple of attempts at clawing my couch, this was met with a giant telling off. After the second time I figured that even though he as trees aplenty to sharpen his claws on he may need something else so I bought him a cheap mat.
Now he’s always liked it – mainly for sitting on (out of the whole deck he’ll sit on the mat) but lately he’s gone from a mat fancier to a mat addict. He claws at it and rolls around on it and if he’s pushed it over the side of the deck and you put it back for him he’ll go straight to it
Fonzie and the mat having a moment
It’s an obsession – the only thing he loves more is food. I wonder if there’s some sort of ‘mat anonymous’ for cats.
I have once again returned from the wilds of procrastination and found my way back to my blog. I shall endeavour to blog more in the lead up to Christmas, mainly so I can confuse those of you in the northern hemisphere!
But today is not just a couple of weeks before Christmas; it was this day 2 years ago that I bought home a 9 month old tabby cat from a local animal rescue shelter.
Fonzie on his first day in his new home
The day before I’d gone out to the shelter to look at a cat (who was beautiful but completely feral) and had taken my Mum out with me. There were cats everywhere – it was like a hippy commune for cats but cats have a way of choosing you and this was the case. Mum pointed at a tabby and said ‘That one’s got lovely markings’ at this the woman who ran the shelter picked him up and gave him to me, he promptly put his paws around my neck and hugged me, it was a done deal.
The shelter had called him Fonzie because he was cool but I wasn’t sold, he seemed too hyper and I thought a black cat would suit the name better but enough of my friends said ‘I don’t care what you call him I’m calling him Fonzie’ that there didn’t seem much point in changing his name.
Two years on he’s a full grown cat who definitely thinks he owns the place and that we are just his staff. He’s grown into a really friendly cat who likes meeting most people even if he is a bit of a sexist pig at times.
As I said earlier in the week I’m on house/cat/kitten sitting duty for a couple of days while a friend is out of town.
Now here two adult cats pretty much take care of themselves
Marco looking gorgeous – Nelson didn’t show for a photo
But the three foster kittens are another story. The three kittens obviously need to be kept away from the adult cats so they stay in one room which would be fine but one of them is a mini Houdini. She managed to get out of the room without me seeing and up the hall to the next room where she hid behind the door.
This brief taste of freedom clearly hasn’t been enough for her as she now tries to escape every time I go in or out of the room. But enough of that – here’s the photo’s of the little nippers.
Marco looking gorgeous – Nelson didn’t show for a photo
Well hello people of the blog world! How have you all been? You’re looking fantastic.
Yes, I am blatantly sucking up because I haven’t posted in about two weeks though I have been pretty busy – I finished up my contract where I was working and I spent last weekend down in Wellington meeting up with a bunch of people I know from the internet and having a fantastic time.
Since I’m not currently working I am focusing on polishing my book as much as I can before the end of the month – so of course I’m procrastinating like mad.
To make up for my lack of recent posts I have pictures!
random pansy in the middle of my back lawn
And another one
And Fonzie showing off for the camera
My friend Nicci (former flatmate) sent me a link about a cat who went wandering for three months, which reminded me of the amazing Dorian – the most amazing cat ever.
Dorian the amazing wandering cat
Before I moved into my house I’d been keeping an eye on the SPCA website and there was one cat I kept looking at, one cat who looked like he was meant to come home with me and that was a cat called Smokey. Smokey was beautiful and a real character. Then one day they changed his blurb and said he was getting despondent because all the other cats were going to new homes and he was still there and me being the sucker that I am, I phoned my parents to see if they’d look after him until I moved in about a month.
At the SPCA Smokey and I met and we got on well and we left together and went to my parents where he set about charming them. I wasn’t sold on the name Smokey and my flatmate Amy and I did a quick look for cat names on the internet and quickly decided that Dorian was the perfect name as he was grey, beautiful and just a little bit vain.
Dorian moved to my house the day after I moved in and a few days later he snuck outside. I kept an eye on him but I turned a way for a moment and he disappeared. I searched for him, he was microchipped but no one bought him into the SPCA or a vet and he didn’t come back and eventually I came to the realisation that he wasn’t coming home.
Embarrassed at having lost a cat so quickly, I didn’t want to go back to the SPCA so I found another rescue shelter and bought home the lovely Fonzie. Two weeks after I got Fonzie I was calling him as I hadn’t seen him all afternoon and to my surprise Dorian miaowed back. I don’t know where he’d been but he was in good condition and seemed really pleased to see me. Unfortunately Dorian needed to be an only cat so after a quick call to my parents it was decided he should live with them.
Dorian was very happy at my parents, he got lots of attention from both of them, but late last year he started losing a lot of weight and after trying a few treatments which didn’t work the only option was to have him put to sleep.
Dorian was a really amazing cat – he was just something special, he had a presence and was just the most amazing cat I’ve ever met.