Rose Tree

 

Oky, okay, I know the title is a little deceptive. This is not a rose tree but our cat Rosy up in a tree. This tree, is a cabbage tree and was Minky's favourite with awesome views out into veld and now it looks like both Paddy and Rosy have discovered it.

Cap Naps

 

Yesterday was busy, we had lots of family over, and now we are all pooped out. I opened my eye sometime late in the morning and found Minky and Rosy both snuggled on our bed, enjoying their cat nap with us. Oh well, nothing much else to do but go back to sleep. 

Eina

Eina little Rosy. On Saturday, when Rosy returned from her night of running in the wild, I noticed this deep gash in her right front foot. Eish what could I do for the poor little kitty tat. Tonight she allowed me to touch her foot while she was distracted with eating her supper. 

Rose Petal

I just can't shake this bug, I have a raw throat and a post nasal drip that is irritating me. I just came home after work and just crashed. Rosy joined me and sometime in the evening I woke with a start that I didn't take my photo for the day, and there was Rose Petal lying at my feet. 

Sleeping Beauties

It is wet rainy Friday morning and my 2 sleeping beauties are having a wonderful sleep in. The year is about over and catching up on sleep hours is all important. Lynda and Rosy are enjoying the cool air after the first 3 days of this week as searing heat sapped our energies.

Kitten in the Mist

Oh well this is not the Friday you've been waiting for. Rosy our youngest cat has always been so fascinated when I put on the fan humidifier on especially when I disconnect the pipe that leads from the humidifier to the fan, then mist just pours out at her level, and well she sometimes puts her head ride into the middle trying to figure where the mist is coming from.

Feed me Human

Monday morning and I woke up to this... "Feed me human!" Oh my word that look that Rosy is giving me while I sit in bed doing my Quiet Time. I better just give her what she wants, or I will never hear the end of it plus it is very un-nerving having this cat just looking at me in this way. 

Sad Kitty

"Why do you look so sad, little kitty?"

Oh I am so sorry Rosy, but you are putting of so much weight that I am afraid that you are getting too fat which is why I am trying to cut down of your continuous eating. It is not healthy to have a fat cat so just for a little while you can be a sad kitty. Just know that I loves you even though you are a cat.

The Kiss

Who remembers the Shoop Shoop song, it's in his kiss, that's where it is, in the kiss. Yeah River Song and Rosy show how it is done, in the dog and cat kiss. This is like Romeo and Juliet, the 2 are sneaking a kiss without any of the other dogs and cats seeing. Uhmmm but I saw, them.

Does he love me, I want to know

How can I tell if he loves me so

Is it in his eyes, oh no you'll be deceived

Is it in his eyes, oh no you'll make believe

If you want to know, if he loves you so

It's in his kiss

That's where it is, oh yeah

It is in the kiss!

Whats left?

I am struggling to get on top of this man flu. I feel well till about mid afternoon when it hits me again. I think it is about this time that the meds wear off and since I don't want to overdose I have to wait till evening to take some more.

Today at lunchtime, I decided to go take a cat nap and hopefully feel right as rain. I had just put my head on the pillow and closed my eyes when I heard someone drilling. What?

No one should be home, unless my tenant is home and drilling but why should she? So annoyed, I sat up and was about to go investigate the source of the sound which would not allow me to even have a cat nap, when I heard the noise coming from my feet. There was Rosy holding onto a dove about the same size by the throat and the drilling noise was her growing to warn all the other cats who had circled her to back off.

By the time I got her to release the poor dove, there was nothing I could do but discard of the remains. Naughty kitty. I suppose this is how I feel, just a bunch of feathers, that is all, just a memory of myself.

Cat in a Box

The Queen Pineapple, Rosy loves playing in boxes, and when one presented itself on the kitchen counter, it become a perfect opportunity to ambush other cats as they came closer to see what dad is cooking for supper.

Okay what is daddy cooking for supper, uhmmm chicken pie, meouw.

Shaking

"Oh no, please no more cat posts, especially when you catch me waking up after a lovely warm afternoon nap", cried Rosy.

It has been raining now nearly every day, and my garden is getting a good soaking. In weather like today, the cats tend to stay indoors, sleeping the hours away. Here is Rosy, our youngest cat who is about 4 months old, shaking the sleep out of her eyes.

Hang Ten

With all the parties behind us, it is now to start the year off in earnest as I hang ten my toes over the abyss that I find myself at. Rosy knows just what to do in times like this, why it is a perfect time for a cat nap, don’t you think?

Finish Now

The year must finish now. We all shopped out from too many visits to the busy malls, although Matthew and I still have to go together to get his Christmas gifts. The reason that he hasn’t gone yet is that he has been doing a holiday job at Custom Couches. Manual labour can be quite tiring but thankfully tomorrow is his last day till next year.

Rosy shown above is too pooped, as the days are getting hotter and outside Matthew is playing with the doggies which get a little ruff for little kittens.

Ultra Dog

Ultra Dog? Is this a way to get past Gary’s anti cat posts? I suppose so as this post should have been called Ultra Cat not Dog, where is the dog? Anyways it was time to take Minky, Paddy, and Rosy to the vet for their routine checkups, vaccinations, rabies, and de-worming but somehow both Minky and Paddy got to hear about the planned trip to the vet and did a disappearing act. Fortunately kitten Rosy hasn’t been that often, this being her 2nd visit, and did not know what was in stall.

The vet Andrea is not as scary as the drive in the car. Wow what a sing song Rosy gave the whole 2km drive. Once there Rosy was back to her inquisitive self but moaning as soon as the car started for the drive back home.

Cutenessed Out

I am all cutenessed out. Is that a word, never mind it is now, cute ness ed, past tense of cuteness, in other words no more cuteness left in me. We all had a late night last night, the cats and I, Lynda slept through it all. Having a puppy waking up at 2 in the morning to get the cats all worked up aren’t cute any more. It is like having a new born baby in the home.

Barely keeping awake as I catch up on work, the cats have the same idea. Mid afternoon, I look to the couch in my office and see Rosy fast asleep. Nodding off at my desk, I decide that I too shall have a cat nap. Half an hour later, I woke up to find Minky curled up next to me, keeping watch while I sleep. Now where's my coffee?

Getting her Shots

Okay it was not easy coming up with a name for this scruff muffin, well she is a beautiful calico and scruffy just didn’t do any justice. One of our limiting factors was that it should be a name is easy for the vets to spell as we didn’t want to have to spell Gallifrey or even worse Galadriel.

Yesterday was our deadline as today the little mite had to go the vets for her first shots. Having rescues we are big on being up to date with vaccinations and sterilisations. So the name we finally settled on was Rose and then it became Rosy to match Maxy, Minky and Paddy.

Now with that out of the way, this morning on our way to see Dr Andrea at Silverfields Veterinary Clinic it was meow meow all the way but once there Rosy was all alert with the unfamiliar surroundings. Rosy was good taking her vaccinations and deworming tablets but when it came to trimming those sharp little craws of hers, that is when she became a banshee.

I said No

For the record I said “No”, when Bradley mentioned that a 5 week old kitten called Squirrel needs a new home since its current owner’s dogs are actively hunting the poor little creature. Well when it comes to cats, the cat lady in my life has the final say even if I am actively trying to whittle the number of rescue cats down in favour of more Italian Greyhounds.

So yesterday, this little adorable scruff muffin arrives much to my and the rest of the resident cat’s annoyance. I mean hissy fits and arched backs are in endless supply when any other cats come to greet the fiesty new kitten.

So now we are looking for a new name for this beautiful dilute calico girl, any suggestions? My choices so far are Arwen, Galadriel, Gallifrey, Hoshi, Sarasa, or even Tobi mi-ke.

Rosy

We have a new lady in the office cleaning. Rosy did an awesome job getting my cubicle back to working order after bouncing off the padded walls. These dark grey padded walls are starting to close in on me from all sides and the only thing I could do to escape was a power nap. Oh yes, I just found out the only good thing about a padded cubicle is that power naps can happen in peace and quiet. Well peaceful that is until Rosy turns on the dragon of a vacuum cleaner.