Day 55 - Warm Spot

 

Lockdown Day 55 - The warmest spot in the home in the morning is right here in the kitchen where of course you'll find the cats all lined up trying to get the best spot as you can see Shammy and Princess got there first.

Warm and Snug

 

The cats know how to keep warm in cold wet days like today. Warm and snug, all huddled together in the living room while we too try keep warm on the couch in front of the TV. Ahhh these lazy weekends.

Kiss the Cat

 

Eish, the second work Monday is over, and here I am sitting in the lounge, feet up and surrounded by cats. The one cat Shammy, the worst one on my list of bad cats, now thinks he is my best friend, hence the kissy face. 

Oh just kiss the cat, Jerome.

Have you Forgotten

 

With all the celebrations and our home being like a train station, have you forgotten about us animals? Nope, how can I forget about all our dogs and cats, spiders, and a lizard? Let the week to recovery begin.

Making Friends

How can I even consider making friends with Shammy, a cat that has cost me literally thousands of rands. Yes this cat likes to wee on all things electric, that means the TV, my computer, the toaster, need I say more. Electricity and and cat wee do not like ech other, I have already lost 2 TVs and yet here he is Shammy wanting to make friendss with me. Saddly I think I am a nice guy plus I don't want strive with the missus. 

Cold Cats

Forget about Hot Dogs, this morning a cold wind blew through and the dogs refused to leave their heated dog house and the cats, well the cold cats have to cuddle up where ever they find a warm spot.

Evil Cat

I don’t get to take many photos of this evil cat called Shammy as he is a very timid cat but one that loves marking his territory on electronic goods such as toasters, microwaves, televisions, decoders, computers, plugs and sockets. So evil that I would love to see the back of him but the kind heart of me would stop me from swooping down to his malicious level.

Shammy is starting to get used to me, such as today allowed me to get up close and personal by allowing me to stroke him. A not so purrfect cat but a cat non the less and is part of our home.

How do you wash a Toaster?

Eish, Dael walked into the scullery and found his mom, Lynda, washing the toaster. So how do you wash a toaster? Lynda would answer this question with; easy, just put it in the sink and wash.

Okay a bit of back story is needed explain why and what the heck.

One of Lynda’s cats, Shammy has this nasty habit of spraying on every electronic item he can find, so much so that I would love to get rid of him but Lynda loves him and well, I could never do that to an animal. Anyways, Shammy has wrecked my large screen TV, my computer screen, an external hard drive full of my work and photographs, lots of plugs, and now the toaster. I would have, like the cat simple dumped it but Lynda decided to wash the toaster. Now can we wash the cat too?

Run Free Ali and Little Boy

I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say other than hold Lynda after her traumatic lost this afternoon.

I got a phone call from my neighbour mid afternoon telling me his maid had phoned him and told him that the dogs had killed one of our cats so I dropped everything and rushed home fearing the worse. Chocking back the tears, I phoned Lynda as I was leaving  work and she too rushed home.

Arriving home I found everything eerie quiet, no cats, no neighbour's dogs, and my dogs acting nervous. Three cats where outside Little Boy, Shammy, and Ali, when we left for work this morning but I searched and found none of the cats anywhere so I went to the neighbour’s place to seek out the maid to ask her where our dead cat was but she would not answer the door. Eventually the neighbour’s young daughter answered the door, she must have been sick as she was not at school, she told me that their pack of Jack Russells attacked our cat by our back door and that the maid put the body into a bucket by the door.

Lynda arrived by the time I had walked back to our kitchen door and together we found a poor cat ripped to shreds dead in a bucket. It was so bad that I didn’t even know which cat it was at first and a sobbing broken Lynda had to identify Little Boy. Thankfully the cats that were inside and our dogs were all accounted for but now we started looking for the two missing cats praying hard that they had managed to escape the viciousness of a pack of dogs.

At first I found the one of the cat’s safe zones, all messed up and turned over by a mob of dogs by the look of the patio but no cats, then arriving at the other safe zone I found Ali’s body lying there in the dirt all messed up inside the safe zone. Those %#^@!&^ Jack Russels broke through into the safe zone and poor Ali didn’t stand a chance. Fearing the worst, Lynda and I search and searched for Shammy and nothing.

We buried Little Boy and Ali and then widened our search into the veld around our property. During our widened search area, I spoke to the farmer next door and he said he saw a cat flying like a bat out of hell past him fleeing a large dog commotion on our property inside the cats safe zone and that the cat continued fleeing into the veld. Thankfully this meant that Shammy was alive although not out of the woods yet as the veld is kilometres large and big bad jackals call it home.

Sadly we had to call off our search when it got too dark. Not feeling like supper we battened down the hatches and praying that Shammy was safe as the jackals started howling ever closer. Just after nine o’ clock, Shammy appeared hungry and scared at the window, not knowing that his two brothers were dead. Thank goodness he is safe, and now we live in fear as to who is next, not even my Italian Greyhound dogs are safe from this pack of Jack Russels. Patch is over 90 years old in human terms and as pack instinct goes they love taking out the weakest or the sick first.

Our animals are now locked up inside, prisoners in their own home. Lynda and a neighbour's daughter has been bitten, now two cats have been torn apart by these dogs. Who is next?

Cats in the Tree

What a beautiful morning, birds are tweeting outside in the morning sun, hopping from branch to branch while two cats Shammy and Minky try to get to them by stalking them among the tree’s branches.

Monday Rise and Shine

Ohhhh what a beautiful sunrise to wake up to on a Monday morning. The days are getting shorter and the mornings a bit chillier. With the mist creeping ever closer, winter is coming!

Our Italian Greyhounds are tucked up in bed still and won’t rise until the sun has fully risen and shining down. In the meanwhile our cats eagerly await the first rays of the sun. Here is Shammy and Princess on the patio enthusiastically waiting for the sun’s heat to warm their little bodies.

Three S’s Taking Refuge

With a tropical storm between Madagascar and Mozambique pushing moist air inland, rain has set in. Rain means washing to be hung up to dry inside, the dogs fast asleep in their warm beds, and the cats that prefer being outside try find refuge under the eaves. Here are the 3 S's, Socks, Shadow, and Shammy sitting on top of Anastasiya who was previously called Sophia. What is with all these S's?