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marjory is...

...suffering from a protracted fit of the vagues and stoopids.

(Also referring to herself in the third person, but let's just let that particular fly stick to the wall, eh?)

So here is a picture of the most switched on member of the household, Nocturnal Kitteh. She who simply must investigate all. Like behind the books in the bookcase behind the TV. Cheers, luv!

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Being the epitome of cuteness alongside the many other fine qualities which have thus prevented her becoming a small, fur rug, the Sandy-cat has been out helping dr_mitch put out the rubbish. She does this every week and always with an attitude of extreme determination and self-importance as if she fears that he will do it all wrong without her help.

This I shall remember next time she attacks the couch, mounts a pre-dawn campaign for breakfast, turfs all of the food out of her bowl, spits out her tablets or tries to oust me from my chair.

That cat is cute and only trying to help.
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Kittery II

I've been committing kittery again, as the little (fat) black and white cat came a-calling again. She inhaled a pouch of tuna cat food, refused the dry stuff, tried to get into the house and was generally a daftie.

Then of course she hung around in the garden and kept coming to the window to rub herself against my hand through the glass.

Then the Sandy-cat came down. She was not amused.


The Wife Meets the Mistress.



This picture would be almost cute if a) it was not abundantly clear that both were having a wide-eyed staring contest b) I didn't know that the encounter was accompanied by lots of yowling, back arching, tail twitching and jumping around. Through the double-glazing as I wasn't stupid enough to open the door so they could rumble.

Sandy-cat is now in a neurotic tizz of wanting to go out into the garden to re-scent everything and patrol in case the interloper returns. I am suffering. Lordy!, but I am suffering!

It was only cat food and scritchings, I swear!

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I have just committed kitteh adultery. Would that be 'kittery'?

A small, fat (AFAIK - I mean, I really only see Sandy-cat on a daily basis and she is the Twiggy of the cat world) black and white pussy cat has just left the premises. I don't think she's a stray, or if she is she is sleek enough that she's a new one.

Seriously, she came onto me, mewing through the back window and rubbing herself against the glass. I can't say no to that sort of thing; I never could. I gave in and went out to see what she wanted. Food and scritchings as it turned out. I am a natural minion.

She liked the tuna cat food (they all do in the beginning) and seemed to rather enjoy rubbing herself up against me for ages. She was also trying to get into the house, but that's cats for you.

My own would do her nut if she saw her. She has very particular views concerning other felines. Fur would fly.

Sandy is upstairs sleeping as I type, but she'll be down soon as is usual for this time of the evening. She's going to know. Know I tell you. I can't get all of that scent off...

If you never hear from me again, well... Tell the police to check out the suspiciously large hummock in the litter-tray and that Sandy was not to blame.
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