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Bella The Blue Merle Collie.

  We went off to West Wales to the Presceli Mountains today to visit old friends, intending to go for a bracing walk in the beautiful rugged countryside. Then the gales and rains came in torrents, so we stayed in, eating lovely home-cooked food and sharing delighful conversation. I had itchy fingers and really wantedContinue reading “Bella The Blue Merle Collie.”

Central Heating Broke! But The Cats Are Alright!

Disaster. Central heating malfunction. In the middle of winter. At the weekend. Freezing cold, pouring with rain. Had to go out to buy food, got soaked, couldn’t dry anything when we came home. We’ve battened down the hatches, drawn the heavy curtains, huddled in one room with an electric heater and filled some antique stonewareContinue reading “Central Heating Broke! But The Cats Are Alright!”

A Biro, A Boiler and Two Cats.

Every cat I’ve shared my life with has loved our large central heating boiler. It’s a massive floor-standing one with plenty of space for a cat and toaster on the top and one or two cats on chairs and stools in front of it. Here’s a drawing I did a few years ago of myContinue reading “A Biro, A Boiler and Two Cats.”

Cat On A Rucksack On A Blanket On A Footstool

This drawing had to be done! Little one-eyed Ming the Merciless, our fluffy Tortoiseshell [Calico] cat, doing her ‘Princess and the Pea’ stuff again earlier today, dossing on top of a large packed rucksack that had been left on top of a large, well-stuffed leather pouffee that was covered with a thick fleecy blanket. AnyContinue reading “Cat On A Rucksack On A Blanket On A Footstool”

Scribbling Kitties

  Sometimes it’s nice just to scribble. I normally have a very structured approach to drawing; very analytical and finished. Now and again it’s good to loosen up and have a scribble. One day I was sitting an exhibition at elysium gallery and I started scribbling randomly in a tiny sketchbook. The scribbles built upContinue reading “Scribbling Kitties”

The Celtic/Welsh May Cat, Y Gath Mis Mai

Sparta, our two-year old tortoiseshell [calico] cat is simultaneously a tiny, sweet, adorable, cuddly little kitty and a rampaging murderous scourge of anything smaller than her that moves. Worse than that, she brings her prey into the house. People tell us she’s bringing us ‘presents’ but you know, I’d rather go without her little gifts.Continue reading “The Celtic/Welsh May Cat, Y Gath Mis Mai”

Cwtching computer cat

It’s funny how cats choose their people. All the cats that have lived with us have preferred one more than the other. Little Ming has been Melvyn’s cat from the start; she follows him around and she’s especially clingy when he’s using his computer. She rolls about on his PC keyboard and pushes in betweenContinue reading “Cwtching computer cat”

A Little Black Panther and Pavlov’s Humans

Our lovely black tomcat, Bola, died a couple of years ago at the age of 19. He was an enormous sleek neutered tom and he looked like a scaled down black panther but he had the sweetest personality and loved food. He was a bit of a gourmet and I know you’re not supposed toContinue reading “A Little Black Panther and Pavlov’s Humans”

My Cat’s New B.F.F. – the Kettle.

We have a big boiler in the kitchen and for the past seventeen years it was ruled by Bobbit, our recently deceased tortoiseshell [calico] queen. It’s been five weeks now since she died and in the past week Ming the Merciless, our next oldest cat, has grabbed the space and made it her own. ForContinue reading “My Cat’s New B.F.F. – the Kettle.”