evil cat - hugleikur dagsson

Nothing to say about this really, apart from it made me laugh, and obviously appealed to my sense of humour!

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the death of frank and louie - the two faced cat

Frank and Louie, the oldest living two faced cat (a sentence you don't hear that often), has passed away in Grafton, Massachusetts at the ripe old age of 15, according to his owner, Martha 'Marty' Stevens. Two faced 'Janus' cats don't usually live longer than a few days, but Frank and Louie was a Guinness World Record holder.
It was certainly very strange looking, and a cat you would probably have to own to love, but l bet that 'Marty' is devastated at the loss.
Information from here.



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a relaxed cat and lolly

It's hard to believe that this is in the middle of a room with a lot of people having loud and drunken conversations in.
The relaxed cat (Archie?) and Lolly, at Louise and Dazzers last week.

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listen to the psychedelic cat!

Pass me my drugs - the cat is sending me telepathic signals

From here

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cat on a bike

There is no way on Gods green Earth that Jacko, our stupid, half blind, snaggly furred, deaf and stinking of piss cat would be able to do this.  I reckon Mowgli (our now dead cat in a box) might have done, as he was up for most things (Not in THAT way).

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morrissey with a cat on his head

Here's something you don't see everyday. Morrissey with a cat on his head (for PETA).

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washing the filth off jacko

Jack, our remaining cat, is now about 22 years old, deaf as a singer in Coldplay, stupid, and pretty decrepit. As she can no longer use the catflap, she now has a dirt tray she pisses over the side of, and she stinks to high heaven on a regular basis.  This was after we gave her a clean up a couple of evenings ago. Scrawny little git.

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the stupid cat in the morning

The only trouble with being off work and then trying to have a lie in, is Jack, our stupid bleeding black and white cat.
She is about 21 years old, pretty death, blind and cronky nowadays. She also sleeps right outside of the bedroom door, and because she is used to the FPO getting up early every morning, she just meows constantly for her food to be put out at that time. It's no good shouting at her to shut up, as she can't hear us, so it's a matter of wearing earplugs or having to get up, trying to resist the temptation to boot her down the stairs for some peace and quiet (the cat, not the FPO). If there was any kind of God, she would have lost her voice, rather than her hearing. Bloody thing.

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louis wain and his cats

The brains a funny old thing.
I have been reading about (and looking at pictures by) Louis Wain, a prolific artist from Clerkenwell, who developed a fondness for cats when his wife fell ill (and later died). He then slowly deteriorated mentally after his mother died, until he was placed into a Mental Hospital in Tooting in 1924 by his sisters.
From there, he was eventually moved to a hospital in Napsbury, thanks to the intervention of prominent figures of the time.
There are arguments about whether he had Schizophrenia or Asperger syndrome, but what is not disputed, is how his cat illustrations became pretty wild and colourful.
They certainly appeal to me (and he taught Peter, his cat, to wear spectacles).
Brilliant.

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wet cats

They just look funny (and so undignified) when they are wet.

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megan and mowgli

Another fine day today. I was at work earlier on and took someone to Megan’s funeral at St Annes in the Village. There were quite a few people there as she was 82 and a lot of people in Catterick Village knew her. It was a bit strange though, as she only had one daughter, and she spoke during the service about trying to be friends with her mother and not succeeding.
I only knew Megan as a nice old lady in the Village, but it was clear that she could be hard on people as well as caring and generous.
I took B up to the front for wine and bread, but had to be extra careful as we had to walk past the coffin which was raised up on a flimsy looking platform, so there was a chance B might have knocked it off. That would have been something to see, but luckily for me (and everybody else), everything was OK.
Also went to get the remains of Mowgli today, as he had come back from the crematorium (not by his own steam of course). Got presented with a paper bag with a box inside, but upon opening the box, discovered a smaller green container with the ashes in, plus a card. It also had Mowgli’s name on it which was a really thoughtful thing for them to do, so top marks to them. Looks like that is where Jacko will be going when he pops it (or beforehand if I keep finding puke).
Not sure where to store Mowgli at the moment, but as long as the box does not get knocked so the ashes spill out, I don’t really mind.
Nozzer might get stuffed.
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mowgli has ceased to be

Unfortunately, Mowgli took a turn for the worse again today and had stopped eating. He also was not weeing, even though his bladder was full, so it was decided it was best to put him to sleep now, rather than waiting and dragging it out.
Took him to the vets this evening and of course he perked up for a few minutes, just to make us feel bad and doubt if we were doing the right thing. Git.
Went ahead with it and it was very peaceful for the old boy. Got him sedated first and then put to sleep, so he didn't struggle or anything. Mind you, when he was sedated, his legs were twitching a bit as though he was back to chasing rabbits again. Most running he had done for a long, long time.
He has now gone off to be cremated at Thirsk, and we are going to keep his ashes afterwards.
Something different to show guests I suppose.
Pretty emotional evening, but at least he is not in any pain now and he didn't suffer.
Going to miss the old boy, even though he was a bit stinky at the end.
Been threatening Jack that he (I know.. it's a she!) will be next on the list if he keeps weeing in Nozzers cage. Got to keep him on his best behaviour.
Nozzer has become more affectionate and started biting me (or maybe he is trying to kill me). Don't know if it's related.
Bloody animals, see what happens when you give them love and affection.

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work and mowgli

Damn! Still at work and having to adjust to being back (not that work is difficult or anything).
Holidays seem a long long time ago, even though I only got back from the last one on 6th November, about two months ago. It feels like a lifetime, and I suppose in a way it is, as one of the people I went with has since died (only a week after the holiday).

Picture of Morocco at the top, only took it about 9 weeks ago and I wish I was still there.

Since dying is now on my mind as well as holidays, a Mowgli update.

He’s been back to the vets and had another injection of antibiotics, but he is only days away from the great kitty litter in the sky.
It seemed as though the vet thought he should have been put down today, but if he does not die at home, he’ll be back to the vets next week for a different injection.

Might see if Jack can be done at the same time in a 2 for 1 deal.

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christmas is over

Well, Christmas is over, I am full of cheese and pickled onions, and l am back to work tomorrow. Damn and double damn!!

Had a good time though, up to Boro to see Robbo and Kerry for Christmas Eve. We all went out for a meal at the Cross Keys then back to their house and stayed the night.

The next day it was off to the FPO's family house in Stockton and then we stayed at Darren and Louise's house, also in Stockton. Back home to open pressies on Boxing Day.

Myself and the FPO met Robbo and Kerry for a meal at the Farmers Arms in Scorton on the 28th and we all went to the Wine bar for a short while afterwards (which was nice!).

Had Rook and Deb round for New Years Eve, back in wintry old Catterick, then everyone went to the Friars head at Aykbar for New Years Day lunch. Party back at ours (with fireworks set of), then everyone buggered off and left us alone.

Hurrah!!

Peace at last.

Apart from........

Mowgli has not been well and has truly lost his marbles. he has pissed on our front door mat, followed us round meowing, sat staring at the radiator for ages, gone pretty death (and blind), and has had gunk coming out of his eyes. Plus an Abscess in his mouth, stinking all the time and sticking his chin out like Jimmy Hill.

The vets have given him an antibiotic injection to see if that helps, but it was a surprise he even came back from the vets today. He definitely won't be celebrating next Christmas, that's for sure, even though we have thought that for the last few years.

Although he is on his last legs (maybe days), it will still be sad when he goes. I will have no-one else to blame the stink on for one thing. Jack will just have to take on those responsibilities.

Back to the vets for him on Wednesday, just seeing what he's like till then.

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animals

Thought l would put these up as l was just sorting some animal pictures out. In

order they are Tubs and Sid (Now an ex Sid), Norrin, Mowgli and Jack. My money is on Mowgli next, unless Tubs starts pining and refusing to eat. Bloody animals (love them really).

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