Hope you are all well and have a great day. Happy new year to everyone!
I came across an old video of Dior the other day; it’s the video of her doing her most favourite thing… suckling on her fluffy blanket.
As you all know Dior is sadly no longer with us, but while she was, she got a great deal of comfort from her fluffy blanket and her ‘Dior’ teddy. I’ve mentioned before about what she used to do with the blanket and teddy. She would paw at it, stepping on and off, purr really loudly and suckle on the arms of the teddy or a patch on the fluffy blanket. She loved it and was just like a proper baby. Our baby! I wanted everyone to see how cute she is when she is doing her comforting thing so I thought I would upload a video.
Here is a video of Dior in her suckling action.
Helllllooooooo everyone… Hope all is good good good 🙂
Last Sunday Eleanor and I walked into our bedroom to see what the kitties were upto to find them completely snuggled in together, cuddling with their paws round each other. This is the first time in a long while we have seen them sleeping like this, but it seems to be a regular occurance since they had their time away in the cattery for a week, i think that has made them bond and become best of friends.
We took some pictures of the funny cute pair sleeping…
So as we walked in the bedroom this is what we saw… Angel still half asleep just being a nosy girl as usual, Diesel fast asleep still being a lazy bum!
This is from the other side of the bed, Diesel still flat out, Angel with head up listening to the camera click… hahaa
Close up of the two precious ones asleep, Angel still listening to what we are doing with head up, but asleep, Diesel hasnt moved, still fast asleep because he is a lazy bum 🙂
Pair of little cuties i reckon, what do you guys think?? Hope you guys have a very nice and happy Wednesday… i will be at work, as usual 😉 x
Good Morning to all the bloggers of the world.
I was browsing my old posts on my blog the other day from when i first set my blog up and came accross this one, with this having no likes, comments and views i thought i would repost it and share it again now that Its a Pussy Cats Life has more followers and viewers.
To any other cat lovers / owners out there, I would love to know how your cat shows you affection and love.
To me and Eleanor there is a mixture of things our cats do.
For Diesel, he loves to sit on the kitchen bench waiting for his breakfast, squint his beautiful bright green/yellow eyes and head butt you, yes head butt! This actually hurts sometimes, but it is so rewarding. When you get the initial butt you also get a lovely soft head rub, he is so cute, and at the same time he is purring like a trooper & squeaking. This is a regular morning thing when we feed him.
Before Dior died she never used to sit on the kitchen bench much but her way of saying she was hungry for breakfast would be to stick her extra long tail in the air and give a little quiet meow. She would walk in and out of our legs in a figure of 8 and if we bent down to give her a little stroke she used to jump into the air on her 2 back paws and rub her face on our hands. Very cute!
For our little Angel, she always likes to be the centre of attention, given the little madam she is turning out to be just lately. Her way of showing affection is to almost bah like a little baby lamb, she loves to rubher head on your bare feet and give them the occasional lick. If she is just after cuddles which is every 30 mins or so (she is a demanding little lady) she will walk all over me and Eleanor whilst we are watching the soaps and walk from lap to lap, chest to chest, she can never decide who to sit with, but when she has made her mind up, she curls up and buries her little head in our arm pit. She is very pretty and such a little baby!
Happy Saturday to all my lovely bloggers, and if you havent done yet, please check out yesterdays blog and see if you have been nominated in the Super Sweet Blogging Award 😀 Have a fab weekend…
We have spoken on here before about Diesel and his morning routine. It never changes, as soon as he sees our eyes open, he wants his breakfast. He is so cheeky! We often trip over him because he gets under our feet if we don’t feed him when he wants it – he can be very demanding but he is well worth it at the same time.
Diesel and Angel both have ceramic Garfield food/water bowls… I am sure most of you know who Garfield is? If not – click the link to see who GARFIELD is – Garfield is a cheeky greedy chap much like our Diesel. We thought these bowls were really cute, so they each have 3 bowls, one for water, one for meat and one for dry mix.
Their bowls are never empty always have dry mix and water to see them through the day until tea time. Diesel looks forward to his breakfast; he will usually have a trout and spinach Felix pouch on a morning and Angel likes her sardine and tomato one.
I caught this snap shot of Diesel showing how much he enjoys his breakfast on a morning – tongue to prove it…
A couple of blogs ago I mentioned Diesel and his unique secret strips.
He is a black cat with chocolate brown stripes running through him that you can only see when in the sunlight.
For those of you who wanted to see some more shots of Diesel in all his stripy glory I managed to catch one this other morning in the sunlight at around 6:30am whilst he was asking for his breakfast.
What do you think? He is beautiful isn’t he? Ive made this picture nice and big so you all get the real effect of this beautifully handsome boy!
The things I often laugh at on these lovely pictures of our boy are his lips. His nickname is ‘leather lips’ because his lips are black in colour and look like leather… He often has his mouth half open looking a little dumb and funny. He’s cute though.
I don’t know if I have mentioned where my Diesel and Angel tend to sleep on a night but here is the low down.
Every night since Diesel and Angel were kittens they have either slept in the bed with Eleanor and I or above our pillows on their own pillow on a fluffy blanket. Their routine has never ever changed, they religiously wait until we get in bed and then they get on their beds every night. Once they have their bed they dont move nearly all night.
If we havent put the fluffy blanket on their pillows above ours they will not go on their beds (they look at the pair of us as if to say ‘and wheres the fluffy blanket at mum, you dont honestly think we are going to lay there do you?’) LOL
If Eleanor and i watch a little television before hitting the hay and have our pillows up in the comfy sit/lay position (whereby the cats can not have their bed) the cats will walk all over the bed, on both bedside tables, chat to us, walk all over our legs, tummy and chest, lay in different places for all of 10 seconds and generally make a complete nuisance of themselves, the minute we move and allow them on their beds they are then happy as larry and will not move for a good 6 hours purring away and smiling.
Do your cats have some awkward places which are their night-time beds?
We love our cats in or on the bed with us sleeping together, we wouldnt have it any other way, other than possibly not above our pillows as it can be a pain sometimes. But we cant get them out of their habbit, its where they settle automatically and where they have done since they were only 8 weeks old. Some people find it disgusting and to allow animals on their bed. Everyone has their own opinions and views on this. Whats your views on this?
Here is a picture of the beautiful Angel in her element on her ‘night-time’ bed.
Happy Monday to all my lovely bloggers, and a massive apology for not getting the chance to post this any sooner. Hope everyone has had a lovely weekend with lovely weather and happy times. It seems both mine and Eleanors lives are really testing at the minute with work and our voluntary positions that it is leaving us very little time for anything else. I am hoping to keep the blogs up if not daily then every other day for now until we jet off to Gran Canaria for 10 days 🙂 which is going to be nothing but a chill out restful holiday for us.
As you all know Diesel is a plain all black British shorthair cat. He has the tiniest patch of little white hairs under his chin (chest area) and one (yes one) white hair that grows about 3 times longer than the rest of his hairs on his chin!
He is so cute and sweet. To look at Diesel you would assume he is a pure black cat. When you get up close you notice the little white odd hairs which he has had since a baby.
But he has an even bigger secret. When Diesel lays in the sunshine he is a stripy cat. Almost like a tabby cat. He is black and chocolate brown. The picture below shows this a little (however he was only half in the sunshine), I will try to capture some more which you can see better and add these at a later date, but isn’t he a beauty. He is such a little sweetie too.
This morning Diesel gave Eleanor and I a number of head butts when asking for his breakfast. A few bloggers have mentioned that this is a black cat thing, do you agree? I know Diesel is the only cat I have ever had who does this, Angel just tends to talk to me and do a figure of 8 in my legs for her breakfast.
For a quick snack Eleanor and i sometimes have some batchelors noodles (bbq beef flavour). from an early age Diesel has always been really interested in these noodles. He watches us eating them, loves to have a good sniff and the occasional lick.
We gave him one to try the other day and he gobbled it up and wanted more. Obviously we know this is not cat food and will not become a regular occurrence but we were astounded that he enjoyed them and actually purred louder asking for more, sitting on his two back feet with his front paws up (that must be his way if saying please).
I caught some snaps of him and his strange fascination and crave for these batchelors bbq beef noodles…
This is Diesel waiting for his noodle…
… Diesel with his tongue out enjoying his noodle – wanting more…
… Diesel gobbling up his last bit if noodle, clearly enjoying sharing his mummy’s snack 🙂
This is a story from when my Diesel was only a little kitten. It was winter of 2009 and there was snow approximately 3 feet deep covering most of the UK. Eleanor and I had set off for work for the day. Eleanor got to her job fine, I however never. There was no buses running to where I work (as I work out of town) and I was unable to get there. There were a lot of people in my position in my workplace. I had no alternative but to take a flexi day of leave from work. With this in mind I headed home to spend the day at home, I was quite pleased, I called this my ‘Snow Day’…
When I returned home I was greeted by my little Diesel, he was only a kitten at the time. A little black lanky boy. But he was gorgeous. I had this whole day to myself so I thought I would get some odd jobs done around the house that I didn’t get done over the weekend. So I planned to do a bit of a spring clean and then my rather growing pile of ironing. I had only moved into my new home 3 months prior to my snow day so everything was brand new.
I got my cleaning out of the way, and then I started on my ironing. Half way through my ironing I needed some more water to put in the iron, I left the iron on, and went into the kitchen to fill the jug up. I heard a massive bang and clatter and immediately ran into the lounge (where I was ironing) where I seen Diesel scarpering out of and found he had jumped on the ironing board and knocked the iron (heat plate first) onto my brand new carpets. I was mortified. I shot over to pick the iron up, the damage was already done. I was in floods of tears and Diesel knew he had done something wrong. I followed Diesel to show him what he had done and he was hiding under the duvet and his tail was all bushed out like a racoon because he had scared himself.
After the initial shock I realised I couldn’t afford new carpets and I was gutted that it was ruined. My mum came over and said its ok a nice rug will cover it. The following day, I returned home from work and my mum had sneakily let her self in and bought me a new rug and put it down to hide the burn. I was really pleased, the rug has stayed and you can’t tell that the burn was ever there.
Diesel has never been near the iron or the ironing bored since. Words of wisdom in this story are NEVER leave your iron on and in a room with a hyper kitten.