Feline Groovy

Since mentioning I was going to take possession of a pair of (two-year-old, female, one ginger, one tortoise shell) cats, there have been anxious emails hoping that there would be photographs.

No, really.

Sadly, I have had to swap my cameras for the cats. Better than a handful of beans.

Maybe it's one of those social things I don't get, like when people say, "You've had your hair cut."

o mi ghod - that's where the hair all went.

So they are here, and liberated from baskets, and have used the litter tray at least once. Mostly they are ignoring me, and hid by the back door. I have just let them upstairs, or rather into two of the upstairs room, and both have gazed out the back window, and sat on the keyboard. The jingling ball has been ignored. Molly/Marlowe is having a bath. Trixe/Tilda is out of sight.

One minor hissy fit. Not by me.

I suspect an escape party at some point - but I'm guessing that I ought to keep them in for now. They are less than a mile from their old house, and both are prone to roam.


Just a shame that there'll be no photos ( ... )