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Sep. 21st, 2007 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blackberry444It's been a busy week what with one thing and another, especially the cats, who are exhausting me.
Arthur has fitted in as though he's always lived here. Phoebe is gradually unfreezing towards him although I doubt she'll ever be very welcoming but the big surprise is Bramble!
Bramble is utterly fascinated by Arthur and this interest is returned with knobs on. They spend a great deal of the day chasing each other round and round, grappling, boxing and so forth. Every so often Bramble gets him in a half-nelson, Arthur cries piteously, I wade in and break it up and Arthur starts chasing Bramble again. Although Bramble appears to be biting him, no skin has been broken nor blood spilt as yet!
This activity is interspersed with food and kitty-milk binges, followed by an hour's sleep wherever he happens to drop.
It's sooo lovely to have a warm kitten in the house again!
Arthur has been in every room now, except the spare room, the office and the dining room, which are kept closed for the moment. I don't encourage cats in the dining room, and the office is just too much of a mess to risk losing a kitten in there. He finally found his way up to Charles' room this afternoon. When he first arrived he had a little trouble negotiating the stairs. Three days later he's rushing up and down the stairs, skidding round the corners just like Bramble. How one tiny kitten can make so much noise clumping about the house I don't know.
He went into the bathroom this afternoon and disappeared into an tiny space between the wall and the box round the pipes. I had to wait till he got fed up and came out before I could shut the door.
Meal times are a hoot. For the first two minutes they all eat industriously from their own bowls, then a moment later, Phoebe has retired (she doesn't eat much), Bramble is eating Arthur's kitten food and Arthur is eating Phoebe's dinner. It's a bit annoying because kitten food is supposed to feed him all the things he needs, but I simply haven't got the energy to stop them. Bramble seems to like the dry kitten food better than almost anything in the house, except for Polish sausage and bacon fat.
At the moment Arthur's galloping around the room chasing a ball made of crunched up paper - he's such a cheap date!
Charles and I are considering a name change for Arthur. He doesn't show the slightest sign of paying any attention at all when called and we're wondering whether he needs a name with more MBs, Ps or Bs in it to attract his attention. The trouble is that we can't think of an appropriate name. It prolly doesn't help that most of the time I call him Tootles.
Poor John has been to Bristol today. He didn't get home until 10.00 pm and was very tired. The journey down took far longer than he expected and the journey back was even worse, owing to it being POETS day, among other things.
This decided me to do an Internet Asda shop, since Charles is out tomorrow and Sunday and I don't want to wear the poor old boy out taking him shopping. The weather forecast is good for tomorrow, so maybe I'll start on the yard again now that all the rubbish has finally been taken to the tip.
Perhaps I'll leave John in charge of kittens and go to the garden centre to find some shrubs to go into my tubs now, so that they can get established before the Winter sets in. I'll see how we feel tomorrow when I've examined my bank balance!
Arthur has fitted in as though he's always lived here. Phoebe is gradually unfreezing towards him although I doubt she'll ever be very welcoming but the big surprise is Bramble!
Bramble is utterly fascinated by Arthur and this interest is returned with knobs on. They spend a great deal of the day chasing each other round and round, grappling, boxing and so forth. Every so often Bramble gets him in a half-nelson, Arthur cries piteously, I wade in and break it up and Arthur starts chasing Bramble again. Although Bramble appears to be biting him, no skin has been broken nor blood spilt as yet!
This activity is interspersed with food and kitty-milk binges, followed by an hour's sleep wherever he happens to drop.
It's sooo lovely to have a warm kitten in the house again!
Arthur has been in every room now, except the spare room, the office and the dining room, which are kept closed for the moment. I don't encourage cats in the dining room, and the office is just too much of a mess to risk losing a kitten in there. He finally found his way up to Charles' room this afternoon. When he first arrived he had a little trouble negotiating the stairs. Three days later he's rushing up and down the stairs, skidding round the corners just like Bramble. How one tiny kitten can make so much noise clumping about the house I don't know.
He went into the bathroom this afternoon and disappeared into an tiny space between the wall and the box round the pipes. I had to wait till he got fed up and came out before I could shut the door.
Meal times are a hoot. For the first two minutes they all eat industriously from their own bowls, then a moment later, Phoebe has retired (she doesn't eat much), Bramble is eating Arthur's kitten food and Arthur is eating Phoebe's dinner. It's a bit annoying because kitten food is supposed to feed him all the things he needs, but I simply haven't got the energy to stop them. Bramble seems to like the dry kitten food better than almost anything in the house, except for Polish sausage and bacon fat.
At the moment Arthur's galloping around the room chasing a ball made of crunched up paper - he's such a cheap date!
Charles and I are considering a name change for Arthur. He doesn't show the slightest sign of paying any attention at all when called and we're wondering whether he needs a name with more MBs, Ps or Bs in it to attract his attention. The trouble is that we can't think of an appropriate name. It prolly doesn't help that most of the time I call him Tootles.
Poor John has been to Bristol today. He didn't get home until 10.00 pm and was very tired. The journey down took far longer than he expected and the journey back was even worse, owing to it being POETS day, among other things.
This decided me to do an Internet Asda shop, since Charles is out tomorrow and Sunday and I don't want to wear the poor old boy out taking him shopping. The weather forecast is good for tomorrow, so maybe I'll start on the yard again now that all the rubbish has finally been taken to the tip.
Perhaps I'll leave John in charge of kittens and go to the garden centre to find some shrubs to go into my tubs now, so that they can get established before the Winter sets in. I'll see how we feel tomorrow when I've examined my bank balance!
