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Ten on Tuesday

No, not the popular blog meme, but TerraCat.   Happy Birthday Big Mog!

Face painting

Since Osca's been ill, he's been having Whiskas (as well as Terra's chicken, and biscuits and treats - he has become a right little pig). 

Terra isn't allowed Whiskas because it makes him itch and does dodgy things to his digestive system.  But it must smell really nice to him, and he is sneaky.  Fortunately I can tell if he's been snaffling at Osca's dish, because he digs his nose into the jelly. 

You are so busted, mister.

And it took me a while to figure out just why he looks so funny like this.  You know, when kids get their face painted, to look like a cat and they get a big round black nose and whiskers?  That's what this photo reminds me of - my cat pretending to be a cat, with a big black cat nose ...

325. Good thing it's a three-seater

233. The cuddle brothers

Terra likes to make out that he can't stand the scent of his "brother", but I'm not that convinced.  Maybe he's mellowing out in his old age.  Wish he'd stop "shouting" at me then ...

228. Cat art

After yesterday's installation piece, imagine my delight to discover a fresh new work this morning:

I'm so lucky to have cats who appreciate yarn for its decorative qualities.  Aren't I ...?

153. FO: Wisteria

I bet you wish you had a Blocking Cat too.  Details on Ravelry here ...

137. Room for three

Maybe if I squeezed into the middle?  It's a cat's life, eh?

121. A mouser

Today the youngest son came of age.  It's been two long years but he has finally graduated from toy mice with fake fur and a rattle-y noise (under right paw in photo above) to the real thing.

I don't have a photo of this momentous occasion but I do have this image imprinted in my mind.   Osca, dropping the mouse in his mouth, almost treading on it then looking up at me in confusion, as at the same time, the mouse, stunned and too scared to run away yet, stared at me also, from directly between the front paws of his would-be captor.  A perfect tableau of cat and mouse.

And then the spell was broken, and the mouse ran and hid, and foolishly squeaked and the cat chased and stalked and pounced and caught, then let go and tormented, as cats do.

And I?  I rushed to close the door because, while it might have made a fantastic cat game, I only want toy mice in this house, thank you very much.

46. Simon's cat

So like life in this house (except for the football, of course).

21. It's "all go" round here

I wish I were a cat.