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Post by nightowl on Feb 3, 2009 11:05:31 GMT
Mine too does the cube-licking thing, so gets his mashed up in the jelly too ;D His latest trick is to eat the nearest half of the saucer, then sit whinging and lookin pathetic til I move the dish round so he can reach the rest!  |
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Post by MamIDdau on Feb 3, 2009 13:58:38 GMT
Ours used to do that. I'm going to have to put ours back onto wet food I think, Toffee is getting huge because she's just eating whatever dried food she likes. Schmickles and Pudding are looking fed but not overweight so I'm worried about them losing weight with Toffee.
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Post by Missredhead on Feb 3, 2009 16:54:22 GMT
Mine too does the cube-licking thing, so gets his mashed up in the jelly too ;D His latest trick is to eat the nearest half of the saucer, then sit whinging and lookin pathetic til I move the dish round so he can reach the rest! I noticed that you said HE in this NO.......typical lazy male then is he?  |
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Post by Essexgirl on Feb 4, 2009 8:09:40 GMT
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Post by oldmoleskins on Feb 4, 2009 9:28:19 GMT
Slightly mollifying stroke of luck on the wasted food front - I've been experimenting with a sort of 'A.N.Other' brand available at a nearby store, "Mighty Meaty Champion" at £2.06 for 6 large tins, and perversely, it she seems to like it.
On the downside, I found some hen pheasant feathers both inside and outside the 'cat-hole' in the door, though no body.
I think what may have happened is that Lu found a pheasant helping itself to some left-over food and had a tussle.
Either that or we've a fox eating the pheasants and shifting the blame by scattering some feathers around the cat as incriminating evidence...
OM.
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Post by nightowl on Feb 4, 2009 10:25:45 GMT
OM, she will probably love that cat food until it goes on special offer and you decide it's a good idea to get a large stock of it in!! She will immediately decide it's horrible and never touch it again!! |
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Post by MamIDdau on Feb 4, 2009 15:24:40 GMT
It's probably the latter OM, Foxes are crafty buggers. ;D
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Post by oldmoleskins on Feb 15, 2009 17:26:06 GMT
Something truly pathetic has happened to us both... I have started to feed the pheasants (I wait until the end of the shooting season, which tends to coincide with the last feed belts being ploughed in, so food is scarcer) and go out rattling my tin of wheat calling to them at favoured 'feeding stations'.
This has driven Cat mad with jealousy, and it follows me, wowing piteously even though I have fed it her first, and it won't stop until I've picked it up (struggles a bit for appearances sake) and taken it back to the Meaty Lumps About To Be Sucked, wowed back for a while and then put her down to her food.
Is this to be the pattern for weeks to come? Me, wandering around the garden with an alternating wowing/spitting Siamese, trying to convince it to eat? What has it all come to...?
OM.
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Post by Dutchy on Feb 15, 2009 18:00:54 GMT
Hmmm cats like a status quo.
Continue for long enough and things might solve themselves.
But then.... don't you just love the extra attention? ;D
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Post by Ruthie on Feb 15, 2009 19:37:23 GMT
Face it OM. This is a love story. She loves you and is a jealous Minx. While you love and indulge her in return!
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Post by oldmoleskins on Mar 20, 2009 18:10:45 GMT
Well, a bit of absense has made the heart totally indifferent, confirming my idea that it the Cat will attach itself to any food supply. I've been away for a bit and I'm being shunned.
On the upside, a distinct smell of corruption in the PT led me to a stash of corpses (emergency rations?) including two moles.
How does a cat catch a mole, for goodness' sake?
I shall embark on a charm offensive, employing liberal quantities of 'Mighty Meaty Champion' to test fickleness.
OM.
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Post by Dutchy on Mar 20, 2009 18:31:03 GMT
Noooo when you give her food she will stop catching mice and moles.... ;D
How she cought the latter? Maybe like a farmer wayt for movement in the hill and whack it with all your might.
In her case, four cute litle soft pooty footsies with her modest weight added to the impact.
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Post by oldmoleskins on Mar 20, 2009 18:45:14 GMT
Noooo when you give her food she will stop catching mice and moles.... ;D How she cought the latter? Maybe like a farmer wayt for movement in the hill and whack it with all your might. In her case, four cute litle soft pooty footsies with her modest weight added to the impact. Maybe a cat owner will tell us, Dutchy... or if not an 'owner', someone who's sponsored one for longer than I have and has witnessed it moling. Come to think of it, I've never actually seen it catch anything, I believe. Maybe it steals trophies from other, more successful cats... OM. |
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Post by Dutchy on Mar 20, 2009 18:58:42 GMT
 You have a twisted mind where the rodent catching abilities of Lulu are concerned. Poor Lulu, no wonder she steers clear. ;D
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Post by Chuckles on Mar 21, 2009 19:12:20 GMT
I've just read through this whole thread telling the story of Lulu and her adoptive dad. What fun she has been since her arrival just over 12 months ago ;D
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Post by MamIDdau on Mar 21, 2009 19:18:55 GMT
A cat's hearing is very very sensitive and they'll be able to hear things like Moles and then they'll wait for them. They get and hold them with their claws and most of the little things they catch die of shock after being played with by the cat. Many cats lose interest once the object of their attentions doesn't move anymore.
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Post by oldmoleskins on Apr 4, 2009 6:19:49 GMT
I think I may have the answer to the cat/mole question, having just been presented with the fourth:  There are two distinct holes in the PT beds - no molehills, just holes - and I reckon that adventurous moles come out of them from time to time, when it's quiet, for a mooch around, maybe have a crafty fag. The Cat, spending most of its life now curled in the warmth of the central bench, is ideally placed to pounce. It has refined hunting to a 'come to me' thing from the comfort of its bed...  OM. |
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Post by Dutchy on Apr 4, 2009 9:10:34 GMT
Wellll however the lady does it she has it down to perfection ;D And why would you moan about her waiting for the rodents to come into her lair? She reduces their numbers which is exactly what you want... Now go and give her a juicy lollipop bit of deluxe can food. And a gentle stroking of her ears would go down real nice too ;D ps If I could I would like to reincarnate as a cat. She seems so comfy in that snug little place on the bench. I am jealous although for the life of me I can't see the attraction of having a turfpot on ones nose. |
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Post by nightowl on Apr 4, 2009 16:56:44 GMT
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Post by nightowl on Apr 4, 2009 17:04:44 GMT
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Post by Ruthie on Apr 4, 2009 19:18:09 GMT
She is simply doing her job OM, for which you must be suitably grateful and reward her accordingly.
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Post by Amo on Apr 4, 2009 19:35:22 GMT
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Post by oldmoleskins on Apr 5, 2009 7:27:56 GMT
That is an amazing photo OM! (Or did you mock it up with a dead one?) One helluva stupid mole to go roaming about on gravel!! Twas as brought to me, at breakfast-time, in exchange for her fantasy haunch of zebra. OM |
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Post by oldmoleskins on Apr 8, 2009 8:11:56 GMT
Hurrah! It cat Proud Huntress-Lulu of the Serengetti has come staggering to me through the long grass with what in her terms is a gazelle, but in mine is a rabbit, quite dead, and as far as I know, her debut on that scale.
This is a marked improvement (though rodent-control is welcome) in specialised hunting, and if it means she leaves birds alone (not seen any evidence lately) and concentrates on rabbits it will help new and vulnerable plantings planned.
She is at this moment happily munching on it, having spurned breakfast Meaty Chunks to be Sucked, or maybe having saved them for elevenses.
I will spare you the pic.
OM.
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Post by Dutchy on Apr 9, 2009 7:10:58 GMT
Does she suck on rabitbits too now she spurned her exotic meat chunks ? And did you seriously take a pic of her gnawing a (very likely yuk) dead rabit?
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Post by oldmoleskins on Apr 9, 2009 7:26:13 GMT
Does she suck on rabitbits too now she spurned her exotic meat chunks ? And did you seriously take a pic of her gnawing a (very likely yuk) dead rabit? Suck? Suck?? Suck??? Blimey, she launched into bunnykins like, like... ooooo, a ravenous feline catty puma thing! Strange thing was, she ate the head and down the ribs to what, in culinary terms is the 'saddle', then left that and the other good bit, the back legs. Maybe she's lacking roughage. Maybe there's a market for "Mighty Meaty Champion Sucking Lumps with added Boney Bits." Nah, didn't take a pic. OM. |
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Post by Dutchy on Apr 10, 2009 7:55:00 GMT
;D ;D ;D
As she left the good bits.
Did you have a good stew?
Ah and thanks for not taking a pic.
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Post by nightowl on Apr 10, 2009 16:20:12 GMT
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Post by Auricula on Apr 13, 2009 21:48:49 GMT
Our 2 cats ( Posh and Becks ) bring baby rabbits into the conservatory, through the cat flap!!
The rabbit makes straight for the corner and sits there twitching - the cat in front of them prodding them as if wanting them to play. I, gamely, rescue the baby rabbit and on my way to release it...........it bites me!! This is a regular occurance and I think the rabbit is being very ungrateful ;D
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Post by oldmoleskins on Apr 17, 2009 16:59:47 GMT
Well, there's no messing about with The Cat. I don't know what awful prelude there is to the final coup de gras, but today I was tinkering with some dilapidated old buildings, getting ready for arrival of bantams at the weekend (will they be seen as fair game, in the literal sense?) and I hear a persistent wow from above. Part of this 'desolation alley' as it's been known is an extensive old pigeon loft, above the extensive old potting shed and accessed by a ladder. It, she Lu was out on the landing strip to the lofts, about 10 feet up, trying to get my attention... clearly, "oi, fatboy, see what I've got up here for you..." in a very smug sort of way  alternating with a defiant hideous snarling "oi, fatboy, don't you dare come up here, this is my place as I approached the door  Anyway, I risked getting raked about the head as I emerged through the trapdoor to find a sort of Coney Armageddon up there... half a dozen or more back ends of rabbits, all taken up the ladder, like a Cheetah dragging an Impala or whatever up a tree. What am I nurturing? What chance me bantams? OM. |
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