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Post by Tig on Dec 23, 2009 23:57:44 GMT
Hmm, yes - disdainful look, slight ridge in the back fur - she is once more in charge ;D Mine seems to think this white blanket of cold fluff is something to do with me! I am getting hateful looks OM x Tig
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Post by Dutchy on Dec 24, 2009 8:50:20 GMT
Ow Tig, cats can be soooo demanding. Don't you just love them ;D
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Post by Ladygardener on Jan 10, 2010 5:57:40 GMT
I wonder how lu is coping with this prolonged period of cold snow and ice.
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Post by JennyWrenn on Jan 10, 2010 6:26:58 GMT
She is prob OK Lady if anything to go by the bird hunting cats in my garden at the moment One of them yesterday lay down, in wait, just by the Cat Scarer - in the snow too
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Post by oldmoleskins on Jan 10, 2010 17:37:02 GMT
Hmmmm... I've been manipulated into cat-hosting in the fullest sense. It she was allowed in during The Illness (fully recovered now, thank you) and howled so much during the early snows I relented and again let into the kitchen. The igloo stayed in the porch in the hope it might be favoured, but a safe berth under the settle on a warm floor proved a winner and so the routine is broadly this: First thing in the morning, I put a bowl of meaty chunks in the porch, open the outside door, lure her into the porch with a cheery cry of "fish!" and then close the inner door. At some point of her choosing - may be five minutes, may be a couple of shrew-terrorising hours, she returns, howls at the door and I let her in again. She stays in for the rest of the day and night, mainly sleeping, staring at the birds through the glass doors and eating the several small meals I offer. I have furnished her with the heated prop (no, not plugged in, but a useful size) filled with the remainder of my Fizzing Tesco Premium Cat Litter, bought for cactus cuttings and still in the greehouse. Luckily, this portaloo doesn't get used (I really, really don't want to have to deal with cat effluent) but it's a sort of insurance for us both.
I have been completely 'had', haven't I?
Maybe it will go back to being the Wild Thing after it thaws out a bit.
OM.
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Post by Ladygardener on Jan 10, 2010 18:25:55 GMT
Oh dear OM I fear you are totally under her spell. ;D Was it all a ploy I wonder.
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Post by Dutchy on Jan 11, 2010 7:05:49 GMT
;D ;D ;D No comment needed
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Post by JennyWrenn on Jan 11, 2010 18:00:09 GMT
You love her to bits really dont you ;D When will she start to sleep on your bed
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Post by Ruthie on Jan 11, 2010 20:44:01 GMT
I'm glad she's better and back in control OM...................
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Post by oldmoleskins on Jan 13, 2010 15:52:14 GMT
While the new (temporary, winter) housing arrangement seems to suit The Cat, it's natural wary state has taken a slightly bizarre turn: it's nervous enough if one of the family wander into a room it's in, but when a neighbour turned up today, it fled from the hallway where it was heading to (maybe) go out, back into the kitchen - and disappeared. After the visit, we had a look around and got a muted wow from a corner. It had clawed open a corner cupboard - and more or less shut the door behind itself: I've given it a stern talking to and explained that partly for fun and partly in case I'm burgled, I'd rather like it her to spring at a stranger's throat, emitting a blood-curdling howl - but I fear it's a woospuss and won't be much help. OM
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Post by JennyWrenn on Jan 13, 2010 16:38:39 GMT
Oh she is so cute -
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Post by Dutchy on Jan 13, 2010 18:32:38 GMT
Lu getting homely? Never. Help in the garden with vermin fine but do you have any idea what a whopping big trousered walking tree looks like? Not offending the neighbour but I understand her doing a runner. Only why of all places she has to settle for a domestic plastic bit to sit on is beyond me. Nothing Serengeti about it and it is even blue as in the colour of water, oh dear. You might be right you have a woospuss. But maybe finer weather will get the beast back A bit like those grown up boys with fourwheel drive that get stuck in some local swamp because they thought they had fourwheel drive which gets you anywhere. You mostly spot those in high summer. But speaking for Lu, she will be better equipped ;D Meet the nails vermin, after I pounded you into a succumbing mush ( translation of blood-curdling howl).
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Post by Ladygardener on Jan 13, 2010 19:01:52 GMT
She sounds just like my cat who runs upstairs and pulls out a drawer and hides in it when I have company. Nothing you can do about it OM. She is not like her pals in the Serengeti at all is she. ;D
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Post by jean on Jan 13, 2010 21:24:47 GMT
OM. I was looking back to the start of this thread, nothing has really changed - she chose you ;D
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Post by Cheerypeabrain on May 6, 2010 16:46:26 GMT
We have a woospuss....
How is Lulufish these days OM?....
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Post by Cheerypeabrain on Oct 3, 2011 20:59:50 GMT
Has anybody seen Moley? I miss 'un.....
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Post by Rosefriend on Oct 4, 2011 6:51:53 GMT
Old Moley is fine and in good fettle and so is Lu....I saw them when I was in the UK and I am always in contact with him. He is still trying to pretend that he doesn't want her but she follows him around all over and should he sit down for a minute she is on his knee...they are a team, whether he likes it or not, and he does like it really!!
The reason that he isn't here....so much work and a beckoning armchair after a full day of it....
His website is on our Links board as always.
RF
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Post by Dutchy on Oct 4, 2011 8:12:00 GMT
;D Good to hear the both of them are fine. I bet Lulufish still harvests rabbits and mice and and and Give them my best wishes will you? P.s. if ever he retires could he return to GWD please ?
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Post by Cheerypeabrain on Oct 4, 2011 19:19:23 GMT
Thanks RF...I was a bit worried...I'm not around as much as I used to be myself because of work and family commitments so I sympathise with OM. As Dutchy says, please pass on our best wishes....next time you speak to him could you let him know that I'm growing more echiums ! ;D
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Post by Ladygardener on Oct 5, 2011 5:23:20 GMT
Do give my regards too and let him know that I'm growing Garlic every year and doing well at it.
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Post by wonderwoman on Nov 5, 2011 0:03:34 GMT
oldmoleskins you've definitely been chosen i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd161/GWDAdmin1/Smilies/Default/smiley.gif I wonder if she is still with you and has she become more affectionate?? I had a wonderful chocolate coloured asian cat who used to roll over and want her tummy tickled. She also wanted to play 'fetch' ALL the time. In fact she was so wonderful I let her have kittens, one of whom has the same colouring as your siamese. Sadly the mum got ran over as did one of her kittens, but I still have one left. She doesn't have the same dog like characteristics, but does want to sit next to me as often as possible! I'd post a pic if I knew how - looks like maybe I have to load it up somewhere?
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Post by Jasmine on Nov 5, 2011 6:38:18 GMT
Welcome to GWD Wonderwoman - there's a thread on how to up load pics. I'll find a link...or someone who can post links better than me! ;D
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Post by Rosefriend on Nov 5, 2011 6:39:58 GMT
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Post by oldmoleskins on Mar 16, 2017 19:23:35 GMT
Epilogue So, quite a few years have passed, peacefully and undramatically in the cat's ownership of me. The most expected threats to her: inadvertent kidnap following investigation of courier's van, becoming fox food, ironic (given the location) traffic accident - never happened. The last two were increasingly real given the sudden profound deafness that fell upon us (well, the cat) in the past year or so. She compensated, as British tourists are reputed to do when abroad, by wowing increasingly loudly to attract attention and get required action, largely one of three: let me out, I can't be bothered with the catflap, but stand by the door as I won't be a moment/feed me/pick me up. Sometimes there was what we eventually recognised as a fourth, but it caused confusion: sometimes it was just to announce her arrival in a room. The habitat shifted: instead of being a largely outdoor cat, governed by season to sometimes staying indoors she became a mainly indoors cat, going outside as little as possible, and when a litter tray was introduced into her life in the winter months, hardly ventured out at all, though a warm spell in February saw her on the bonnet of the blue car, dozing and surveying all, much as before. Otherwise, the attractions of chairs strategically placed near radiators, vantage-point windowcills over radiators, radiators themselves and underfloor heating were a big thing. Given the wintry conditions she travelled through to find us all those years ago, the contrast must have seemed wonderful... Anyway, the end came, as ends tend to do: a sudden loss of condition, loss of appetite, loss of interest generally. After a particularly sad Sunday, tottering about, low key wowing and for the first time instead of her jumping on to a chair over underfloor heating for a bed, I put her on an old fleece jacket in a favoured, especially warm place down on the tiles, under a chair. She was still there next morning and managed a faint greeting, but shunned breakfast and staggered through to her morning room. I heard the rake of claws on radiator, and found her lying where she fell, and put her on the chair instead, and called Rosie The Travelling Vet. We spent a sunny March afternoon, first sitting on the doorstep for a bit of grooming (her, not me - though she did lick my wrist) then in a chair moved once or twice to follow the sun. We mainly talked, though she became the huntress of old when a breeze drifted through the trees and she did that 'whiffling' thing that all hunting cats - including the big cats - do: wrinkling her nose and taking some rapid short breaths. But mainly it was crooning and stroking. Rosie arrived, the diagnosis and prognosis confirmed, options discussed but the inevitable course deemed kinder was chosen and so, remarkably relaxed, on my lap, being stroked to the last, Lulu, Proud Huntress of the Norfolk Serengeti quietly slipped away. The cat that came in from the cold. OM.
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Post by Tig on Mar 16, 2017 20:49:48 GMT
Bless her OM, she had a happy time with you, or she wouldn't have stayed We are just their chosen slaves. We've still got the one who adopted us, she is 17 now, also deaf and does very, very loud meowing. Her sight isn't as good these days and has been known to misjudge the gap beneath the table and bump her bonce. I shall be sad when she departs the planet though, and despite all the mess she makes shedding fur I will miss her, as I expect you will miss Lulu. (Thanks for the update even if it is a sad one)
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Post by Ladygardener on Mar 17, 2017 8:01:37 GMT
Oh oldmoleskins, I have often wondered how you are all doing. So sad that darling Lulu is no more but what a wonderderful life she had with you and what a peaceful end to her life. Thanks for letting us know the conclusion of what was such an interesting and captivating life.
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Post by Dutchy on Mar 18, 2017 10:35:52 GMT
Dear Old Moley,
What a grand obituary to a lovely cat. So the Huntress of the Serengeti has left for the big playground in the sky and will no longer be lapping up fish from her mundane bowl. It made me blink a tear from my eye. You will of course miss her as much as you were upset about her arrival so many years ago. It takes getting used to. Though arrivals are always more joy than departures. We are but human.
Lulu-fish was one to wind anyone round her nails/little fingers. And still be the proud empress of the garden with her own stash of goodies, aka dead vermin, around her throne of choice. She chose your place because she knew it would do her good and by doing so gave you and your wife something important to do. Al your mundane things not being of any interest to her. But being the chosen ones to look after her well... that did matter of course.
You may find that some day a new missionary from the feline world arrives and the wheel will turn once more. As such is the way of the wheel of life.
Dutchy
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Post by Cheerypeabrain on Mar 24, 2019 18:42:37 GMT
I must admit that one of the reasons I showed m 'face' on here again was wondering about OM's feline houseguest. Ver sad to hear that she passed away, but she was loved and had an interesting, full life. RIP Lulu-Fish xxx
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