the cats don't give a crap about the cold.
View attachment 205578 View attachment 205579 This is our Bobby, rules with a paw of iron !
Quick snap before the feline drug squad descends on the house. The ‘lodger’, out of his gourd, and covered in catnip.
Now joined in the deed by ‘Toby the elderly stoner’.
I was cleaning out the freezer, and found two baggies of catnip, someone stashed.
No pictures (thank goodness).
I keep an empty jam jar handy to catch the Lodger’s undamaged little presents in. Last Friday night at 2am in the morning, I had to get up and catch a little mouse before the Lodger completely wrecked the bedroom in his endeavour to get said mouse.
Being 2am, I just nipped out in my jimjams into the front garden to release the poor creature. Thing is, I’ve discovered that the best way to stop either cat from immediately grabbing said mouse on release, is to wander about the garden, tapping the empty jar on the ground in various spot. This confuses the cats enough to give the rodents time to scarper.
So there I was, 2 in the morning, in my jimjams, crouched in my front garden, surrounded by two excited cats, and holding an empty jamjar, when two men walk past me on the road. I’ll say this, they must be originally from Edinburgh, as they never said a word, or even obviously looked my way.
I am now officially the local demented cat lady. But at least one mouse was saved.
Only now you realised you are:
A. Mad.
B. A lady.
I was waiting for that.