On the cats, yes (well, eliminall, which is same thing different brand)
Unsure about sticking it on me own neck
maybe you should get a flea collar...
The War On Fleas is continuing and driving me round the bend (the cats seem to have stopped scratching/over grooming, flea combing them isn't revealing many beasties, but my legs and ankles are bitten to fuck. And yes, i've been hoovering, but probably not enough) . I've picked up one of those flea bomb things to try all-out chemical warfare, but just noticed it's a bob martin job - anyone had experience with these? I'm fine with them killing the bitey fuckers, but don't want to inadvertently toxify the cats...
my cat is not to keen on kippers
S'gotta be where you can't lick it off. Ideally, should be applied by two cats, one of whom has you in the Scruff of Death and the other of whom warms it in their cleavage (before breaking the top off !) so its not too cold.On the cats, yes (well, eliminall, which is same thing different brand)
Unsure about sticking it on me own neck
my cat is not to keen on kippers
S'gotta be where you can't lick it off. Ideally, should be applied by two cats, one of whom has you in the Scruff of Death and the other of whom warms it in their cleavage (before breaking the top off !) so its not too cold.
Been and picked up Meg today. I'd not had any messages about her being ready for collection so asked and she was. Crossed wires and missing messages but she is home now. Absolutely wrecked on the buses home. Biting my lip and all sorts to stop me wailing. Came home to find all 4 boys greeting me which was so lovely and rare. It was like they were welcoming Meg back. I have got her in place on the sideboard. Photo in the spoiler tags. I appreciate not everyone is interested in a wooden cat urn. She's the gingery black one on the left, Pogue, her son, is the black one on the right.
Well, I love cats (obv) but they can be a nightmare. We have three intact toms near us who poo all round the garden to make a point- plus a dog fox who joins in the territory stuff too. Last week, I found two poos on the patio and three in the lawn, (and it's ok as long as I find them before my curious toddler!) then there is the stuff in the flowerbeds that I find when I'm trying to plant stuff- not to mention the sapling tree that is really suffering it's been sprayed so often. I've put curry powder down and male visitors who need the loo are encouraged to wee against the wall at the back of the garden tooYeah I know... And I can appreciate that they don't want her in their garden. My mum used to put chilli powder down to keep cats away *mad* Although part of me can't see what the big deal is. Before she was going out we didn't mind other cats coming in and having a sniff. But then we're cat lovers innit.
Funny thing, our cat only started pooing all over the place after he had the snip. I think he got taken away from the mum too young.Well, I love cats (obv) but they can be a nightmare. We have three intact toms near us who poo all round the garden to make a point- plus a dog fox who joins in the territory stuff too. Last week, I found two poos on the patio and three in the lawn, (and it's ok as long as I find them before my curious toddler!) then there is the stuff in the flowerbeds that I find when I'm trying to plant stuff- not to mention the sapling tree that is really suffering it's been sprayed so often. I've put curry powder down and male visitors who need the loo are encouraged to wee against the wall at the back of the garden too
Been and picked up Meg today.
I've lost 3 cats so far. My namesake Mogden disappeared and then Meg's son died and I found him hiding in the garden. Burial never really suited me cos I was never sure I would be here in this house. Cremation was the answer for me and those wooden cats aren't cheap, but they do allow them to live on albeit in another form. The hippy in me talking! The sun streams in the window and allows both of them to be bathed in sunlight which of course most cats will do given half a chance. So yeah I said to the vet when she went she gets to come home and live on the sideboard.If you don't mind me saying, about those urns, I didn't know that sort of thing existed.
I'd been forcing myself to think about the worst when Charlie was in surgery on Monday. I thought my first choice if it was possible was donation if they were a teaching practice, or something like that, but I don't know if that is even an option. Then I thought if not, having his ashes and scattering them on the quiet in the cemetery across the road. It's a beautiful place and I think he'd like to lie in the wildflowers. I wasn't sure I'd cope having his ashes at home. I thought it might make things more difficult for me to cope with, having a physical thing to focus my tears on. When my dad was dying, he told my mum he didn't want a gravestone because he knew she'd go there too often and it would become a focus for her and make it harder to move forward. I think he was right (his ashes are buried in a large field with no marker), he knew her well. And I'm much like her in that respect. That being said, seeing a lovely urn like the one you have... it makes me take pause.
Is it a sort of aiaiaiai? A proper cat chatter. Flinty used to do that to the pigeons. When it's more wintery she'll be back at it.my cats making funny sounds, leaning out the window to a magpie about 15 ft away...
bang on lol, never had a cat do this beforeIs it a sort of aiaiaiai? A proper cat chatter. Flinty used to do that to the pigeons. When it's more wintery she'll be back at it.
bang on lol, never had a cat do this before