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I was worried about Lyndon losing weight. What I hadn't realised is how much he'd put on since becoming an indoor cat, he was almost 5kg, around 0.7 kg heavier than he was when out door 😳 Oops.

He has lost weight over the last two weeks, but not enough to worry about, thankfully.

Anyway, I think your plan of seeing what happens come spring is fine, it's always that balance of what's healthy v how active they are eh?

He is very much an outdoor cat in the summer. Doesn’t much like the grim grey days of winter. Although sometimes he’ll happily stay outdoors when it’s raining and come home soaking wet. Then other times he does that hesitation at the door when it’s a bit grim out, and stays indoors rather than venturing forth. Generally though, he seems to prefer to hunker down at this time of the year. As I say, it’s only his third winter so he’s still working out what he wants, likes, prefers etc
 
Thanks for asking :) Was just coming here to say he's certainly no worse, has come out from under the bed fairly regularly and tried a bit of food, and frankly that's good enough for now.

Assuming all goes well tomorrow he should recover pretty quickly, if his previous extraction is anything to go off. Fingers crossed.

Sorry for being such a miserable fucker yesterday, everything really got on top of me. Feel much more hopeful today.
Never worry about letting off steam on this thread! We're not just here to share cute cat pics, although that's nice, but also to support each other when our babies are ill or other hard times. You're among friends here.
 
Careful with that. I had a cat who, once he’d learned how lovely it was under the duvet, wanted to dive under it at every opportunity. Sleeping alongside a big hefty tom cat who loved to knead bread made for a lot of broken nights.
I get the kneading anyway. I would prefer it to be my chest not the top of my head.
 
"Yes, I'm sitting on your coat! What you gonna do about it?"

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When we first moved to our current place about 24 years ago it was, like all house moves, a traumatic experience. This was especially true for our lovely girl Buttons who we’d confined to one room once we arrived and sorted out a few essentials. We let her out of the room in the new house and she went down the stairs with great trepidation. Then , she saw Mrs SFMs black shiny coat (very fashionable in 2001) and proceeded to drop an alarmingly huge collection of feline bum cigars on it. I think think this was the result of her anxiety at the move, her resentment at her confinement and the need to establish her presence in our new residence. Mrs SFM decided the coat was beyond redemption and binned it. Cat politics eh? 🙂
 
He's just wondered into the lounge to say hi. I suspect he's hungry (he usually is), and doesn't want to go outside because the weather's shit.

sounds very sensible.

i haven't seen much of the neighbour kitties the last few weeks. one was outside her door one day last week when i had to go out for something, and i think she had asked to go out and quickly regretted her poor decision...
 
Cat’s cat-buddy hasn’t been round at all since the season turned. No doubt he’s also hunkered down for the long winter sleep. I guess I’ll look for his arrival as a harbinger of Spring.

As for Cat, he does love to roam and is still spending long hours outdoors, when he can steel himself to cross the threshold at all. Last night he came in wet and silvered with rain drops and spent some time carefully drying himself with a thorough grooming. I watched him for a bit, he has developed a routine for doing it in such a way as to minimise the wetness. He reaches round and licks off the worst of the water from his haunches before settling down more comfortably for the rest. I’m guessing that lounging about on wet haunches is as bad as sitting down in wet clobber.
Today he’s been out for a quick patrol, and home again for sleeping.
 
Yesterday's sleep marathon seems to have knocked him off his rhythm a little. He spent quite a lot of this morning in the lounge with me, sitting on his scratching pad staring into space. He almost seemed, I dunno, bored. I don't think it was until the early afternoon that he retreated up to the spare bedroom to have a proper sleep.
 
Onwards and upwards Lyndon!

story Donut delights in going out in the pissing rain and then coming back in to dry his luxuriant fur on the nearest available human :mad: :D

I remember a cat who lived with us briefly during my childhood. A Siamese who would deliberately go out and sit in the rain, and then complain loudly about the rain. He’d shake his head vigorously as the rain ran down his ears and just shout at it all.
 
Yesterday's sleep marathon seems to have knocked him off his rhythm a little. He spent quite a lot of this morning in the lounge with me, sitting on his scratching pad staring into space. He almost seemed, I dunno, bored. I don't think it was until the early afternoon that he retreated up to the spare bedroom to have a proper sleep.

Yeah, Cat seems really bored in the winter. Yesterday, in an effort to entertain himself, he reverted to his kitten antics of climbing the laundry rack like a climbing frame. When he was tiny he’d swing and dance between the struts and tussle with my T-shirts. It’s a very different endeavour now that he‘s grown and chonky. He was visibly disappointed when he got to the top and it didn’t delight him.
 
I’d like to think that this cat’s people have no clue about her doing this. Her home is several streets away and her people don’t often take the train. She commutes, each day, to sit on her perch and greet people as they come and go through the station. At the end of her shift she goes home to settle on the couch for a snooze.
 
There is, or was, a ginger cat [Mabel] that used to frequent Ravenglass Station / Museum and when we stayed there, the holiday Bungalow on Platform 1. Her proper home was the best part of half a mile away, apparently. I was told that she used to accompany her hooman to the main line station in the morning, then hang about the R&ER station until they returned and finally head home for a night by the fire ...
 
Khama for zouma?

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There is, or was, a ginger cat [Mabel] that used to frequent Ravenglass Station / Museum and when we stayed there, the holiday Bungalow on Platform 1. Her proper home was the best part of half a mile away, apparently. I was told that she used to accompany her hooman to the main line station in the morning, then hang about the R&ER station until they returned and finally head home for a night by the fire ...
My last job before I started busking was at a call centre in Enfield Lock. I used to catch the train there and a little black cat used to hang around the station most days. She'd come and look for some attention from commuters and then give us all a heart attack by running across the tracks. It turned out her name was Dot and she lived at the Railway Inn pub next door. This was 2017, so she may or may not be still around, depending how old she is.
 
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Picking up Lyndon shortly. He's had "all" (5) his remaining teeth out. Recovering well apparently, even had a bit of food. Phew.
Hopefully now the pesky teeth are gone he'll feel like eating, sounds from what you were saying previously that it was causing him a lot of pain, poor lad - whenever any of mine have had teeth out, even though they will have been a bit sore from the surgery itself, the relief of having the teeth gone was obvious.

So I hope he's recovering well and up for some grub :)
 
There is, or was, a ginger cat [Mabel] that used to frequent Ravenglass Station / Museum and when we stayed there, the holiday Bungalow on Platform 1. Her proper home was the best part of half a mile away, apparently. I was told that she used to accompany her hooman to the main line station in the morning, then hang about the R&ER station until they returned and finally head home for a night by the fire ...

there's an article (a few years old now) about railway station cats here.

i met caspar at warminster a few years back - i thought it was unusual that there was a passenger waiting on the platform, sat on a bench with what i assumed was their cat in their lap. then kitty was there later as well.

there was a cat near my local station that used to wander out during the early evening to get attention from homeward train passengers.
 
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