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http://rooplace.blogspot.co.uk/
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08 January 2013
07 January 2013
I've locked down the comments box and am effectively closing down Mozart and Gonzo's blog page-a new page dedicated for Roo, the former Demon of Devon, lol, now the Tartan Terror, will be up as soon as I can figure out how to get a new blogspot page going (they really don't make it simples, do they?!)
Mozart, Gonzo, you are missed so terribly! I wish to God I knew for certain that you are ok!
WELL THAT DIDN'T TAKE LONG, NOW DID IT?!:
http://rooplace.blogspot.co.uk/
Mozart, Gonzo, you are missed so terribly! I wish to God I knew for certain that you are ok!
WELL THAT DIDN'T TAKE LONG, NOW DID IT?!:
http://rooplace.blogspot.co.uk/
30 August 2012
I was SO excited, I willingly climb into the Cat Cage to go Home!
I endured the LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG ride in the hire car.
I was carried in and sat on the floor in the Cat Cage to be reunited-there they were, me Mum and Dad and I couldn't wait to get out of the Cat Cage to tell them how much I'd missed them, and how very happy I was to be there with them again!!
(Wait, what was that smell, there were OTHER CATS here, what??!!)
"Hiss!"
WHAT WAS THAT??!!
OMG, OMG, that's a big black and white cat and he just hissed at me! I think I'll wait to come out...
Right, so they let me out and there was me Mum and Dad, and I let them know straightaway that whilst I was fine after my long Scottish holiday, I was very glad to be Home...but what was that smell, there was the smell of more than just that hissy Tux...
I explored, looking for those other cats...ahhh, there's one sleeping on the sofa, I think I'll give her a sniff...
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her name is Dinks and she DOES NOT LIKE ME! She tried to eat me! She ran me under the coffee table and was trying to eat me!
MUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sigh. Things went downhill from there. I have been determined to 'not play well with others'; I tried warning those OTHER CATS off whenever I was In and they were Out and the screen was up so we could try to make friends. I yowled and howled like my Big Cat ancestors telling those usurpers that Mum and Dad were MY Mum and Dad, and I wasn't about to share.
They didn't listen. And They (Him and Her of Scottish extract) kept putting me in the guest room every time I got to the point where I was telling those OTHER CATS just what I would do...
The first night I stayed in the guest room with Him and Her. I stayed in the bed with them because even though they aren't me Mum and Dad, they are OK. But just after dawn the evil Dinks came to the door and told me she would eat me, and then Smudge (the Tux) would eat me, and that there was another cat here that would eat what was left, so I better get back in my Cat Cage and go back to where ever it was I'd slithered in from. (She is an evil kitteh, me Mum and Dad call her the Hairy Hand Grenade, and she is evil. Did I mention she is evil?)
Well, I got in my Cat Cage and if I had those damn opposable thumbs I would have closed the door after me! When Her woke up and found me in my Cat Cage, though, she is so thick she didn't understand I was saying "I'm packed, I'm ready, let's GO!" I thought we could all go together, Them and me Mum and Dad, and leave those OTHER CATS somewhere where we weren't.
Me Mum and Dad, and Him and Her, kept trying though, from Sunday through till Tuesday night, they kept trying to get us all to make friends. But I had to stay in the guest room because I kept telling those OTHER CATS they had to go, not the other way 'round.
Smudge tried, he really did. He kept telling me how great it was, and how much Mum and Dad were looking forward to us all being one big happy family.
But when I (ahem) tried to smack Smudge through the screen because I wanted him to go away so Mum and Dad and I could be one small happy family, I think everyone realised that sadly I do not play well with others.
And then the really hairy one, Shadow, well, she was in the house when I snuck out of the bedroom (doors are ridiculously easy to open, one hard paw swipe and I'm free, baby!) and she didn't hiss or anything but the look in her eyes as she chased me down the hall (WHEW, Her scooped me up to throw me in the guest room before Shadow could get her very sharp claws in me) said everything there was to say-she wanted to teach me some manners, and she wanted to do that very, very much! I really don't think I would have fared as well as Him thinks I would, that Shadow looks like a very dangerous cat.
No-one wanted us to try sorting it the normal way because really, we all made it clear that if we got the chance to duke it out (I'm learning American from Her, she says some very interesting things), there would be messy trips to the V.E.T. Yikes, we don't want that!
And Wednesday morning They put me back in my Cat Cage and we returned to Scotland. Another LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG ride but this time They made sure my Cat Cage was high enough on the seat between the seats that I could see out. If I wanted. Mostly I slept.
When I got out of the Cat Cage in the Scottish house I looked for me Mum and Dad but they aren't here. That's just not right, they should be here, I wanted to be with me Mum and Dad! (But not those OTHER CATS, dammit!)
I think Her understands that I REALLY miss me Mum especially, and somehow I think she is missing me too. I want to be with me Mum especially, but she has all those OTHER CATS to take care of, so I have to live with Him and Her now.
Her is going to make me my own blog page, I'll put a link to it when Her finally gets off her fluffy back side and does it.
Wow, those OTHER CATS make me mad, they have a cat gym and everything! My guest room was really, really nice, too, en-suite, room service, and hot running snuggles, what more could a fellow want? Well, a relocation of those OTHER CATS, that's for one big thing!
Dammit.
NOTE FROM 'HER':
Roo's Mum is the most gracious woman on the planet, I really do not think I could have been parted from Mozart with as much grace as she showed yesterday when we had to pack Roo up and bring him back to Scotland. It was a heartbreaking end to a simultaneously wonderful-tense holiday, and I wish with all my heart that Paul and I were the ones with the Roo sized hole in our hearts instead of Roo's Mum and Dad.
We offered to foster Roo partly in Mozart and Gonzo's honour, and whilst the Roo captured our hearts ten minutes up the road from the Devon caravan park, we fully believed he would be returned to his Mum and Dad to live happily ever after with Smudge, Shadow, and Dinks. It was horrifying when we realised Roo was not going to be able to adjust to being part of a large family. At seven years old, too, I don't think he will ever be able to be around other animals, so we brought him back to Scotland where he will live out his life with us.
We aren't his beloved Mum and Dad, and he looked a bit bewildered when we opened the carried door and he stepped out to look for them-it was quite clear he was looking for them and not the other cats. Paul and I will never be able to replace them in his heart, but hopefully we will be able to offer him a happy life.
I will be starting a new blog just for Roo as he will be having Scottish Adventures. I will put a link to the new page here, and then lock down Mozart's blog. Oh Mozart, I miss you and Gonzita so much, I know just how Roo's Mum is feeling today!
I endured the LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG ride in the hire car.
I was carried in and sat on the floor in the Cat Cage to be reunited-there they were, me Mum and Dad and I couldn't wait to get out of the Cat Cage to tell them how much I'd missed them, and how very happy I was to be there with them again!!
(Wait, what was that smell, there were OTHER CATS here, what??!!)
"Hiss!"
WHAT WAS THAT??!!
OMG, OMG, that's a big black and white cat and he just hissed at me! I think I'll wait to come out...
Right, so they let me out and there was me Mum and Dad, and I let them know straightaway that whilst I was fine after my long Scottish holiday, I was very glad to be Home...but what was that smell, there was the smell of more than just that hissy Tux...
I explored, looking for those other cats...ahhh, there's one sleeping on the sofa, I think I'll give her a sniff...
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her name is Dinks and she DOES NOT LIKE ME! She tried to eat me! She ran me under the coffee table and was trying to eat me!
MUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sigh. Things went downhill from there. I have been determined to 'not play well with others'; I tried warning those OTHER CATS off whenever I was In and they were Out and the screen was up so we could try to make friends. I yowled and howled like my Big Cat ancestors telling those usurpers that Mum and Dad were MY Mum and Dad, and I wasn't about to share.
They didn't listen. And They (Him and Her of Scottish extract) kept putting me in the guest room every time I got to the point where I was telling those OTHER CATS just what I would do...
The first night I stayed in the guest room with Him and Her. I stayed in the bed with them because even though they aren't me Mum and Dad, they are OK. But just after dawn the evil Dinks came to the door and told me she would eat me, and then Smudge (the Tux) would eat me, and that there was another cat here that would eat what was left, so I better get back in my Cat Cage and go back to where ever it was I'd slithered in from. (She is an evil kitteh, me Mum and Dad call her the Hairy Hand Grenade, and she is evil. Did I mention she is evil?)
Well, I got in my Cat Cage and if I had those damn opposable thumbs I would have closed the door after me! When Her woke up and found me in my Cat Cage, though, she is so thick she didn't understand I was saying "I'm packed, I'm ready, let's GO!" I thought we could all go together, Them and me Mum and Dad, and leave those OTHER CATS somewhere where we weren't.
Me Mum and Dad, and Him and Her, kept trying though, from Sunday through till Tuesday night, they kept trying to get us all to make friends. But I had to stay in the guest room because I kept telling those OTHER CATS they had to go, not the other way 'round.
Smudge tried, he really did. He kept telling me how great it was, and how much Mum and Dad were looking forward to us all being one big happy family.
But when I (ahem) tried to smack Smudge through the screen because I wanted him to go away so Mum and Dad and I could be one small happy family, I think everyone realised that sadly I do not play well with others.
And then the really hairy one, Shadow, well, she was in the house when I snuck out of the bedroom (doors are ridiculously easy to open, one hard paw swipe and I'm free, baby!) and she didn't hiss or anything but the look in her eyes as she chased me down the hall (WHEW, Her scooped me up to throw me in the guest room before Shadow could get her very sharp claws in me) said everything there was to say-she wanted to teach me some manners, and she wanted to do that very, very much! I really don't think I would have fared as well as Him thinks I would, that Shadow looks like a very dangerous cat.
No-one wanted us to try sorting it the normal way because really, we all made it clear that if we got the chance to duke it out (I'm learning American from Her, she says some very interesting things), there would be messy trips to the V.E.T. Yikes, we don't want that!
And Wednesday morning They put me back in my Cat Cage and we returned to Scotland. Another LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG ride but this time They made sure my Cat Cage was high enough on the seat between the seats that I could see out. If I wanted. Mostly I slept.
When I got out of the Cat Cage in the Scottish house I looked for me Mum and Dad but they aren't here. That's just not right, they should be here, I wanted to be with me Mum and Dad! (But not those OTHER CATS, dammit!)
I think Her understands that I REALLY miss me Mum especially, and somehow I think she is missing me too. I want to be with me Mum especially, but she has all those OTHER CATS to take care of, so I have to live with Him and Her now.
Her is going to make me my own blog page, I'll put a link to it when Her finally gets off her fluffy back side and does it.
Wow, those OTHER CATS make me mad, they have a cat gym and everything! My guest room was really, really nice, too, en-suite, room service, and hot running snuggles, what more could a fellow want? Well, a relocation of those OTHER CATS, that's for one big thing!
Dammit.
NOTE FROM 'HER':
Roo's Mum is the most gracious woman on the planet, I really do not think I could have been parted from Mozart with as much grace as she showed yesterday when we had to pack Roo up and bring him back to Scotland. It was a heartbreaking end to a simultaneously wonderful-tense holiday, and I wish with all my heart that Paul and I were the ones with the Roo sized hole in our hearts instead of Roo's Mum and Dad.
We offered to foster Roo partly in Mozart and Gonzo's honour, and whilst the Roo captured our hearts ten minutes up the road from the Devon caravan park, we fully believed he would be returned to his Mum and Dad to live happily ever after with Smudge, Shadow, and Dinks. It was horrifying when we realised Roo was not going to be able to adjust to being part of a large family. At seven years old, too, I don't think he will ever be able to be around other animals, so we brought him back to Scotland where he will live out his life with us.
We aren't his beloved Mum and Dad, and he looked a bit bewildered when we opened the carried door and he stepped out to look for them-it was quite clear he was looking for them and not the other cats. Paul and I will never be able to replace them in his heart, but hopefully we will be able to offer him a happy life.
I will be starting a new blog just for Roo as he will be having Scottish Adventures. I will put a link to the new page here, and then lock down Mozart's blog. Oh Mozart, I miss you and Gonzita so much, I know just how Roo's Mum is feeling today!
27 May 2012
They've been busy doing everything except leaving the computers open so I could read my letters from Mum and Dad, and post replies. Not. Acceptable.
Luckily Her is in the front garden (quite the project going out there, heh!) and Him is in the study working on his book. So I am in the back on Her laptop, and can reply to this letter from Mum that was posted OVER TEN DAYS AGO!
Roos Mum said...Dear Mum and Dad, HIYA!! Poor little Dinkie! I certainly hope she is fine now, and that she hasn't had to visit the V*t again. I don't much like him either, even though he knows I am a superb specimen of feline grace and certainly doesn't hesitate to say so, I still do not care to visit there. At all. However, he sent a little card to Them that it is time for my worming (ick, ack, gag!!) so They are taking me in some time next week. I. Am. Not. Amused. I am very glad to hear Smudge and Shadow continue well, I hope Dinkie has made a full recovery from her ordeal! I'm fine, not doing much at all really except lying about in the sun when Him and Her put The Horrible on me and tie my lead to the washing line. I quite like lying in the grass, even when the little 'beans from next door come up and stare at me over the garden gate. Him brings my water bowl out and sets it in the shady part of the garden. I eat grass, whorf up hair balls, drink water, and lie in the sun. Then I lie in the shade. Yes, it's a Kat's Life I'm living up here in Scotland! The Warm is finally back, and it is so warm that They have not put wood in the stove for several days. I confess I miss having a bit of a fire in the evenings even though it is quite warm all through the night. I am very much looking forward to being Home. I think They will miss me terribly when I do come home and I admit I shall think of them fondly. But it will be good to be Home! I hope the bungalow sells well, and soon:)
Luckily Her is in the front garden (quite the project going out there, heh!) and Him is in the study working on his book. So I am in the back on Her laptop, and can reply to this letter from Mum that was posted OVER TEN DAYS AGO!
Roos Mum said...
Hello my darling Roo. Your Dad has sold 4 Motorbikes. The bungalow is on the market. We have seen some lovely houses in Devon that are for sale, but until this sells we are stuck. I'm hoping as it's a bungalow it will sell quickly, but we've only two viewings so far. Maybe it's because we've used an online site the age of the people that usually buy these aren't computer savvy. I've told your dad if it hasn't sold within the month, I want to get in touch with proper estate agents.
I had to take your sisfur da Dinkie to the vet last week as we thought she has a furball in her tummy. She WAS NOT impressed with what the v*t did to her, or the fact she had to have antibiotics twice a day. Shadow & Smudge are both fit as fiddles, although Smudge still misses my Mum and goes around the house shouting for her. A couple of nights a week I sleep in the single room to give him some company & your Dad some peace from my snoring lol. Your Dad let him sleep in our room on Saturday, and didn't even know he was there until he walked across the top of his head shouting he needed to go out - mol mol, but it was a 6.45am, so I opened the bedroom door and he went and got on his chair in the lounge.
I'm really looking forward to us being reunited as soon as we've got a new house sorted out in Devon, and hope it won't be too long.
Lots of love from Mum, Dad, Smudge, Shadow & da Dinkie xxx
I had to take your sisfur da Dinkie to the vet last week as we thought she has a furball in her tummy. She WAS NOT impressed with what the v*t did to her, or the fact she had to have antibiotics twice a day. Shadow & Smudge are both fit as fiddles, although Smudge still misses my Mum and goes around the house shouting for her. A couple of nights a week I sleep in the single room to give him some company & your Dad some peace from my snoring lol. Your Dad let him sleep in our room on Saturday, and didn't even know he was there until he walked across the top of his head shouting he needed to go out - mol mol, but it was a 6.45am, so I opened the bedroom door and he went and got on his chair in the lounge.
I'm really looking forward to us being reunited as soon as we've got a new house sorted out in Devon, and hope it won't be too long.
Lots of love from Mum, Dad, Smudge, Shadow & da Dinkie xxx
18 March 2012
Dear Mum (Hiya Dad!), Her FINALLY left the laptop where I could get me claws on it, so I did a Google search to find this small token of my esteem on this special day. I know you're not my fur mum, but you are my FUREVER MUM, and I wanted to say:
HAPPY MOTHERING SUNDAY TO THE BEST FUREVER MUM EVER!
Love always, your lad, Roo
HAPPY MOTHERING SUNDAY TO THE BEST FUREVER MUM EVER!
Love always, your lad, Roo
28 February 2012
Dear Mum and Dad,
Well, as you know, I have been having some adventures. Going to see the V.E.T. was not nice especially when the V.E.T. stabbed me twice in the neck, and then put a cold stick up my backsides! But it was over quick and I was with Him the entire time. We walked to the V.E.T., Him carried me in my cat jail and there were a couple of times the cars seemed to come very close! I did not like that, that part of my adventure was not nice either.
But I did enjoy walking in the cat jail with Him when we were on the quiet lanes. I was able to see out and smelled lots of interesting smells.
I am feeling much better now so I suppose the stabs and that stick (OH MY!!) was worth it.
I am also becoming rather good at slipping out the back porch door, lol! I understand now that if Him goes out with the rucksack on his back, He will eventually be coming back in with a full rucksack and at least two grocery bags in each hand. So I go into the loo and hide on the cistern lid-when I hear Him coming up the back walk I cleverly reach up and open the kitchen door so I can slip out the back door as He comes in loaded down with His sacks. I don't get very far because He (and Her) drop everything and run after me. It is a good game:)
But Mum and Dad, here is the thing. Her says She can go out by Herself because She has something called opposable thumbs, and I can't go out alone because I do not have these opposable thumbs thingys.
So when I come home, I want opposable thumbs, whatever those are!
Love always, your lad,
Roo
OH PS: here is a picture of me in my favourite spot:
Ahhhhhhoooouuummmm, roasty-toasty!
Well, as you know, I have been having some adventures. Going to see the V.E.T. was not nice especially when the V.E.T. stabbed me twice in the neck, and then put a cold stick up my backsides! But it was over quick and I was with Him the entire time. We walked to the V.E.T., Him carried me in my cat jail and there were a couple of times the cars seemed to come very close! I did not like that, that part of my adventure was not nice either.
But I did enjoy walking in the cat jail with Him when we were on the quiet lanes. I was able to see out and smelled lots of interesting smells.
I am feeling much better now so I suppose the stabs and that stick (OH MY!!) was worth it.
I am also becoming rather good at slipping out the back porch door, lol! I understand now that if Him goes out with the rucksack on his back, He will eventually be coming back in with a full rucksack and at least two grocery bags in each hand. So I go into the loo and hide on the cistern lid-when I hear Him coming up the back walk I cleverly reach up and open the kitchen door so I can slip out the back door as He comes in loaded down with His sacks. I don't get very far because He (and Her) drop everything and run after me. It is a good game:)
But Mum and Dad, here is the thing. Her says She can go out by Herself because She has something called opposable thumbs, and I can't go out alone because I do not have these opposable thumbs thingys.
So when I come home, I want opposable thumbs, whatever those are!
Love always, your lad,
Roo
OH PS: here is a picture of me in my favourite spot:
Ahhhhhhoooouuummmm, roasty-toasty!
15 January 2012
Dear Mum and Dad,
I am fine, how are you?
I have been enjoying my Scottish holiday! On New Years Eve we had a nice spot of excitement at Midnight when Him woke up Her and They went out to the back garden to let off fireworks. They took my picture when They came back inside:
They took another picture of me on New Years Day but as it is exactly like the one from the previous evening I shall save bandwidth and not ask Her to post it.
It has been a little cold here so I spend a lot of my time in front of the wood stoves, on the bed under the duvet, or keeping warm by playing String and Swing.
String and Swing is a very good game with two majour components. Part One involves Him pulling a string for me to chase; Part Two involves Him pulling the string (and me) to the small mat, where I immediately lie flat so Him can fold the mat and swing me. I LOVE this game!
I have a perch now and They understand Cat well enough now that when I want to go on my perch and meorow to tell them, they lift me up onto the top of the cabinet in the study. I can look out of the front window, or I can watch Her walking around the house. I think Her knows I am giving careful thought to pouncing.
Well, Mum and Dad, I have a New Year surprise for you. I knew you wanted me to learn to accommodate The Horrible and I think these photos show that while I still HATE The Horrible, I know it is the only way Them will let me outside:
I am fine, how are you?
I have been enjoying my Scottish holiday! On New Years Eve we had a nice spot of excitement at Midnight when Him woke up Her and They went out to the back garden to let off fireworks. They took my picture when They came back inside:
They took another picture of me on New Years Day but as it is exactly like the one from the previous evening I shall save bandwidth and not ask Her to post it.
It has been a little cold here so I spend a lot of my time in front of the wood stoves, on the bed under the duvet, or keeping warm by playing String and Swing.
String and Swing is a very good game with two majour components. Part One involves Him pulling a string for me to chase; Part Two involves Him pulling the string (and me) to the small mat, where I immediately lie flat so Him can fold the mat and swing me. I LOVE this game!
I have a perch now and They understand Cat well enough now that when I want to go on my perch and meorow to tell them, they lift me up onto the top of the cabinet in the study. I can look out of the front window, or I can watch Her walking around the house. I think Her knows I am giving careful thought to pouncing.
Well, Mum and Dad, I have a New Year surprise for you. I knew you wanted me to learn to accommodate The Horrible and I think these photos show that while I still HATE The Horrible, I know it is the only way Them will let me outside:
25 December 2011
04 December 2011
26 November 2011
Hooboy, some Fanksgiving. Hmph.
I've been reading Mozart's blog, ya see, and I have been reading other blogs on the InnerWebs, and so I was ready for Thanksgiving, wozn't I?! I figured what with Her being American and all...I've heard about Turkey And All The Trimmings, see, and I woz REALLY looking forward to it.
(Dear Mum and Dad, these Persons are as boring as it gets. Trust me.)
Maybe Him being Scottish cancels out Her being American? I dunno, Her talks a little funny but not that funny-she ALMOST sounds like the Persons sound where I'm from. Him sounds ALMOST like me Dad, so I know Him really is Scottish. But after what happened this Fanksgiving I mean Thanksgiving Day, I'm not entirely sure Her really is American, know what I mean?
Big woo-tee, Her spent all day out hunting (wait for it...) welly boots. With neo-preen lining, whatever that is. How many ways are there to preen, I'd like to know. Then Her gets home with the welly boots and I smelled 'em, and ya know, it's not neo-preened at all, it's some kinda rubber thingy sprayed inside the welly boots called "neoprene" and YOU CAN'T EAT IT!!!!
S'all good, I figured, "Now Her is gonna spend the rest of the afternoon putting the Turkey With All The Trimmings in the hot box and we are gonna eat like kings.
No.
Her went into the workroom and started sewing Him another pair of pyjamas while watching some parade thingy on the laptop-SO I COULDN'T EVEN BLOG!
(But Him did light a fire in the workroom wood stove so I could lie in front of it...)
FINALLY Her went into the kitchen and...opened some tins. WOT?!
Him came in with a hot chicken from ASDA.
They ate the potatoes and the broccoli (yeah, they eat broccoli. Yech) and the chicken.
Hmph, even if I did get a nice portion of the chicken (which was pretty good really, I'm glad ASDA spent her day in the kitchen or we woulda starved), it WAS NOT TURKEY WITH ALL THE TRIMMINGS and I personally think it should have been. Her said Her is gonna plan a REAL Thanksgiving dinner for next year. I'll be back with Mum and Dad and I wouldn't give that up even for the chance to have a real American Thanksgiving Dinner, so Her better pull out all the stops for Christmas!!!!!!!!
(PS Mum and Dad, ASDA can't bake a pie to save her life. Her said that was the worst apple pie Her ever had. I dunno, the ice cream was tasty, but yeah, the pie wasn't any where near all that. I helped wash up, so I got some and I think Her is right about ASDA not baking very good pies-luckily there was mostly ice cream to wash up but I washed up a little pie mixed in...)
After dinner They watched telly. Her does this thing called Crochet. Naturally it fascinates me, being as it something done with string and so I watched:
Very relaxing, this Crochet thingy. I helped by holding down the Crochet so it wouldn't escape:
Well, it's Windy and Cold. I'm glad I didn't have The Horrible practice today. I'm getting used to it, but I still don't like the way it feels wrapped around my middle.
There is Snow behind the Windy, I can smell it. Her says she can too, and Her is glad to have found the neoprene lined welly boots before it Snows. I think I'm glad I am In and not Out, because Snow is Cold.
Very.
In my next blog post I am going to share piccies me Mum and Dad sent, Her has them in a folder so I can post them with two paw clicks!
I've been reading Mozart's blog, ya see, and I have been reading other blogs on the InnerWebs, and so I was ready for Thanksgiving, wozn't I?! I figured what with Her being American and all...I've heard about Turkey And All The Trimmings, see, and I woz REALLY looking forward to it.
(Dear Mum and Dad, these Persons are as boring as it gets. Trust me.)
Maybe Him being Scottish cancels out Her being American? I dunno, Her talks a little funny but not that funny-she ALMOST sounds like the Persons sound where I'm from. Him sounds ALMOST like me Dad, so I know Him really is Scottish. But after what happened this Fanksgiving I mean Thanksgiving Day, I'm not entirely sure Her really is American, know what I mean?
Big woo-tee, Her spent all day out hunting (wait for it...) welly boots. With neo-preen lining, whatever that is. How many ways are there to preen, I'd like to know. Then Her gets home with the welly boots and I smelled 'em, and ya know, it's not neo-preened at all, it's some kinda rubber thingy sprayed inside the welly boots called "neoprene" and YOU CAN'T EAT IT!!!!
S'all good, I figured, "Now Her is gonna spend the rest of the afternoon putting the Turkey With All The Trimmings in the hot box and we are gonna eat like kings.
No.
Her went into the workroom and started sewing Him another pair of pyjamas while watching some parade thingy on the laptop-SO I COULDN'T EVEN BLOG!
(But Him did light a fire in the workroom wood stove so I could lie in front of it...)
FINALLY Her went into the kitchen and...opened some tins. WOT?!
Him came in with a hot chicken from ASDA.
They ate the potatoes and the broccoli (yeah, they eat broccoli. Yech) and the chicken.
Hmph, even if I did get a nice portion of the chicken (which was pretty good really, I'm glad ASDA spent her day in the kitchen or we woulda starved), it WAS NOT TURKEY WITH ALL THE TRIMMINGS and I personally think it should have been. Her said Her is gonna plan a REAL Thanksgiving dinner for next year. I'll be back with Mum and Dad and I wouldn't give that up even for the chance to have a real American Thanksgiving Dinner, so Her better pull out all the stops for Christmas!!!!!!!!
(PS Mum and Dad, ASDA can't bake a pie to save her life. Her said that was the worst apple pie Her ever had. I dunno, the ice cream was tasty, but yeah, the pie wasn't any where near all that. I helped wash up, so I got some and I think Her is right about ASDA not baking very good pies-luckily there was mostly ice cream to wash up but I washed up a little pie mixed in...)
After dinner They watched telly. Her does this thing called Crochet. Naturally it fascinates me, being as it something done with string and so I watched:
Very relaxing, this Crochet thingy. I helped by holding down the Crochet so it wouldn't escape:
Well, it's Windy and Cold. I'm glad I didn't have The Horrible practice today. I'm getting used to it, but I still don't like the way it feels wrapped around my middle.
There is Snow behind the Windy, I can smell it. Her says she can too, and Her is glad to have found the neoprene lined welly boots before it Snows. I think I'm glad I am In and not Out, because Snow is Cold.
Very.
In my next blog post I am going to share piccies me Mum and Dad sent, Her has them in a folder so I can post them with two paw clicks!
18 November 2011
@Cammie's Kitties-OH YES, that works VERY well! Me Mum and Dad are gonna get a Roly-Poly home when The Warm returns, roflol!
More piccies!
In this first one is my soon to be fursister, Shadow-she's very purrrrrty!
And this is my soon to be fursister Dinky-she's very purrrrrty too!
When we are at the caravan I like to use the skylight to keep a watch on my beans-gotta make sure they are OK and have me Noms ready, lol!
Here I am in the same pose, erm, position I was using when I got me Mum and Dad to fall in love with me...
I think the final straw about me not staying in Devon for another cold snowy winter, was when a lady in the caravan opposite told my Mum & Dad about me following her around the site crying & trying to get into her caravan. Although I could get into Mum & Dads there was no heating on and it was very cold, that really upset my Mum & Dad, hence I am in with my foster
parents with until The Warm returns.
Something that you might like to try with your furbabies - I've found that if I've been caught out in the rain is a quick rub down with a piece of kitchen roll to help dry me off is rather nice, and takes the strain out of having to do it all yourself. It was quite funny the first time my Mum did it. (she said she didn't want a soaking wet furbaby curled up next to her). She called my Dad to look at the expression on my face, they both say I had a startled look of "What are you doing? I'm used to D.I.Y. or drip-drying".
I also like being brushed but not too keen on the spikey side, as Mum found out when I attacked the brush. I was a very good Roo and made sure that her hands were not in the way first. I'd never been brushed prior to coming to live with Mum & Dad. If you've been following my story on I Mozart & Gonzo blogosphere will know that I didn't get the attention I deserved from the Pillocks.
You can't have a highly intelligent & sensitive furbaby like me without tending to all of my needs. I occasionally get weepy eyes, and I'm really good about Mum bathing them with a little warm water on a cotton wool ball. (Mum told me she was going to get some golden eye ointment for me, but couldn't as it's no longer made - unless any of my furfriends can tell me what she can get that is similar?).
I was returned to my old beans during the early summer while my new Mum & Dad were at their permanent home for a couple of weeks. Another camper took pity on me as my eyes had been weeping quite a lot - I wonder if furbabies get hayfever? They didn't know I'd adopted & been adopted by my new Mum & Dad so suggested to the old Missus that a trip to the V E T was needed. The Missus said "Oh, we haven't seen him for six months" and didn't seem at all concerned about them. She took me in the front door, put me down and I was back out before she could close it. I hated it there - I went straight to the holiday park into my Mum & Dads caravan and kept my head down. I didn't want to be taken back there ever again!
Mum regularly keeps in touch letting me how much she & Dad are missing me (he's not one for showing his feelings) but I've heard through the grapevine that when my foster parents left with me in their car, Dad said that there was a huge Roo shaped hole in their lives and Mum should stop crying as she knew it was for the best, that they'd get to see me again when they come up to Scotland during the Christmas holidays, then I'd be back permanently with them when The Warm returns in the spring. I've always got my ears cocked listening out for them as I miss them as well!
Dear Mum and Dad, please tell Sue and Paul I miss their fussing almost as much as I miss yours! The neighbours come to visit and they give me good fusses but I miss yours. A lot. I am having a very nice Scottish Holiday but it will be nice to be Home again.
Purrs, kisses, and head bumps from your lad,
Roo
More piccies!
In this first one is my soon to be fursister, Shadow-she's very purrrrrty!
And this is my soon to be fursister Dinky-she's very purrrrrty too!
When we are at the caravan I like to use the skylight to keep a watch on my beans-gotta make sure they are OK and have me Noms ready, lol!
Here I am in the same pose, erm, position I was using when I got me Mum and Dad to fall in love with me...
I think the final straw about me not staying in Devon for another cold snowy winter, was when a lady in the caravan opposite told my Mum & Dad about me following her around the site crying & trying to get into her caravan. Although I could get into Mum & Dads there was no heating on and it was very cold, that really upset my Mum & Dad, hence I am in with my foster
parents with until The Warm returns.
Something that you might like to try with your furbabies - I've found that if I've been caught out in the rain is a quick rub down with a piece of kitchen roll to help dry me off is rather nice, and takes the strain out of having to do it all yourself. It was quite funny the first time my Mum did it. (she said she didn't want a soaking wet furbaby curled up next to her). She called my Dad to look at the expression on my face, they both say I had a startled look of "What are you doing? I'm used to D.I.Y. or drip-drying".
I also like being brushed but not too keen on the spikey side, as Mum found out when I attacked the brush. I was a very good Roo and made sure that her hands were not in the way first. I'd never been brushed prior to coming to live with Mum & Dad. If you've been following my story on I Mozart & Gonzo blogosphere will know that I didn't get the attention I deserved from the Pillocks.
You can't have a highly intelligent & sensitive furbaby like me without tending to all of my needs. I occasionally get weepy eyes, and I'm really good about Mum bathing them with a little warm water on a cotton wool ball. (Mum told me she was going to get some golden eye ointment for me, but couldn't as it's no longer made - unless any of my furfriends can tell me what she can get that is similar?).
I was returned to my old beans during the early summer while my new Mum & Dad were at their permanent home for a couple of weeks. Another camper took pity on me as my eyes had been weeping quite a lot - I wonder if furbabies get hayfever? They didn't know I'd adopted & been adopted by my new Mum & Dad so suggested to the old Missus that a trip to the V E T was needed. The Missus said "Oh, we haven't seen him for six months" and didn't seem at all concerned about them. She took me in the front door, put me down and I was back out before she could close it. I hated it there - I went straight to the holiday park into my Mum & Dads caravan and kept my head down. I didn't want to be taken back there ever again!
Mum regularly keeps in touch letting me how much she & Dad are missing me (he's not one for showing his feelings) but I've heard through the grapevine that when my foster parents left with me in their car, Dad said that there was a huge Roo shaped hole in their lives and Mum should stop crying as she knew it was for the best, that they'd get to see me again when they come up to Scotland during the Christmas holidays, then I'd be back permanently with them when The Warm returns in the spring. I've always got my ears cocked listening out for them as I miss them as well!
Dear Mum and Dad, please tell Sue and Paul I miss their fussing almost as much as I miss yours! The neighbours come to visit and they give me good fusses but I miss yours. A lot. I am having a very nice Scottish Holiday but it will be nice to be Home again.
Purrs, kisses, and head bumps from your lad,
Roo
14 November 2011
FINALLY! Hmph.
Her and Him have been so busy doing something called 'winterising' that Her has not been leaving the laptop turned on so I could post these piccies to the blog. Hmph.
But Her FINALLY has, so here are some pics (more to come, me Mum sent a huge lot for me to post:):
First, here are two snaps of me with me Mum and Dad:
Here's me on the roof-very good viewing of where to strike next, erm, I mean visit. Seriously, just visit. I certainly was not up there to scout out potential sausage gathering tents, erm, spots, erm, never mind:
OK, and finally, here I am napping. Again. Shins do make very good pillows indeed!
I am still trying to learn to appreciate (hmph) The Horrible. It truly is Horrible, I do not like the way it feels all wrapped around me middle and front like that. Her showed me a YouTube video of a cat wearing one and going outside, but I think Them should just give it all up and let me Out. I understand why Mozart wasn't terribly interested in Out but I have never fallen with a squirrel next wrapped around me, nor have I had to contend with Things That Would Eat Me as much as he did, even though I was an Outdoor cat, we just have fewer Things That Would Eat Me. Plus I could hide better, I think. Mozart wasn't exactly the right colour cat to be able to hide in the hedgerows-WOWSA, he was ginger, wasn't he!
And They took my Hoard! Him said their kitchen is too small to have a big (growing, too) stack of Roo MREs (Her thinks it is funny to call me Whiskas pouches 'meals-ready-to-eat) sitting in the middle of the room. Hmph. Me Hoard was NOT in the middle of the room, Her had it neatly stacked against the back wall, but Him made Her hand it all up to Him to stack in the loft.
I went up there to make sure me Hoard would be safe from unauthorised nibbling by the mice-but there are no other animals except Us here, so it is ok, I guess. I liked seeing me Hoard next to Theirs, and I don't think I like that mine is in the loft but there you go.
@Mum, yes! I would like to see piccies of me soon-to-be-fursisters! I will try to be polite, like you said, and I think I can do it, Mum, I really do! I KNOW I can do it better than I can do The Horrible, LOL!
Her and Him have been so busy doing something called 'winterising' that Her has not been leaving the laptop turned on so I could post these piccies to the blog. Hmph.
But Her FINALLY has, so here are some pics (more to come, me Mum sent a huge lot for me to post:):
First, here are two snaps of me with me Mum and Dad:
Here's me on the roof-very good viewing of where to strike next, erm, I mean visit. Seriously, just visit. I certainly was not up there to scout out potential sausage gathering tents, erm, spots, erm, never mind:
OK, and finally, here I am napping. Again. Shins do make very good pillows indeed!
I am still trying to learn to appreciate (hmph) The Horrible. It truly is Horrible, I do not like the way it feels all wrapped around me middle and front like that. Her showed me a YouTube video of a cat wearing one and going outside, but I think Them should just give it all up and let me Out. I understand why Mozart wasn't terribly interested in Out but I have never fallen with a squirrel next wrapped around me, nor have I had to contend with Things That Would Eat Me as much as he did, even though I was an Outdoor cat, we just have fewer Things That Would Eat Me. Plus I could hide better, I think. Mozart wasn't exactly the right colour cat to be able to hide in the hedgerows-WOWSA, he was ginger, wasn't he!
And They took my Hoard! Him said their kitchen is too small to have a big (growing, too) stack of Roo MREs (Her thinks it is funny to call me Whiskas pouches 'meals-ready-to-eat) sitting in the middle of the room. Hmph. Me Hoard was NOT in the middle of the room, Her had it neatly stacked against the back wall, but Him made Her hand it all up to Him to stack in the loft.
I went up there to make sure me Hoard would be safe from unauthorised nibbling by the mice-but there are no other animals except Us here, so it is ok, I guess. I liked seeing me Hoard next to Theirs, and I don't think I like that mine is in the loft but there you go.
@Mum, yes! I would like to see piccies of me soon-to-be-fursisters! I will try to be polite, like you said, and I think I can do it, Mum, I really do! I KNOW I can do it better than I can do The Horrible, LOL!
05 November 2011
Dear Mum and Dad, Her is finally letting me get a word in edgewise on teh Blog-O-Sphere. Sheesh, Her reads more than Him, and Him reads ALOT!
I have some piccies for you to admire, but first I want to show off my mad Copy&Paste skilz by bringing yer comment into the blog, Mum. I'm putting it a bold and italicised (stoopid SpelCheK spels Uhmerican, wut's up with that?!) highlight so's everyone will know it's a special quote from me Mum, telling my story in my words:
Roos Mum said...
It's time to tell the story about the sausage :D
While Mum & Dad had left a window open for me to come & go as I pleased and for someone to come down and feed me twice a day while they were at their permanent home, I missed their company & fusses.
This particular evening (2.30am) I needed some company so took myself for a walk around the holiday park. I soon smelt sausages and found a tent I hadn't previously been in. So thought I'd be polite and introduce myself. BIG problem there was a dog in residence who showed immediately he didn't like cats, barking and causing such a fuss, I ended up showing my sharp claws and smacked him across the nose. During the kerfuffle his people woke up and started shouting, this woke up other people on the campsite including the site owner who came across to see what all the noise was about (the site is usually very quite, so the noise was unusual) - the sausage smell had led me into more trouble, I'd spotted where the sausages had been left, so grabbed them on the way out.
I'm pussona non gratia on the campsite now which is why The Horrible has been put on me, that way I won't be able to raid tents in the future when I go back to my Mum & Dad in the spring.
November 4, 2011 7:56 AM
Yes Mum, I am being a fairly good Roo 'bout The Horrible. I suppose I really should learn how to wear it so that nobody at the holiday park ever accuses me of another sausage raid.
Her went to the library last week and got a book about helping cats get comfortable with The Horrible. I wouldn't do that for anyone else but you and Dad, Mum.
I would be mad at Her for making me go through this but yesterday when she came in from the dentist (and before she crawled miserably under the duvet until Him brought her some soup) she gave me this pressie she got for me while she was waiting for her bus. I like it, but don't tell Him that quite yet because I think Him is just a little bit jealous Her thought of it before Him did. (ROFLOL, last night I watched where Her put the wool shawl Her is working on after Her took me off of it even though it is a very nice Roo bed and I think Her should let me have it. Him saw me sleeping on it and didn't say anything to Her...)
It is a lot more fun than the picture shows, Mum and Dad. I can stick my paw through the top OR the side to get that inside ball. Someday I will get that ball. I like the springy outside ball, too, and like to make it spring.
Here is another picture, this one is of me holding Her down so Her doesn't float away while Her is hogging the InnerWebs. I want MY turn!
And here are my special pictures. I like to hide and wait for Them to ambush. This is one of my most magical hiding spots, Him never sees me, lol!
And I like waiting here, too-Her wears something Trifocals and so (Her says) Her never sees it coming:
And best of (but no piccies, maybe next time before The Hoard diminishes) is my own special corner in the kitchen where They store my Hoard. The hunting place called Tesco had an amazing offer on this week-BOGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So They did, and I have 52 days of long range dated Whiskas pouches! Mum, I am a happy Kat that you and Dad sent with me with such good Foster Persons for the winter! I like to come and sit in the kitchen staring at my riches, it is a Good Thing.
I have some piccies for you to admire, but first I want to show off my mad Copy&Paste skilz by bringing yer comment into the blog, Mum. I'm putting it a bold and italicised (stoopid SpelCheK spels Uhmerican, wut's up with that?!) highlight so's everyone will know it's a special quote from me Mum, telling my story in my words:
Roos Mum said...
It's time to tell the story about the sausage :D
While Mum & Dad had left a window open for me to come & go as I pleased and for someone to come down and feed me twice a day while they were at their permanent home, I missed their company & fusses.
This particular evening (2.30am) I needed some company so took myself for a walk around the holiday park. I soon smelt sausages and found a tent I hadn't previously been in. So thought I'd be polite and introduce myself. BIG problem there was a dog in residence who showed immediately he didn't like cats, barking and causing such a fuss, I ended up showing my sharp claws and smacked him across the nose. During the kerfuffle his people woke up and started shouting, this woke up other people on the campsite including the site owner who came across to see what all the noise was about (the site is usually very quite, so the noise was unusual) - the sausage smell had led me into more trouble, I'd spotted where the sausages had been left, so grabbed them on the way out.
I'm pussona non gratia on the campsite now which is why The Horrible has been put on me, that way I won't be able to raid tents in the future when I go back to my Mum & Dad in the spring.
November 4, 2011 7:56 AM
Yes Mum, I am being a fairly good Roo 'bout The Horrible. I suppose I really should learn how to wear it so that nobody at the holiday park ever accuses me of another sausage raid.
Her went to the library last week and got a book about helping cats get comfortable with The Horrible. I wouldn't do that for anyone else but you and Dad, Mum.
I would be mad at Her for making me go through this but yesterday when she came in from the dentist (and before she crawled miserably under the duvet until Him brought her some soup) she gave me this pressie she got for me while she was waiting for her bus. I like it, but don't tell Him that quite yet because I think Him is just a little bit jealous Her thought of it before Him did. (ROFLOL, last night I watched where Her put the wool shawl Her is working on after Her took me off of it even though it is a very nice Roo bed and I think Her should let me have it. Him saw me sleeping on it and didn't say anything to Her...)
It is a lot more fun than the picture shows, Mum and Dad. I can stick my paw through the top OR the side to get that inside ball. Someday I will get that ball. I like the springy outside ball, too, and like to make it spring.
Here is another picture, this one is of me holding Her down so Her doesn't float away while Her is hogging the InnerWebs. I want MY turn!
And here are my special pictures. I like to hide and wait for Them to ambush. This is one of my most magical hiding spots, Him never sees me, lol!
And I like waiting here, too-Her wears something Trifocals and so (Her says) Her never sees it coming:
And best of (but no piccies, maybe next time before The Hoard diminishes) is my own special corner in the kitchen where They store my Hoard. The hunting place called Tesco had an amazing offer on this week-BOGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So They did, and I have 52 days of long range dated Whiskas pouches! Mum, I am a happy Kat that you and Dad sent with me with such good Foster Persons for the winter! I like to come and sit in the kitchen staring at my riches, it is a Good Thing.
28 October 2011
Dear Mum and Dad, hiya, it's Roo.
I am having a fair good time here in Scotland-They feed me OK (just the same things you fed me, Mum, but it doesn't taste as good as when you give it to me so I am only eating what I have to), and They keep my convenience tidy.
I don't want to complain, but I have to tell you that She has a strange notion of what the word "pressies' means. She went down to the shops this morning. She came back past my window:
She came inside and unpacked her grocery shop. I did not get any food.
I got:
A ball to chase.
A mousie to chew.
Don't worry Mum, it's a faboolus fake. The fur kinda tastes like mousie though, but the insides are hard and I like to chew on it even better than the cord to the heater. Uhm, that might be why She brought it home from the shops.
BUT THEN SHE PUT A HORRIBLE ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I did not like it:
I tried to rub it off but it will not rub off. They have to take it off for me. I did not like it, Mum and Dad, even though I did get to go outside whilst it was on me:
They have a lawn here and I looked at it through the fence:
But I hated having the Horrible on so much that I told Them to take me inside. When They did, and when They took off the Horrible, I went under the bed and did not play with my other pressies for a while because I was not happy at Her for bringing home the Horrible.
Mum, I think She is going to put the Horrible on me again. I think She will only let me go outside with the Horrible on. The neighbour came out with her little kittens, I mean little girls, and I heard her say that it's a very good idea to keep me safe until I go home with me Mum and Dad. So I will try to get used to the Horrible. But I don't like it.
Besides the Horrible, Scotland is actually rather nice, though I do miss my rabbit hunting (thanks, Dad, for sending Her the snaps):
But I don't think Him or Her is ever going to give me a chance to go rabbit hunting whilst I am on my Scottish Holiday. To quote Mozart, HMPH!
I am being a good boy just like you told me to, and am looking forward to being free, I mean going home to be with you. They are very nice (except They put Horribles on cats, that's not very nice), but I miss you very much.
Well, I will close this now and get on my bed by the wood stove in the bedroom. Him has lit a fire and it is very cosy in there.
Love Always,
Your lad Roo
PS-OH! @Camie's Kitties-thank you for the warm welcome! I think a Scottish Holiday (except for The Horrible) is a rather pleasant way to spend Winter, and I am glad to feel Mozart and Gonzo won't mind me borrowing their blogDOTspot to keep me Mum and Dad updated.
Mozart's People asked me to pass on the sad news that she likely will never know anything more about them after their new persons asked her to "let it go". It's very sad, that, and I hope They find the right cat to fill their home after I go back to me Mum and Dad's when The Warm comes back. Except for The Horrible, They are good cat persons, I can tell from the way They know how to Fuss me right and proper.
I am having a fair good time here in Scotland-They feed me OK (just the same things you fed me, Mum, but it doesn't taste as good as when you give it to me so I am only eating what I have to), and They keep my convenience tidy.
I don't want to complain, but I have to tell you that She has a strange notion of what the word "pressies' means. She went down to the shops this morning. She came back past my window:
She came inside and unpacked her grocery shop. I did not get any food.
I got:
A ball to chase.
A mousie to chew.
Don't worry Mum, it's a faboolus fake. The fur kinda tastes like mousie though, but the insides are hard and I like to chew on it even better than the cord to the heater. Uhm, that might be why She brought it home from the shops.
BUT THEN SHE PUT A HORRIBLE ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I did not like it:
I tried to rub it off but it will not rub off. They have to take it off for me. I did not like it, Mum and Dad, even though I did get to go outside whilst it was on me:
They have a lawn here and I looked at it through the fence:
But I hated having the Horrible on so much that I told Them to take me inside. When They did, and when They took off the Horrible, I went under the bed and did not play with my other pressies for a while because I was not happy at Her for bringing home the Horrible.
Mum, I think She is going to put the Horrible on me again. I think She will only let me go outside with the Horrible on. The neighbour came out with her little kittens, I mean little girls, and I heard her say that it's a very good idea to keep me safe until I go home with me Mum and Dad. So I will try to get used to the Horrible. But I don't like it.
Besides the Horrible, Scotland is actually rather nice, though I do miss my rabbit hunting (thanks, Dad, for sending Her the snaps):
But I don't think Him or Her is ever going to give me a chance to go rabbit hunting whilst I am on my Scottish Holiday. To quote Mozart, HMPH!
I am being a good boy just like you told me to, and am looking forward to being free, I mean going home to be with you. They are very nice (except They put Horribles on cats, that's not very nice), but I miss you very much.
Well, I will close this now and get on my bed by the wood stove in the bedroom. Him has lit a fire and it is very cosy in there.
Love Always,
Your lad Roo
PS-OH! @Camie's Kitties-thank you for the warm welcome! I think a Scottish Holiday (except for The Horrible) is a rather pleasant way to spend Winter, and I am glad to feel Mozart and Gonzo won't mind me borrowing their blogDOTspot to keep me Mum and Dad updated.
Mozart's People asked me to pass on the sad news that she likely will never know anything more about them after their new persons asked her to "let it go". It's very sad, that, and I hope They find the right cat to fill their home after I go back to me Mum and Dad's when The Warm comes back. Except for The Horrible, They are good cat persons, I can tell from the way They know how to Fuss me right and proper.
27 October 2011
Good morning, permit me to introduce myself, I am Roo'!
Short for Rooney, however I am neither Irish nor a footballer (although the dogs and rabbits where I've spent my life will beg to differ on that matter-remind me to tell you about the sausage raid sometime soon as well:)
I am a nearly six year old (but really, who's counting?) Burmese-Siamese cross recently removed from Devonshire where I was the scourge of the countryside, and the well loved unofficial King of the Caravans where I found me own true loves, Mum and Dad. Here's me in an ungaurded moment (although it doesn't show me in my full glory at all):
Now, I was bred and raised in Devon, first living with a set of Persons who frankly are complete pillocks. Suffice it to say that although they at first attended to my needs with some casual regularity, they permitted the younger members of the pride to perform certain acts of torture so unforgivable that I soon took myself off to the nearby holiday park and found myself new Persons-me Mum and Dad. To make a long story short this good morning, I shall leave it for another time and let it go by saying they are simply the best Persons EVER. They care for me very much and I've heard them say many times that when their 'old fellow' goes to the Bridge I shall make the journey to live with them near London, where I shall undoubtably be the King of those environs.
They've taken me back to my so-called first Persons several times and I have always gone in the front and out the back as quick as you can please, often making it back to the caravan park before they do.
However, while I may not be counting my years, they are. Mum and Dad decided I shouldn't spend another Devon winter essentially on my own-something to do with the sausage raid, no doubt. I really must tell you all about that, it ranks right up there with the agreement I have with the caravan park owner Person's dog-I get the rabbits and bring her the ears which are the only parts she really likes. I do so love a win-win:)
So. One day a week ago They arrived. They seem alright, and once I heard Her tell me Mum that they would simply give me a Scottish Winter Holiday and then bring me back when The Warm returns, I willingly permitted me Mum to put me into the Roo Transport atop the lovely little nest made up of two jumpers-one of me Mum's and one of me Dad's.
And we were away. Frankly I tell you motor car transport is not all that. Suffice it to say that I was glad to see the litter box upon arrival! No mean feat for a fellow used to going out the open window whenever the Call of Nature arises, I managed to make it over 600 miles without what She calls 'an accident'. I also managed not to leave those nice little puddles of sick I've heard the caravan furbabies talk about leaving their Persons during a travel.
Here is a snap of me in my Roo Transport. It wants improvement for the return to Devon. I shall have to speak to Her about it.
And now I have some exploring to do so I shall turn this over to Her and She will flesh out some of the details for you. I am looking forward to reading the Adventures of Mozart and Gonzo on HIs computer while She does. She misses them quite a lot, I heard Her tell Him that once She saw how much I love me Mum and Dad, She knew it was like Her with Mozart and Gonzo-they are my furever Persons and I rather think it is in Mozart and Gonzo's honour that She wants to give me a Scottish Holiday instead of a safe and warm for the rest of my life. She's quite right you know, I would have missed me Mum and Dad for the rest of me life, always keeping half an ear cocked for them to arrive to take me Home.
FROM HER:
LOL, Roo' is an amazing cat. Very much a people person, yet his whole heart belongs to his Mum and Dad, so rather than chance another harsh winter in Devon, he will be spending this winter with us in Scotland.
Last winter his Mum and Dad followed their usual arrangement of having someone feed him twice a day, but this year the caravan park will be closed for a long slice of winter and they wanted to make sure he would have a 'safe&warm'. The winters seem to be getting worse every year all over the UK, and last year Roo' had a bit of too hard a time getting through until his folks returned. They are very much CatPeople, Roo' knew what he was doing when he fell in love with them, lol!
They have three cats at their year-round home and would take Roo' there in a half heartbeat if they weren't worried his arrival would immediately break the heart of a 18+year old fellow who has been their lad since he was six weeks old. Sadly, the old fellow is likely seeing his last Autumn.
Next Spring Paul and I will return Roo' to Devon to reunite him with his Mum and Dad, whereupon he will go home with them at the end of their Spring Holiday to meet his new fur-sisters.
Until then, I like to think Mozart and Gonzo will not mind him borrowing their blog space to keep his fans and admirers (of which he has more than a few, the sausage raid is only the latest in a long string of wonderful scrapes he's inspired the Devonshire countryside with!) up-to-date while he enjoys what we hope will be a lovely posh holiday for him.
We're thinking of taking him round to Glen Shee for the skiing, and perhaps we'll think about the Munro tour-I think he'd like to be able to say he's done all seven when he returns to Devon next spring, lol!
Short for Rooney, however I am neither Irish nor a footballer (although the dogs and rabbits where I've spent my life will beg to differ on that matter-remind me to tell you about the sausage raid sometime soon as well:)
I am a nearly six year old (but really, who's counting?) Burmese-Siamese cross recently removed from Devonshire where I was the scourge of the countryside, and the well loved unofficial King of the Caravans where I found me own true loves, Mum and Dad. Here's me in an ungaurded moment (although it doesn't show me in my full glory at all):
Now, I was bred and raised in Devon, first living with a set of Persons who frankly are complete pillocks. Suffice it to say that although they at first attended to my needs with some casual regularity, they permitted the younger members of the pride to perform certain acts of torture so unforgivable that I soon took myself off to the nearby holiday park and found myself new Persons-me Mum and Dad. To make a long story short this good morning, I shall leave it for another time and let it go by saying they are simply the best Persons EVER. They care for me very much and I've heard them say many times that when their 'old fellow' goes to the Bridge I shall make the journey to live with them near London, where I shall undoubtably be the King of those environs.
They've taken me back to my so-called first Persons several times and I have always gone in the front and out the back as quick as you can please, often making it back to the caravan park before they do.
However, while I may not be counting my years, they are. Mum and Dad decided I shouldn't spend another Devon winter essentially on my own-something to do with the sausage raid, no doubt. I really must tell you all about that, it ranks right up there with the agreement I have with the caravan park owner Person's dog-I get the rabbits and bring her the ears which are the only parts she really likes. I do so love a win-win:)
So. One day a week ago They arrived. They seem alright, and once I heard Her tell me Mum that they would simply give me a Scottish Winter Holiday and then bring me back when The Warm returns, I willingly permitted me Mum to put me into the Roo Transport atop the lovely little nest made up of two jumpers-one of me Mum's and one of me Dad's.
And we were away. Frankly I tell you motor car transport is not all that. Suffice it to say that I was glad to see the litter box upon arrival! No mean feat for a fellow used to going out the open window whenever the Call of Nature arises, I managed to make it over 600 miles without what She calls 'an accident'. I also managed not to leave those nice little puddles of sick I've heard the caravan furbabies talk about leaving their Persons during a travel.
Here is a snap of me in my Roo Transport. It wants improvement for the return to Devon. I shall have to speak to Her about it.
And now I have some exploring to do so I shall turn this over to Her and She will flesh out some of the details for you. I am looking forward to reading the Adventures of Mozart and Gonzo on HIs computer while She does. She misses them quite a lot, I heard Her tell Him that once She saw how much I love me Mum and Dad, She knew it was like Her with Mozart and Gonzo-they are my furever Persons and I rather think it is in Mozart and Gonzo's honour that She wants to give me a Scottish Holiday instead of a safe and warm for the rest of my life. She's quite right you know, I would have missed me Mum and Dad for the rest of me life, always keeping half an ear cocked for them to arrive to take me Home.
FROM HER:
LOL, Roo' is an amazing cat. Very much a people person, yet his whole heart belongs to his Mum and Dad, so rather than chance another harsh winter in Devon, he will be spending this winter with us in Scotland.
Last winter his Mum and Dad followed their usual arrangement of having someone feed him twice a day, but this year the caravan park will be closed for a long slice of winter and they wanted to make sure he would have a 'safe&warm'. The winters seem to be getting worse every year all over the UK, and last year Roo' had a bit of too hard a time getting through until his folks returned. They are very much CatPeople, Roo' knew what he was doing when he fell in love with them, lol!
They have three cats at their year-round home and would take Roo' there in a half heartbeat if they weren't worried his arrival would immediately break the heart of a 18+year old fellow who has been their lad since he was six weeks old. Sadly, the old fellow is likely seeing his last Autumn.
Next Spring Paul and I will return Roo' to Devon to reunite him with his Mum and Dad, whereupon he will go home with them at the end of their Spring Holiday to meet his new fur-sisters.
Until then, I like to think Mozart and Gonzo will not mind him borrowing their blog space to keep his fans and admirers (of which he has more than a few, the sausage raid is only the latest in a long string of wonderful scrapes he's inspired the Devonshire countryside with!) up-to-date while he enjoys what we hope will be a lovely posh holiday for him.
We're thinking of taking him round to Glen Shee for the skiing, and perhaps we'll think about the Munro tour-I think he'd like to be able to say he's done all seven when he returns to Devon next spring, lol!
09 January 2011
FINAL UPDATE:
Things did not work out for Mozart and Gonzo in south Alabama, and they have been rehomed at a forever home back in North Georgia.
Relations between Fox and me continue joyfully, however.
This will sadly be the last post on their blog. Fox and I will miss Mozart and Gonzo VERY much but their best interests are better served in a home with a people who is home all the time (Fox's schedule has him at the restaurant over 12 hours a day), a home with warmth and love.
Thank-you all who followed the adventures of two cats who were determined to find a forever home, two cats who went through some heartrending situations as they made their way into my life, Fox's, and now their new home. They've been with their new people for a couple of months and it is working out beautifully for them.
They will not be posting from their new home, though, so I wanted to let everyone know what has happened.
Things did not work out for Mozart and Gonzo in south Alabama, and they have been rehomed at a forever home back in North Georgia.
Relations between Fox and me continue joyfully, however.
This will sadly be the last post on their blog. Fox and I will miss Mozart and Gonzo VERY much but their best interests are better served in a home with a people who is home all the time (Fox's schedule has him at the restaurant over 12 hours a day), a home with warmth and love.
Thank-you all who followed the adventures of two cats who were determined to find a forever home, two cats who went through some heartrending situations as they made their way into my life, Fox's, and now their new home. They've been with their new people for a couple of months and it is working out beautifully for them.
They will not be posting from their new home, though, so I wanted to let everyone know what has happened.
25 November 2010
Hmmmm.
Food-check
Comfort-check
Fox-check
Trip to our new home-sucky. he made us stay in the damn carrier the whole way. At least he was smart enough to put us in one carrier, he does listen to People, LOL!
It was very easy to say good-bye and good-luck to the codgie, she's staying with the foster-mom. Ick, she made BFF with the foster-mom's Dachshund (what a weird looking codgie, at least Gracie was ok to look at). We loaded up, and settled in for the trip, but Fox was so worried about us getting out of the car during stops he made us stay in the damn carrier. Then he made us stay in the damn bedroom for two days. Then he let us out of the damn bedroom, and now we are happy.
Except he doesn't have a computer??!! WOT?? He's got a PS3, why doesn't he have a computer??!! Luckily one of the many young ladies who visit left her laptop open, or I wouldn't be able to update all of you that Gozita and I are settled in. She's happy, he's got cable and she can catch up on Bloomberg TV. But no computer, so I, Mozart, could be lots happier. Hmph.
Dear Father Christmas, please tell People her stoopid son is OK but he needs to bring us more food from his hunting place (of course cats can eat cannelloni, d'uh!), and that he needs to get us a computer. And he needs to hook-up the web-cam so we can see People.
Hmph. Oh yeah, I've been a very good cat, and so has Gonzita.
Food-check
Comfort-check
Fox-check
Trip to our new home-sucky. he made us stay in the damn carrier the whole way. At least he was smart enough to put us in one carrier, he does listen to People, LOL!
It was very easy to say good-bye and good-luck to the codgie, she's staying with the foster-mom. Ick, she made BFF with the foster-mom's Dachshund (what a weird looking codgie, at least Gracie was ok to look at). We loaded up, and settled in for the trip, but Fox was so worried about us getting out of the car during stops he made us stay in the damn carrier. Then he made us stay in the damn bedroom for two days. Then he let us out of the damn bedroom, and now we are happy.
Except he doesn't have a computer??!! WOT?? He's got a PS3, why doesn't he have a computer??!! Luckily one of the many young ladies who visit left her laptop open, or I wouldn't be able to update all of you that Gozita and I are settled in. She's happy, he's got cable and she can catch up on Bloomberg TV. But no computer, so I, Mozart, could be lots happier. Hmph.
Dear Father Christmas, please tell People her stoopid son is OK but he needs to bring us more food from his hunting place (of course cats can eat cannelloni, d'uh!), and that he needs to get us a computer. And he needs to hook-up the web-cam so we can see People.
Hmph. Oh yeah, I've been a very good cat, and so has Gonzita.
17 November 2010
People and Paul have suggested we go to live with Fox, and I, Mozart, think that is a very good idea!
Fox, readers may recall, is the son of People (also known as Fox's Mom), and has been absent from People's life for a very long time. But last night he and People talked for a long time on the telephone, and things are worked out between them-Fox is going over to Scotland sometime this next Spring or Summer to meet his new step-father.
So, we are probably going to live in Fox's house in South Eats Alabama. I, Mozart, favour this idea highly because Fox is head chef at a Five-Star restaurant. YUM!
Gonzo is happy because she doesn't have to get more stabs, and then spend 22+ hours in the cargo hold of an airplane, then learn a whole new language. OK, I, Mozart, am happy for the same reason, but mostly the food, and I think I will really like living at Fox's house.
People is happy because she trusts Fox will be a good people for us to live with, and we will be still part of her life. People is not too happy because she will miss us, and because Fox rarely updates his FaceBook page (WOT??!!) and so she knows he will prolly not be too good about making sure I, Mozart, get to update my, erm, our blog. WOT???!!!
Hmph. We'll see about that!
Fox, readers may recall, is the son of People (also known as Fox's Mom), and has been absent from People's life for a very long time. But last night he and People talked for a long time on the telephone, and things are worked out between them-Fox is going over to Scotland sometime this next Spring or Summer to meet his new step-father.
So, we are probably going to live in Fox's house in South Eats Alabama. I, Mozart, favour this idea highly because Fox is head chef at a Five-Star restaurant. YUM!
Gonzo is happy because she doesn't have to get more stabs, and then spend 22+ hours in the cargo hold of an airplane, then learn a whole new language. OK, I, Mozart, am happy for the same reason, but mostly the food, and I think I will really like living at Fox's house.
People is happy because she trusts Fox will be a good people for us to live with, and we will be still part of her life. People is not too happy because she will miss us, and because Fox rarely updates his FaceBook page (WOT??!!) and so she knows he will prolly not be too good about making sure I, Mozart, get to update my, erm, our blog. WOT???!!!
Hmph. We'll see about that!
30 September 2010
Whoa, People scared us VERY badly last week!
She emailed our foster-people that she was going to find us a new home because it would take so long to get us over the Scotland! I, Mozart was very-very-very mad and hurt and thought about running away when our foster-people opened the front door, but Gonzo said to wait and think about things.
People and Paul waited and thinked too, and we are trying again to get on a areoplane for Scotland. (Wot's a areoplane?)
I, Mozart, and little miss Gonzita are gonna have to have another round of stabby things (dammit) and a tracking chip put in us (I don't want another one of those things but if it gets us to Scotland, People, and Paul, OK.) Then we gotta have a bunch of white paper things written on, Green Papers and whatever they use for Green Papers in Scotland exchanged, then according to People, we will be stuffed into separate special areoplane travel crates and put on a areoplane to go to Scotland, People, and Paul.
People told us about all this before she left to get on her areoplane to go to Scotland and Paul. She said the special areoplane travel crates are different than the nice soft cozy travel crates she used to carry us to the V.E.T.-she said the special areoplane travel crates are bigger and made of hard plastic. Hmmm. She said the areoplane people wouldn't let me and Gonzita ride in the same special areoplane travel crates, either.
HMPH! I, Mozart do not like the idea of my little miss Gonzita being in a different special areoplane travel crate without me, Mozart. People said her areoplane trip would take at least 22 hours. I, Mozart do not like to think about being apart from my little Gonzita for that long, she might be scared.
HMPH! I, Mozart, do not like special areoplane travel crates.
I sneaked into the foster-people's email and emailed all of this to People, who emailed back:
My Darling, Darling Mozart!
I am so sorry for scaring you and Little Miss Gonzita, I only did it because I thought it would be better for you and her. But Paul could tell how unhappy I was, and then I had a terrible dream that you and Gonzo ran away and had terrible adventures Outside!
So we decided to find a way somehow to make it work for you and Gonzo to come to Scotland, we are trying very hard to get you two here as soon as we possibly can!
Be a good Mozart for Sami, your foster-people, PLEASE!! Do not run away to Outside, or let Gonzo run away to Outside, and hopefully very soon you will be immigrant Moggies (that's what cats are called in Scotland).
I love you, my Ginger Boy, and Gonzo, too!
People
PS-does Sami know you can hack her email??!!
She emailed our foster-people that she was going to find us a new home because it would take so long to get us over the Scotland! I, Mozart was very-very-very mad and hurt and thought about running away when our foster-people opened the front door, but Gonzo said to wait and think about things.
People and Paul waited and thinked too, and we are trying again to get on a areoplane for Scotland. (Wot's a areoplane?)
I, Mozart, and little miss Gonzita are gonna have to have another round of stabby things (dammit) and a tracking chip put in us (I don't want another one of those things but if it gets us to Scotland, People, and Paul, OK.) Then we gotta have a bunch of white paper things written on, Green Papers and whatever they use for Green Papers in Scotland exchanged, then according to People, we will be stuffed into separate special areoplane travel crates and put on a areoplane to go to Scotland, People, and Paul.
People told us about all this before she left to get on her areoplane to go to Scotland and Paul. She said the special areoplane travel crates are different than the nice soft cozy travel crates she used to carry us to the V.E.T.-she said the special areoplane travel crates are bigger and made of hard plastic. Hmmm. She said the areoplane people wouldn't let me and Gonzita ride in the same special areoplane travel crates, either.
HMPH! I, Mozart do not like the idea of my little miss Gonzita being in a different special areoplane travel crate without me, Mozart. People said her areoplane trip would take at least 22 hours. I, Mozart do not like to think about being apart from my little Gonzita for that long, she might be scared.
HMPH! I, Mozart, do not like special areoplane travel crates.
I sneaked into the foster-people's email and emailed all of this to People, who emailed back:
My Darling, Darling Mozart!
I am so sorry for scaring you and Little Miss Gonzita, I only did it because I thought it would be better for you and her. But Paul could tell how unhappy I was, and then I had a terrible dream that you and Gonzo ran away and had terrible adventures Outside!
So we decided to find a way somehow to make it work for you and Gonzo to come to Scotland, we are trying very hard to get you two here as soon as we possibly can!
Be a good Mozart for Sami, your foster-people, PLEASE!! Do not run away to Outside, or let Gonzo run away to Outside, and hopefully very soon you will be immigrant Moggies (that's what cats are called in Scotland).
I love you, my Ginger Boy, and Gonzo, too!
People
PS-does Sami know you can hack her email??!!
03 August 2010
OH BOY!!
People has done it now!!
OK, very qwik catch-up...our New Years Eve pressie was a stoopid codgie. A woofer! We named her Gracie, and I, Mozart, love her very much although she can be very annoying sometimes. Gonzo loves Gracie too, and especially loves to get Gracie into trouble, hehe!
Meanwhile, People has been working for the Census Bureau but that's over now, and she is moving us to SCOTLAND, where the people talk even more funny than People. Hmmph. She has to leave us in some stoopid thing called qwarinteen for six months too, because she didn't put chips in all of us when we got our Shots.
HMPH!
People fell in love in the most modern way-she met a Scotsman on her peak oil forum. They first talked back and forth on the forum-that took up nearly a year and a half.
Then they started private messaging. That took up only about a month. Then they started using each other's private email, a really big deal because that implies HUGE trust.
Then he called her on the telephone. Sigh, Downhill to full-on love from there, they are getting married at the end of September.
HMMMMMMMMPH. And I, Mozart, little Gonzita, and that stoopid furbag Gracie will get to go to four-leg prison for six months.
People and Paul better have LOTS of pressies, and I'm not talking another stoopid furbag for when we gets outta the slammer, see!
People has done it now!!
OK, very qwik catch-up...our New Years Eve pressie was a stoopid codgie. A woofer! We named her Gracie, and I, Mozart, love her very much although she can be very annoying sometimes. Gonzo loves Gracie too, and especially loves to get Gracie into trouble, hehe!
Meanwhile, People has been working for the Census Bureau but that's over now, and she is moving us to SCOTLAND, where the people talk even more funny than People. Hmmph. She has to leave us in some stoopid thing called qwarinteen for six months too, because she didn't put chips in all of us when we got our Shots.
HMPH!
People fell in love in the most modern way-she met a Scotsman on her peak oil forum. They first talked back and forth on the forum-that took up nearly a year and a half.
Then they started private messaging. That took up only about a month. Then they started using each other's private email, a really big deal because that implies HUGE trust.
Then he called her on the telephone. Sigh, Downhill to full-on love from there, they are getting married at the end of September.
HMMMMMMMMPH. And I, Mozart, little Gonzita, and that stoopid furbag Gracie will get to go to four-leg prison for six months.
People and Paul better have LOTS of pressies, and I'm not talking another stoopid furbag for when we gets outta the slammer, see!
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