Weird Sleeper

As I’ve said before, Psycho Cat seems to prefer to sleep in some very strange places and positions.  Even more bizarrely, he seems to prefer to sleep in the most uncomfortable scrunched up places possible.

Bear in mind that he’s got pretty much full run of the house, and could be sleeping on the spare bed, in the basket that he’s got, or in the living room on the sofa, chair or footstool thingy.

But no, he chooses to sleep (at the moment) on the dining room table, which also doubles on occasion as a desk, or a resting place for all kinds of tat. Last night, Herself had left a backpack thing on there. And this morning, guess what he was sleeping on/in…

Cat sleeping on rucksack

Sleeping with the strap right round him

And obviously pretty comfortable / happy to do so.

I worry about him, I really do

Snugged *right* in. Weird little fucker

Weird beast.


Letting Sleeping Dogs Lie

On the theme of sleeping animals, Hound has a decidedly odd sleeping method when she’s properly asleep.

Hound, fast asleep by the back door

Hound, fast asleep by the back door

She sleeps on her side, legs straight out. It doesn’t look comfortable, but she seems to be OK with it. Bizarrely, she can also sleep curled up on a chair or whatever, but this is definitely her preferred sleeping posture.

Hound, sleeping on the grass

Hound, sleeping on the grass


Sleeping Cat

Over the weekend, we left a quilt/throwover thing in a laundry basket in the utility room, waiting for it to be put into the washing machine the next morning.

When we got in there, this is what we found…

Cat sleeping on the quilt in the basket

Cat sleeping on the quilt in the basket

A more close-up view of the little sod…

Cat closeup in the basket

Cat closeup in the basket

We’ve lived here for three years now, and the furry little fuckpot has never slept in the utility room. Now though, he’s been in there for two nights on the trot.

I despair of these sodding animals, I swear.


Cat vs. Pond

One of the other events of the weekend was Psycho Cat finally discovering the pond – and being fascinated by it. The tadpoles intrigued him, but he can’t catch them.

Hunting Tadpoles

Hunting Tadpoles

The frogs are interesting too, but disappear into the bits of the pond he can’t get into.

Of course, when he realises/remembers that he’s a Turkish Van (and thus quite adept at being a swimming cat) then he may spend more time in the pond than around it…


Frogs

As well as the immense number of tadpoles in the pond, we’ve also got at least six frogs of various sizes/generations. All told, it’s been a remarkably successful wildlife pond, especially for having been in place for only a year.

Frog The First

Both the one above and the one below were sitting quite happy in the pond at the same time (and at opposite sides, so I know they’re different ones) – apparently they’ve decided that sitting still is one of the better defences, and they only move when you get too close.

Frog 2

Frog The Second


Tadpoles

Just over a year ago (16th May, to be exact) we put a pond into the garden – nothing huge, but a little ‘nature pond’, with the intention of making it a useful home/habitat for the frogs/toads we seem to have all year round.

Over the Bank Holiday weekend we looked in the pond, and there’s loads of tadpoles in there. No idea whether they’re frog or toad tadpoles – I guess we’ll find out once they’ve changed state a bit, as currently they’re just classic tadpole-shape.  There’s also a load of tiny bug things (can’t you tell I’m a specialist in this stuff?) and larvae that they’re feeding on, and stuff at the bottom for them to hide in, so it seems like it must be a pretty good layout.

I’m ridiculously chuffed about this, as I didn’t really expect it to get to this state ’til next year, and possibly the year after. But no, we’ve got a working nature pond on our first try.

Now if only we can get birds in the nextbox, and owls in the owlbox. Then I’ll be really happy. (Admittedly I don’t expect anything in the owl box until Hound pops her clogs, because she’s so bloody noisy and irritating)


Comfortable

As I’ve said before, sometimes I wonder if the new suite we bought was actually just for the animals to be comfortable.

This one was taken over the weekend, while we were watching the Eurovision results – never bother watching the songs (except maybe that last couple if we get the timing wrong) but the results are usually good for a laugh. Depressingly Grahm Norton is nowhere near as funny on them as Terry Wogan was, but still it’s an amusing hour.

Hound, Fast asleep in the armchair

*Very* relaxed