Another Cat

No, we haven’t got another cat – but it does look like another one has been added to the neighbourhood’s collection of cats.

The evidence? This, outside the back door today…

Psycho Cat vs. Ginger Bastard

Psycho Cat facing off the new cat

That’s Psycho Cat facing off the new addition, having already kicked him out of the cat flap.

The noise that was being made was unholy – and mainly from Psycho Cat – and the altercation ended up with Psycho Cat chasing Ginger Bastard off and up the nearest fence.

I suspect it won’t be the last time this happens, there’ll be more time for more catfights before the proper pack structure (or whatever cats use in place of a pack, I dunno) is established.


Unbelievable

Hard to believe that these two normally appear to hate each other, isn’t it?

Hound and Cat on the sofa

Studiously ignoring each other

It’s a bit of a ropy image – I may have a play and see if I can get a better copy, but it came off Herself’s iPhone, so it’s not great in low light anyway.


Yuck

Few things say “Good Morning” like putting your foot into a still-warm pool of dog vomit in the dark.

Mind you, I suppose it can only improve from here.  It’d fucking better improve from here, anyway. If it gets any worse I’m going to give up completely.


Visitation

Why is it that whenever I work from home, it seems to be a day where everyone and their uncle arrive?

So far today we’ve had the local Avon lady call, and the postman with some sodding huge package for Herself that needed to be signed for.

This is a totally common occurrence – I’m at home, we get spudloads of people knocking on the door. I don’t mind too much, it keeps things varied – it does, however, drive Hound fucking barmy.


Beach Aftermath

After yesterday’s visit to the beach, this is how Hound spent her evening…

Sleeping on the sofa, knackered

Sleeping on the sofa, knackered from her run on the beach

She’s getting old, knackered after only an hours running about.


Day Out

Today dawned effing cold but clear and bright, so we decided to take Hound off to the beach. Well, we were up in the area anyway for other stuff (delivering bits that Herself will need next weekend, of which more at some other point) so it made sense to go up to Wells-next-the-sea as well.

Hound loves the beach, and thinks it’s a fantastic way to spend an hour or two. And to be honest, I’m hard-pressed to disagree with Hound on that score. Even in early March, a day at the beach is ace. Many many moons ago I lived in Weymouth for two years, and the ability to go and sit by/on the beach whenever I wanted was probably one of the best bits of living there.

So Hound spent an hour running round the beach and then walking back through the pine barrens between the beach and the car-park.

We’ve had other stuff to do this afternoon, but Hound thinks it’s been a good day anyway.


Changing Behaviour

Yet again, the animals have proved this weekend that they are very very weird.

In at least the last six years, Psycho Cat has never come into the living room – he’s always been a solitary little bastard, only really coming in to the bedroom for a fuss or a stroke at night. In Bracknell his domain was always upstairs, and here he’s got one room where the dog never goes, and free run of the rest. But he’s still never come in to the living room.

This weekend though, that’s all changed. With the new living-room furniture, he’s been in to sit on both of us at one time or another. Hound isn’t really happy about this – she’s used to having dominion over Herself’s time in particular, so there’s been some serious jealousy going on.

As I type this, Hound’s lying in her basket in one corner of the room, and Psycho Cat is asleep (and purring) down by the side of my leg. This is, frankly, unheard of.

I’ve no idea what’s changed Psycho Cat’s mind about this state of affairs. It’s  not necessarily the new furniture, because we’ve done that before and he didn’t change his behaviour.  I’m not complaining though – it’s just very very weird.