Thursday 31 December 2009

Puddy tat puddy tat..where av u been


I have a cat - a bonkers-cat. We have had cats for years and of course many adventures too because of them.

This particular bonkers-cat is called Panther (yup he's black) also known as Delboy came to stay with us as a kitty-wak with is bro Fudge (tabby - gorgeous strawberry-ginger) - also known as Rodney.

They seemed a lovely pair, but as some of you know - they separated and Fudge was cast-out of the family home by Panther -we think Fudge tried to sue Panther, but lost and took up residence with writer-lady up the road.

Panther has had a difficult time of it lately and has also had to spend nights away from the home he fought over, at 2 catteries. The last time he went was during my mother's funeral  - for around 10 days. We managed to collect him 23rd December, despite snow-conditions.

He was so pleased to be back and was very giddy...and a little bit poorly - rumbly-tum-itis.

Xmas eve he went out for the night - bonkers! It was well below freezing - but a cat is a cat. And he didn't come back til New Year's Eve.

See, the trouble with a bonkers-cat is that there is no hole small enough to climb in to or roof too tall that can't be scaled. To look at him, one wouldn't think he was capable - he's kinda rotund with short legs - but he can't half move!

We once rescued him from the roof of the Pink Cottage when he was just a few months old - maybe he was practising then.

Or perhaps he thinks he's part of Santa's team of prezzie-deliverers or indeed a wee prezzie himself.

The neighbours behind us were quite surprised to find him down one of their chimneys this morning - a wee bit smelly, fusty, skinny - they fed him and let him go. They had to cut away the board that blocked off the old hearth - he had been sitting in a narrow gap for a few days in the base of an old unused chimney-breast.

We are very pleased to have him back - our bonkers-cat.