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Happy birthday, B!

It’s B’s birthday today and since she’s spending the week with her family in Oxfordshire, I thought I’d post some photos of the cats who are all missing her desperately (I’m merely the mug who feeds them. She’s their Human. Cats! Huh!) in the hopes of reminding her where she lives 😉

Queenie - 29 April 2009

Queenie didn't want to be photographed. Reminds me of Wilson from Home Improvement!

Mac - 29 April 2009

About two seconds after I took this photo, Mac launched an attack on Snipe's tail!

Horatio - 29 April 2009

It took me forever, but I finally persuaded Horatio to stand still!

Happy birthday, B! Hurry home, we miss you xx

Animal-tastic

Another round of photos from last year when we lived at mum’s:

The view from Mum's yard gate - 17 March 2008

The view from Mum's yard gate - 17 March 2008

Ted meets the Kune Kunes - 17 March 2008

Ted meets the Kune Kunes - 17 March 2008

Mac - 17 March 2008

Mac - 17 March 2008

Albert and Victoria - 17 March 2008

Albert and Victoria - 17 March 2008

Round-up

It’s been a busy few days

  • Wormed the pigs this week. Used the injection Ivomectin, which does internal worms and external parasites. Stabbed myself as well several times, so I’m covered. Not easy to inject “under the skin” when your pigs don’t have very loose skin. Add that to the self-injecting and next time, I’m using granules.
  • Sliced my finger open yesterday on a tin as I picked it up to throw into the recycling box. Ouch.
  • B has gone away for the week to see relatives. Not sure who misses her more, me or her cat. Horatio’s consequently sulking big time and won’t talk to me. I’ll put a wash on soon, that’ll cheer him up.
  • After many months of eating properly, Midge has gone back to being a fussy eater and in the past three days, hasn’t eaten much more than a handful of biscuits. All I can do is wait for her to get hungry…
  • My hand is covered in scratches. I think one of the cats went for me while I was asleep last night!
  • Before worming the pigs, I measured them all to get an estimate of their weights. I’ve been feeding them too much. Oops!
  • It was sunny yesterday morning when I fed the pigs, so I didn’t put on my waterproof coat. Predictably, the heavens opened and I was forced to wait it out in Tia and Bailey’s ark. Tia was thrilled and settled down for lots of belly rubs and head scritches. Bailey was a bit surprised when he eventually had enough of the hailstones and made for shelter!
  • I want to get on with the vegetable garden but we keep getting frosts. Most annoying.

Daft dogs and crazy cats

Our beloved pets might be a tad on the eccentric side but at least they give me plenty of blogging material!

Poor Midge was not impressed by her bed-mate's behaviour!

Poor Midge was not impressed by her bed-mate's behaviour!

All I did was get something from the drawer and turn my back for one minute!!

All I did was get something from the drawer and turn my back for one minute!!

The cat sat on … the ice

This time last year, we had a hard frost up at Mum’s and Mac took the opportunity to learn all about ice:

Mac on the frozen bucket of water - 18 February 2008

Mac on the frozen bucket of water - 18 February 2008

He spent ages checking it out: I gave watching but since the sight of a soaking wet cat failed to materialise, I guess he also got bored before the ice melted!

Dirty stop out!

I usually get home from the farm at around the same time every day (though it’s often later than usual, especially now that the evenings are so much lighter) and within five minutes of me walking in through the door, all the cats will be in through the window, yowling and wailing for their dinner.

But, on Sunday, there were only two black cats wrapping themselves round my ankles. Sunday night was the night we were preparing the chicken for the oven so didn’t have too much time to worry initially but after we were done and Jennie had made her way home, Horatio’s absence became extremely noticeable. We called and called but to no avail.

In the end, a couple of hours after we came home, I gave in and fed Mac and Queenie, putting some for H to one side.

And then, finally, just as I was mentally designing the “Lost” posters, I heard a great thump as he landed (none too gracefully) on the counter below the kitchen window.

I may be reading too much into this, but I swear he looked rather put out to find me in the kitchen, almost as though he’d been hoping that it was one of those evenings where no-one is home until late.

He ate a bit of his dinner but didn’t seem that hungry and took himself off to bed (ours), where he was fussed by a very relieved B (Horatio being her cat).

For some time now, we’ve been of the opinion that the dity stop out has found himself an elderly lady who has been spoiling him rotten. Our evidence is this:

  • Mac and Queenie have been maintaining a constant weight, despite being Hunters. H is a wuss but isn’t a scavenger – and yet he has developed quite a gut.
  • He often comes in at one or two in the morning, stinking of perfume (it reminds me of the one my grandmother often wears) and is all lovey-dovey and full of cuddles and purrs.

Is it me or does that sound like a guilty conscience?!

Our theory is this: on Sunday, his Lady Friend had roast chicken for lunch and when he turned up to visit, he was presented with a plate of leftovers. He tucked in, probably had a saucer of milk for pudding, and then slept on her lap in front of the fire until way past his usual Home Time. He hoped to sneak back in but got caught…

At least the dogs are loyal! Mostly…

Horatio tries to camouflage himself in the bathroom

Horatio tries to camouflage himself in the bathroom

Queenie reclines on her throne - 16 February 2009

Queenie reclines on her throne - 16 February 2009

Mac looks wide-eyed and a little freaky! - 16 February 2009

Mac looks wide-eyed and a little freaky! - 16 February 2009

The morning after the night before

Those of you who read JennieWorld Today will no doubt have already had a good chortle over your cornflakes this morning.

If you don’t, head over there now and see what Tia and Scrumpy got to yesterday while I was driving B to her parents’ house for a long weekend…

Right, now that you’ve stopped laughing, picked yourselves up off the floor and dusted yourselves off, here’s how things looked in the cold light of day.

Following Jennie’s evening phone call letting me know what had happened, and a long drive back to south Wales, I had a rather sleepless night – not helped by one of the cats who spent a good proportion of my duvet time trying to wake me up. He (don’t know which one, lucky cat) batted my nose til I opened my eyes and then, when I had the cheek to close them again, jabbed the tip of my nose with his claws – and then couldn’t work out why said eyes had such a murderous glint to them when they reopened… The little shit then retreated and did the same thing to my toes. He was, unsurprisingly, booted off the bed!

Hmm, where was I? Oh yes, the other cause for my sleepless night was the dream I was having before the cat got bored. According to my imagination, the spillage was just one sack and the mountain of sprouts was just one or two that the birds had eaten before my arrival, leaving me with very little clean up work.

Of course, as my body settled back down to go to sleep, my brain woke up and started worrying. Once I’d convinced it that the clean up really wouldn’t take that long, it started mulling over the reasons Tia and Scrumpy got out in the first place (I knew they would do something but didn’t put the electric fence on, reasoning that with one flat battery, the two working ones were better off with the chickens not the pigs… ha!) and what I will do with them over the next couple of months. The problem is quite simple: I’ve run out of dry ground. There is one other patch they could go on but it’s got some rather sodden patches that I’d rather use later in spring so it doesn’t get ruined. Neither their existing patch nor the proposed new site have got anything worth eating, but at least the other site would be fresh ground for them. What to do?

(Now that it’s daylight, the answer is obvious – but Jennie won’t like it one little bit… :D)

Anyway…

I arrived this morning feeling somewhat befuddled and sleepy but ready to take whatever the pigs could throw at me. Having seen Jennie’s photos on her blog, I was expecting the worst but was pleasantly surprised by the reality:

Not the disaster I was expecting! 31 January 2009

Not the disaster I was expecting! 31 January 2009

I think they only emptied three, maybe four sacks. Annoyingly, they ripped two of them wide open so they’ll have to be cleaned and used as something else. The worst damage is to the path so I had to use the cardboard I was saving for the lasagne garden to repair the damage.

Unfortunately, the sacks were filled with things that pigs shouldn’t eat, such as oranges, parsnips, pineapples and tomatoes. That did not, however, seem to stop them as I discovered numerous scraps of orange peel dotted around. They were, however, chirpy and excited about breakfast so I doubt they’ll come to any harm.

All in all, it only took about half an hour to clear up, mainly because Jennie and her man did the bulk of it yesterday. But it’s more or less back to normal now:

The after shot! 31 January 2009

The after shot! 31 January 2009

They certainly had fun in the field and dug plenty of holes to keep me busy the next time the mud dries out:

Beware the hole! 31 January 2009

Beware the hole! 31 January 2009

But it could have been very much worse. There’s one patch of grass that I am saving for the next litter of piglets, whenever that will be and I don’t care how much rain we have, only piglets (and their mama!) will be housed on it.

Of course, it’s not actually fenced off so Tia and Scrumpy enjoyed some of its grassy goodness during their fun time. But – crucially – they didn’t leave any of their trademark pits, only a slight amount of turfing that, as you can see in the second photo, was easily remedied using my foot:

Turfed! 31 January 2009

Turfed! 31 January 2009

the after shot! 31 January 2009

Turfed: the after shot! 31 January 2009

Mind you, I found out this week that one of the sows (Brini’s sister) I sold to a friend of mum’s has also been exploring beyond her boundaries. The other morning, he overslept and woke to discover the sow and her piglets at his door, demanding their grub. He quickly got dressed and using the tried-and-tested method of a bucket, walked them calmly back to their field. Until, that is, he got to his vegetable garden. Well, more precisely, the remains of it… He’s an adept gardener and had been nursing several winter vegetables through the worst of the weather, doing such a good job that they even survived the frosts. But not the pigs. What they didn’t eat, they’d demolished and trodden into the mud. So, you see, it could have been so much worse!

Having fun at Christmas

Happy yuletide and all that!

Did you have a good day? Did Santa bring you your heart’s desire? Or were you too naughty…?!

I bet you didn’t have as much fun as my lot:

Snipe - 25 December 2008

Snipe - 25 December 2008

Snipe, Mac and Midge - 25 December 2008

Snipe, Mac and Midge - 25 December 2008

I received lots of lovely presents which shall have their own post tomorrow when things return back to normal (well, as normal as they ever can when you live in Cardiff but keep pigs…)

Enjoy the rest of the holiday!

The cats felt left out

The cats have been complaining that I never post any photos of them.

Since I’ve come home in the middle of the day to get the wrapping done, I thought I’d make an effort to keep the peace and take some photos:

Queenie - 24 December 2008

Queenie - 24 December 2008

Horatio - 24 December 2008

Horatio - 24 December 2008

Mac - 24 December 2008

Mac - 24 December 2008

Grumpy animals!

The dogs and cats are all sulking because they’ve had their food rations decreased. And when I say sulk, I mean sulk.

I tried the dogs on a Chubb sausage thing and they devoured it. Even Snipe, who is a typical Labrador and just gulps down her food without pausing to chew, delicately picks out the Chubb from her bowl before eating the biscuits. And I thought Midge was going to wet herself with pleasure!

But 800g of Chubb seems a lot more than 800g of tinned dog food so because they get their proper requirements from the complete biscuits and the meat is just a luxury, instead of halving it and feeding it over two days, I’ve cut it in three. They know they’ve been cheated!

The cats, however, are insisting they’re much worse off but they can blame Asda for their ration. On Monday, I discovered that instead of getting a 2.5% VAT reduction on the cat food, I instead paid 21p more than the previous week. The sneaky bastards put the price up from £1.98 to £2.23 but you pay £2.19 at the till and when I pointed this out to the store supervisor, he tried to insist I was getting a good deal!

Again, they get all their nutritional requirements from their biscuits (which are kept topped up at all times) so we’ve decided that since Queenie and Horatio generally get bored after eating a few mouthfuls but Mac munches his way through the rest, we’ll give them just half a tin each day. We cut them down slowly so at first they failed to notice the difference but now …. let’s just say it ain’t pretty! They all devour the complete contents of their bowl as soon as it’s put down and spend the next fifteen minutes wrapping themselves around my legs, insisting they’re all still hungry. No, just greedy. They did the same thing when Queenie decided she would eat the shop’s own cat food and not exclusively Whiskers so the boys went from a tin between the pair of them to a tin between all three cats. As I said, they’ve got biscuits whenever they want them and I’ve got bills to pay!

Tia and Scrumpy are also getting less food than they’re accustomed to but after the events of yesterday, they’re getting a whole post to themselves which I will endeavour to write and publish today. Possibly with photos!