Posts Tagged ‘mac’

Chilin wiv ma boyz

Seeing Mac and Horatio earlier this week, I realised that I’d forgotten how cats manage to make themselves both cuddly and sleek at exactly the same time, though when it came to giving Mac belly-rubs, I was relieved to discover that I’d lost none of my timing vis-a-vis the getaway…!

Horatio - 30 March 2010

Horatio - 30 March 2010

Mac and Horatio - 30 March 2010

Mac and Horatio - 30 March 2010

Mac - 30 March 2010

Mac - 30 March 2010

I miss having cats around.

So much so, that I’m going to ask my landlords if I can have Queenie here. When I first moved in, they said it wouldn’t be wise to have a cat as they’ve got a semi-feral one who nearly killed the last to live here. However, I’ve been keeping a eye out and I’ve never seen her on “my” side of the farm, so I’m thinking that it’s worth taking the risk.

I’ll speak to them before making any decisions, but I do miss having a cat around the place.

Online … at home!

I spent yesterday and today up in Oxfordshire, visiting B (my ex) and the cats, Mac and Horatio, who are looking sleek and positively radiant. It was lovely to the boys – and B! – and we spent a lovely evening curled up in front of the TV, stuffing our faces with curry and watching Up on DVD. And can I just say that if you haven’t yet seen Up, then get yourself a copy RIGHT NOW as it is simply fan-tastic.

Anyway, after a lovely 24 hours up in the ‘shire, I headed on home and was almost knocked over by Snipe and Midge, who I’d left with Ally for the duration. It was the first time they’d spent a night away from me for two and a half years so it was both good and bad to discover that they’d been absolutely fine during my absence and hadn’t pined at all 🙄 😆

But even better than doggy-kisses was the discovery of a parcel on my doorstep …

I am thrilled to report that TalkTalk, the bastards, have finally sent me my router and connected my broadband.

Yes, you read that right. It may have taken them six weeks but I am finally online and can officially state that anyone in possession of their right mind should do anything, anything rather than sign up with these gits.

But … I’m just happy to be re-connected to the wibbly web at long last. I’ll be even happier if they make good on their promise and give me two months free line rental to make up for their ineptitude!

A law unto themselves

As you would expect, our three cats have differing and distinct personalities.

Queenie keeps herself to herself, fighting off unwanted attention but never able to get enough … when she’s in the mood!

Horatio is a softie, gentle, loving and sweet.

Mac is a hunter, as much of a cat’s cat as it’s possible to be.

Mac, Horatio and Queenie - 29 April 2009

Mac (with his head popping up over the fence), Horatio (on the fence) and Queenie (on the top right on the wall) - 29 April 2009

At night, Queenie sleeps in her own bed and woe-betide anyone who gets too close.

Horatio would love to come under he duvet but is scared of the dark (!!) so instead curls up at the foot of the bed.

Mac is actually banned from coming under the covers on the grounds that he’s a sadistic little git who thinks that human feet exist to allow him to hone his hunting skills – stalk, pounce, disable using teeth and claws!

The ban worked well over the summer but now that it’s getting colder at night, I have discovered a fatal flaw. The so-and-so waits until I’ve fallen asleep and then climbs in beside me! So far, he’s been more interested in snuggling up than feet-baiting but that doesn’t stop me waking up whenever I feel his soft fur brushing up against me, just in case I have to call an ambulance or something!

Cats! Horatio would be the purrfect (sorry!) feline hot water bottle: why do I get the psycho?!

When Mac went missing

Last week, my two year old black cat, Mac, gave us quite a scare when he didn’t come home one night. Mac’s the kind of cat whose life and its timings are ruled by his belly so he is always home for his dinner, usually within a few minutes of us walking through the door. And you should hear his cries and yowls if we’re not fast enough getting his meat into his bowl. In fact, Mac’s the only reason we’re still forking out for tinned cat food – the other two would be happy enough with just biscuits and the odd treat but not Mac, no sir-ee!

So when he failed to come home, we were worried. Still, we reasoned, next door’s teenagers were having a party while their parents were away and since we would have preferred to be anywhere but in our house, maybe Mac would come home once the noise stopped (if it ever would).

I don’t know how many time I woke up in the night, but despite Horatio’s best efforts to convince me that Mac was home (most nights, Mac wakes me up in the darkest hours by chewing my toes if they fail to stay beneath the safety and protection of the duvet) by gnawing on my foot (the one and only time he has ever done that) but once the sun rose and banished a sleepless night, Mac still wasn’t home.

Mac - 29 April 2009

Mac - 29 April 2009

B and I kept telling ourselves that he was probably locked in someone’s shed but as I set off for the farm, it was hard to stop myself from wondering if I’d ever see the greedy guts again.

Once I’d fed the pigs and chickens, I rushed home, got changed into my work clothes and headed off to earn a crust, still thinking the same gloomy thoughts. I have to come home at lunch to let the dogs out, and was able to persuade work to let me work an extra hour that day in exchange for a two hour lunch break so I could look for Mac. There are 40 or so houses on our block. I know this, because I knocked on most of them, asking whoever answered if they’d seen a black cat, and to check their sheds to see if he had been locked in by accident.

Most people were lovely and offered to check immediately but it was embarrassing to find out how many people knew our cats intimately.

“Oh yes, they’re yours are they? We always have black cats in our yard, we wondered who they belonged to.”

“Now, is that the older looking cat, quite small? Or one of the bigger, younger ones?”

“Oh no, sorry to hear that. Is is the one that’s all black, or one of the ones with small white patches on their chest? And is it the one with the bigger patch or just a few hairs?”

Oh dear!

Thankfully, just as I was getting my lunch ready, desperately hoping that my efforts would be rewarded, Mac strolled in through the door, almost without a care in the world. Apart from one, that is. He headed straight for the biscuit bowl and tucked in, as though he hadn’t eaten for twenty-four hours.

He ate and ate and ate, had some water, greeted his brother, said hello to Snipe, and then the three cats headed off outside to enjoy the sunshine.


Many, many thanks to Margaret for posting about her experiences when her cat, Pebbles, went missing, as that’s where I got the idea to knock on our neighbours’ doors and ask them to check their sheds.

Interestingly, neither Queenie nor Horatio left the house for more than a few minutes at a time until Mac came home, which was very unusual as the day was hot and sunny, the perfect weather for cats to be out and about. They knew something was wrong, and they weren’t leaving until Mac came home.

The very best of friends!

Snipe and Mac, best friends for ever!

Snipe and Mac - 5 May 2009

You can't go to sleep like that, you're grubby! Urgh, dogs! Filthy creatures!

Snipe and Mac - 5 May 2009

Shush! Less clean, more sleep. Night night all.

Oh, and if you’re wondering, Snipe’s box bed fell apart so we’re trying out her proper bed again. It only works if I lift the sleeping bag out of her bed in the kitchen, otherwise she sleeps the night there. It’s not really a problem, apart from the fact that she comes and wakes me at 5am. And again at 5.15am. And again at 5.30…

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


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

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