For Crispmouse I got some new bowls. Tom Crispmouse has always been very bad at removing price tags, I suspect it’s because he does a LOT of shopping each year.
Tom and She had to have my over spill stocking as mine was already very VERY full with Dreamies and chocolate orange. Three new brown bowls, nice and wide with low sides to accommodate my white whiskers.
Then there was one with a blue inside, a bit bigger for water. I like a good drinkand I like blue.
However!
On the side it had something written.
RABBIT
RABBIT!!!!
I am NOT a RABBIT.
Or maybe it’s a bowl just for rabbit food? I prefer that idea, I like rabbit.
* For those concerned She wanted me to let you know I am very generous with my chocolate orange and give it all to She and Tom. A cat like me has to look after her sleek lined figure.
It needed murdering, so I had a really good go at it.
First I tried licking it to death.Then rolling with it.
Well I’m used to friends playing dead for a while. This one didn’t!
No matter how hard I fought with it it fought back. Even kicking it. Flipping heck!
I had to bring out the big moves,Headbutt bites were required for this tricksy fish.
But it still kept flipping!
In the end She came along, opened up it’s tummy and said that for my mental health it was maybe better for the fish to be put in a cupboard for the rest of the day.
Why would it NOT die !?!
Have I lost my touch?
On a calmer note, I also got some Dreamies and some new bowls for Crispmouse. But I’ll tell you more about those another time.
She said if I laid down it would be even betterer.
Tom made the outside go faster and faster.
The caravan!
She said that maybe I should have a tardis then moving the changing outside to the static one would be quicker and less traumatic.
She said the caravan was half blue anyway.
Maybe I’m going to be the next Doctor!
Or maybe the Tardis
But that means the outside might change to times before or after She and Tom. Who would feed me then? Who would play the fishing rod game? Who would be custodian of the doors? Who would give me Thank you for coming home Dreamies?!
So Scientific Shes and Toms think that giving cats a vegan diet will improve their health. The majority of the cats in the study don’t get to hunt, so therefore they will not require worming or flea treatments as often as I do, therefore reducing their medication.
Hang on that might be nice!NO wait it wouldn’t!
I say what about their mental health.
The stuff of nightmares!
I am built to hunt. It is my instinct to hunt. If I’d seen a bunny yesterday I’d have brought it home! I leave all the yucky insidey bad bits so they don’t harm me. The bones aid my glands to function properly, would an Aquafaba meringue do that for me?!
I think not. In fact I know not!
I regulate my greens intake well, I don’t need any lettuce leaves.
Imagine life without hunting. I have murder mittens. My teeth are not for seeds and legumes!
Recently I have heard of the passing of two much loved canal pawsonalities. They have both run over Rainbow Bridge 62 at the bottom of Foxton and will be missedby many.
Lock 21
Firstly Tinker. I just about met Tinker last summer in Slawit, he looked after lock 21 on the Huddersfield Narrow Canal. She offered him some of my Dreamies, but he rightly refused them, not wanting to deprive me. He was a much loved local character. Here follows a statement by Jane Emery, the poem by Bev Clarke.
Tinker
Hi there, In Slawit we had a much loved cat, Tinker who spent his days sleeping and greeting people at Lock 21. So many people asked about him, the canal trust made a sign to explain that he wasn’t a stray and well looked after. Sadly Tinker passed over the rainbow bridge this week prompting a huge response from those who will miss him.. Below is the announcement of his passing:
To all who paused when passing by,
With gentle pat and kindly eye,
I thank you for your friendly ways,
That brightened up my latter days.
I proudly kept lock 21, for many years.
My work is done.
Please do not mourn, my life was good, But I was tired.
I leave with love. Tinker. X.
May he have plenty of locks to look after now
Then news from November last year about the passing of Retired Guide Dog Oakley.
Oakley
Just a few days ago would have been his eleventh birthday.Fundraising has helped raise enough money to sponsor a Guide Dog Puppy in his memory. Oakley’s Legacy fund raising page is here
Snoozy Woofer
Oakley served She Tracey for many years, helping her along the towpaths of the canals, a few years ago he retired and went to live with his Daddy Dixon. His last week was spent in the Lake District with his good friends.
Oakley and She Tracey
I never met Oakley, but Houdini the previous second mate on Lillian did, at a distance, with a pane of glass between them, Oakley didn’t like hissing furballs. But both Houdini and Oakley could appreciate each others qualities both living on boats. Oakley wrote a blog when he worked with She Tracey and somehow he has sent word from the other side of the Leicester Section of the Grand Union Canal via a bears blog! Yes I know a little bit strange.
Carrots!
Here’s a link to Oakleys final blog post from the great carrot patch of the Leicester Section.
I hope that when I get to run over bridge 62 I’ll be joining Houdini in her field of mice and shrews surrounded by big trees to climband not have to eat any carrots!
Many Thanks to Tom Tim for being able to use the photos of Oakley.
Scarboreugh is turning out to be not quite so boring after all.
I’m a model, you know what I mean
The last few nights I’ve been on guard as I suspected there might be a friend about, and last night we came nose to nose. I was so pleased that I’d found a friend that we both climbed the stairs so that I could introduce She and Tom.
It took a bit to wake them up. She cottoned on first that I had a friend with me and wasn’t about to curl up on the bed with her. Instead I was doing my best to persuade my new found friend to come out and say hello from inside some of She’s clothes that were on the floor.
Who’s that!?!
She in the end helped and confirmed that I did have a friend, a mouse. I of course knew that! I’d brought it with me! She said hello and lights were turned on, my friend was a little bit shy of the spotlights and dashed away to find Tom’s clothes.
Tom came over to say hello too. Neither of them knew where my friend had come from or was, I did though. Tom lifted suitcases, She flipped boxes around whilst I didn’t understand why they weren’t looking at Toms socks.
They are such strange things. She zipped up the big ‘I’m going away’ bag, listened to it and then handed it to Tom. He took the empty bag downstairs and outside and closed the front door. Where was he going away to at this time?!
Just a little while later he brought the bag back, put it on the floor and got back into bed. He can’t have gone away anywhere.
Night Night Tilly!
But I hadn’t introduced them to my friend properly yet and they were turning the lights off. They’d distracted me so I’d lost sight of my new acquaintance. I carried on looking for them whilst Tom and She got back on with snoring!
Mrs Tilly 