Sunday, April 8, 2018

Sheep Whisperer

Living here in the country is so different to the bush we lived in before.  Every now and then there are sheep in our paddocks and they seem to be fascinated by me.  I wasn't so sure the first time but was safe on the fence. 
Pretending I can't see them.
I know they can't reach me here.

Life is pretty busy here for us cats.  There are mice in the ceiling so every now then Mum drops the stairs so I can go up and check them out.
Me in the roof cavity sorting out the mouse problem
 Having a rest on the fence
Me sleeping in the lounge
 Jake in the cocoon
 Jake has been busy too and this is his catch of the day.
 Inspecting the firewood in Poppy's kennel
 Jake and me following Mum to the shed.  Firewood shed behind us.
 I had to inspect Dad's handiwork on the Chook house.
 Me doing some tree climbing
Me and Jake sleeping on Hogan's bed
 Me hugging Hogan.  He is my favourite dog.
 Helping Dad with the car maintenance
Sleeping with Hogan after a busy day.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Life at Kimbolton

After Chloe left, Jake and I couldn't believe it was safe to walk about the yard.  We had a lovely peaceful day and then on the 17th January 2018, Mum put us in our crates and took us to Sharrow.

We stayed there for 2 nights and were so relieved when Mum picked us up on the 19th January.  We went on a really long trip.  I travelled in the back of the wagon with the dogs and Jake was up front with Mum.  On the back seat were the 2 roosters, 7 hens and 2 ducks.  It was very crowded.

When we arrived at the new house, Jake and I were shut in the main bedroom and ensuite.

 Food and crates in ensuite
 Chickens and stuff on lawn first night
 Dogs outside the new house
 Jake looking for breakfast
 Ducks and chickens on lawn
 Jake and me in the dog beds
 Freedom at last
 Jake was a little scared to come outside and needed a little encouragement
 Me off to explore 
 What lives down there?
 Lovely soft sand to dig in!
Jake 

Chloe (The Garden Pixie)

On the 15th January 2018, Chloe went home with a lovely couple from the Waitakere township.  Sadly she didn't like me and Mum tried lots of things to stop her bullying me.  She was wearing 3 bells and a lovely pink collar but was scaring me away.  Jake had taken to disappearing for a couple of days at a time.
This is Chloe in Mum's knitting basket.  It was for me to hide in but she took it over.
This is me trying to hide and get comfort from Mum.
A rare photo of me and Chloe in the same space.

Chloe is a Siamese with stripes and wanted to be the only cat.  I was told that Arnie kept her in control but he died the week before I moved in and as I grew up she terrorized me more and more.  She is really settled in her new home and being spoiled rotten.  She took her cat crate, scratching post, a quilt and bowl.
 Still in her crate at the new place.
 She has found a lap.
 Doesn't look like she is missing us.
 Being doted on.
 Chloe has the good life now.
That is definitely a Chloe look of do not disturb!

I know Mum misses her but Jake and I are now best friends and love living in Kimbolton with our family.  Read next post for our adventures. 


Sunday, May 21, 2017

Introducing Ginger Thom

On the 11th Nov 2016 we picked up our ginger kitten from a work collegue whose partner found 2 dumped kittens in a box outside his work.  They were approximately 2 weeks old and were hand reared by this lovely couple.  We were privileged to take little ginger Thom.
 Thom and Millie
Little Thom kitten
 The day we brought him home
 Settling in on the sofa
 Getting close to Chloe
Shilo was fascinated by Thom
Trying to get close to Jake
 Playing with Hogan's tail
With the dead baby bunny Jake brought home for Thom.

Arnie (2002 - 3 Nov 2016)

Arnie disappeared on the 3rd Nov 2016.  It was not unusual for him to be away from home overnight or even once 2 weeks but this time it didn't feel right.  We called him that night expecting him to return during the night meowing as he did to announce he was home.  Sadly that did not happen so next day after I got home, I took the dogs for a walk up the drive.  When I spotted Poppy and then Shilo looking in a drain under the neighbour's drive, I thought I had better investgate.  It was Arnie.  He was half in the drain and definitely dead.  I picked him up and carried him home so we could say goodbye properly and bury him with the others.
This is the last photo I have of Arnie sitting on my legs while I was sewing the binding on my niece's quilt.  He was a real character cat and a mean hunter.  He lived a good full life with us after we rescued him and his brother Forrest from a forest out of Dargaville where they had been dumped.  He was 14.5 years old and outlived his brother by 7 years.
 Arnie was really confident with the dogs and was often found close to one of them.  In this case it is Shilo who really wasn't so sure.
 A group of tabbies - Arnie back left with Bruno and in front Forrest.  They are altogether again.
 Always in the centre of things.
With Jake.
Hanging out with Hogan.
We were due to get a ginger kitten the week after Arnie left us.  I was so looking forward to Arnie training the new one but sadly he left before that happened.
RIP Arnie 
Life is much quieter without you.