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Ella

Ella is Jean & Wilson's cat - that is to say they are her servants. She came from a rescue centre after the previous one, Cleo (sister to Chicken) was killed on the road.

Ella's Blog

Since my last post, they have installed a woodburning stove in the sitting room. It gets really hot, so Chicken and I can really roast ourselves.

Life is really good here. I like the summer best, because I can lie on the wall and bask in the sun, as well as stay out late.
Come to that, I also like the winter best because I can stay in bed all day and bask in front of the fire all evening.

A couple of years ago Jean & Wilson rescued another cat, but she was a great big bully and terrorised me - wouldn't let me into the house - so she went to live with Chicken's next door neighbour in Nottingham. Now they have brought Chicken to live here, for some reason I don't understand. However, she keeps herself to herself and we largely ignore each other so I don't mind. I hear that she is a good hunter, so perhaps when she is allowed out we can hunt in pairs which would be great, as I'm crap at hunting - I can catch shrews because they don't run very fast but I'm not very good at birds (maybe this is something to do with this blasted bell they hang round my neck)

Chicken

Chicken is Sarah's cat (same comment). Her proper name is Chapaev but Sarah felt a bit daft standing at the back door shouting 'Chapaev, Chapaev........come and have your tea........' so she now answers to Chicken.
If you really want to know who Chapaev is/was, click this link (but don't say you weren't warned)

Chicken's Blog

It appears I have become famous on the internet. If you look here on Sarah's website you will find my photograph. The hit count went up dramatically on its publication, which just goes to show that cats are more interesting than Russian literature

Its an age since I wrote anything. I never did get to go to Canada ~ I'd got my passport & jabs, when Sarah found out that in Canada, even in the city, skunks and raccoons get in through the catflap. So I stayed here, and now I'm a confirmed country cat, even though Sarah has moved back to the UK

Sarah has gone to live in Canada, so I'm staying with Jean & Wilson until she gets sorted out: I may be going myself in January which will be quite exciting. In the meantime, Jean is spoiling me rotten - I'm not very fond of cuddles, but I do like a nice stroke.

It's a bit different here, as I can't go out (yet) hunting, like I did in Nottingham. Just at present I stay upstairs where I feel safe, but this morning I wend downstairs for a nose round - seems quite interesting. The first few days I was here, I found a secret hiding place and hid for two whole days, which got them quite worried (LOL)

My favourite place is on the windowsill near Jean's desk, as it gets nice and hot in the afternoon - but it's not as good as on top of Sarah's turntable, where I could get really roasted.

Pauline & Martin came to see Jean & Wilson (actually it was me they came to see) and brought me some tins of my favourite tuna.

The last couple of days has been quite hot, so the window in my room has been open a bit, and the smell of the fresh air is wonderful - I spent ages just savouring it. The other night there were delicious cooking smells coming from outside: I think it was tuna, but they didn't give me some - anyway, I prefer mine out of a tin.

Last night I came downstairs and went in the kitchen! Never been in there before - I think this is the way to the great outdoors, but not just yet. I also had a nose around their bedroom, so I'm gradually getting to find my way around the house.

Yippee, Iv'e just been OUTSIDE!! Not for very long, and I came straight back in after about twenty minutes, but it was really good to get some fresh air.

I have been getting very adventurous round the house this last few days, and have been weighing up the catflap all day today, but I think they wanted to wait until it was quiet.

Still, now I've been out once, that's it, I'm OK now.

So now I think I'll have my tuna and a little lie down.

Oh, and Jean bought me some catnip: positively orgasmic.

Just when I thought I'd got everything sorted: figured out the catflap (easier than that one in Nottingham with the huge step), worked out how to jump out of the sitting room window, found my way all around the garden, found loads of butterflies to chase.............

................they stuffed me into the catbasket and took me to the vet, who stuck a bloody great needle in me. Well actually it was only a little needle, but one has to elicit maximum sympathy doesn't one?

And I didn't make much of a fuss, once I had drawn blood from the vet! They tell me it has something to do with going to Canada, which can't be bad - I'm looking forward to stalking moose.

OK, I know one should never start a sentence with a preposition - I do it just to annoy Sarah

Cat in the jungle

This place is great: lots of jungle to hide in, and when it's not raining (like today) I spend most of the time outdoors stalking birds.

Yesterday I actually CAUGHT ONE! My first Staffordshire trophy - but I'm sure there will be lots more now that I have sussed out all the good hiding places.

It was a sparrow, and I made sure it was properly dead before I brought it in as a present for them.

I laid it neatly on the rug in the hall and shouted until they came to see what I had brought them.

Nothing better after a hard morning's hunting than an afternoon nap on the bed - getting ready for the evening shift.

I've discovered a good game, it keeps them amused for hours:

If I go out of the back door, round the side of the house and sit on the living room windowsill, they are soft enough to open the window and let me in.

Sometimes I just sit there for ages letting the room get really cold, wander off for a bit, and come back later.

Then I go straight round to the kitchen and do it all over again

I have to be a bit careful though, because Ella is often asleep (I hope) on the chair near the window, so I have to sneak in when she isn't looking.

I call it my personal catflap