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Post by Sylvia on May 1, 2008 11:56:52 GMT -6
???We have our suitcases open in a spare room and getting our things together - I have put on a bit of weight recently (this is good as far as the Doc is concerned, I was grossly underweight), so I don't know what out of my holiday clothes will fit. So the case is being packed after the nightly routine try-on.
Lo-and-behold Charly has found a new bed, she has decided to go on holiday with us, the only way I can get her to vacate my suitcase is to rustle a plastic bag - for some reason she has never liked the rustling. I am of the opinion she is trying to tell us to stay at home. After past holidays she goes into a huff for the first 2 - 3 days of our return. She is well looked after - no cattery for her, 3 friends take it in turn to pop in and cuddle, feed and water her and she has her own door for coming in and out when she pleases. I'll have to get off and try to remove the cat hair from my shorts etc. Sylvia <Scotland>
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Post by NancyRogers on May 1, 2008 12:26:06 GMT -6
One time years ago my Rob, my brother who is blind and his wife (who is blind also) came to visit. They were packing their suitcase on the bed up to go back to Ohio when I couldn't find Siggy anywhere. We looked and looked and couldn't find him anywhere. Rob zipped up his suitcase and picked it up to load it in the car when he realized it was several pounds heavier than when he came. He opened it up and there was Siggy sound asleep in his suitcase. Siggy was a little kitty then and was totally unconcerned about the whole deal. He had found a nice soft place to take a nap,
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Post by debbieh on May 1, 2008 13:16:15 GMT -6
I don't know if you guys, have heard the story about the cat that went to sleep in his owners suitcase and ended up on a plane, but then the suitcase's got mix up and someone else got his well they got a big Surprise when he opened his suitcase. The story has a happy ending the cat got a free flight home and They wanting to know how if pass through the airport , They thought it was a stuff toy. Take Care Debbie
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Post by Sylvia on Jun 15, 2008 12:52:48 GMT -6
Our Charly again!
Not quite sure what is going on in that brain of hers. We have provided every kind of sleeping place for and may I add they ain't cheap. After the suitcase debacle, we thought a new bed was in order, lovely new wicker basket with slumberdown "freshly washed and dried". The empty box was put in the hall until morning. We were delighted to hear happy snoring type sounds BUT not from the lovely new basket, OK you have probably guessed - from the empty box. The bed, well being a typical female - if she dont fancy it! Any suggestions?
Sylvia 446
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Post by Sylvia on Jul 5, 2008 6:34:39 GMT -6
I have finally decided that Charly is not a cat if she is she's been on this earth before - she seems to know everything that is going on - kids bags - going camping, she wants to go. I wouldn't care but she doesn't even like the grand kids. They have tried time and time again to find her and pick her up, but she is off like a shot whenever she hears their voices.
Wouldn't that be an amusing sight, turning up at a campsite with the family moggy - she would probably rule the roost over all the dogs.
Just got a call on the mobile - it's raining in the borders, so the campers may come home for their BBQ - if that happens Ron just may make the 6 hour deadline - I think I should be a psychic. All will become clear if you read today's newsletter.
Sylvia446
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Post by whisperingpass on Jul 25, 2008 11:20:56 GMT -6
Reading this post made me laugh. Our cat at the time before I found out how deathly allergic to cats our son was climbed into my suitcase. I was only travelling from Prince Rupert to Terrace a mere 2 hour drive. I was on my way to do an instalation of new officers for a Service Club (Kinsmen and Kinettes) I got to my destination and took my suitcase inside to my room at a friends place.Upon opening the case up I discovered to my horror that our stupid cat had come with me. There she was all curled up in a ball sound asleep and no worse for wear.After that I had to pack my bag behind a closed door and triple check it before departing.
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Post by frenzy on Jul 25, 2008 11:51:13 GMT -6
sometime during high school my family bought a cat and in those 12 years since then me and him became inseperable. That is until i decided it was time to move out and across the country. when i had my suitcase out he knew exactly what was going on. He wouldnt get out and when i made him he just sat there watching me pack the entire time. When i was walking out the door he watched me as i left. the expression on his face was heartbreaking. Cats really know so much more than what we think they do.
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Post by Sylvia on Jul 25, 2008 16:05:02 GMT -6
We all seem to be as crazy as our cats. Charly took off when the grand kids arrived today - I'm going to have to give her a severe talking to as it is now 10.43p.m way past her curfew. The kids are sleeping in the caravan (radio HQ), Charly normally taps on the skylight when she hears Ron on the radio gets in a curls up until he comes into the house. So she has obviously realised it's not Ron and has found somewhere nice to hide out.. Bet she opens the bedroom door at 3am (really can't find out how she opens it as I'm usually asleep) then she jumps on the bed, purrs and stamps all over me before finally settling down like a ton of bricks not to be moved until she feels like it. Meanwhile we try not to move and disturb her. Sylvia446
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Post by Sylvia on Aug 9, 2008 17:08:37 GMT -6
We are suffering some reeeaally wet weather and Charly seems to have had enough of staying indoors, she is still trying to loup (sorry jump) over big puddles, not always successfully. I am now having to towel her down every time she comes home.
More annoying tho is I'd just changed all the beds and she decided to dry herself off not only on one, but two downies in the course of one night.
Between extra towels and bedding, laundry day may have to be earlier than usual.
What's your cat up to?
Sylvia446
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Post by Sylvia on Oct 16, 2008 6:32:04 GMT -6
Good day to all the Cat lovers out there,
Charly has found a surprisingly new spot to while away the daytime hours. She has taken to spending a few hours on my new compost heap, she has also been disturbed sleeping behind one of the fig trees. Sleeping on the warm compost I can understand, but does anyone know of any reason for her sleeping under and around a fig tree?
I've adapted to her needs, as usual, I'm irrigating to suit her afternoon naps.
My nephew, a strapping young(ish) man recently went out to the greenhouse to collect some tomatoes, he hadn't ever seen Charly, she scared the life out of him. He must have thought she was a dangerous wild animal. I wonder which one of them got the biggest shock.
Sylvia446
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Post by suehorne5892 on Oct 16, 2008 11:59:56 GMT -6
Hi Sylvia: I bet that was quite a hilarious scene between your nephew and Charly!! Could have won $10,000 on America's Funniest Videos (in Scotland) hehehe!
Do you think Charly is finding field mice that might be attracted to the figs?
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Post by Sylvia on Oct 16, 2008 13:32:51 GMT -6
Do you know Sue, that never even occurred to me. The farmer has recently harvested the wheat in our field - - - I wonder.
I don't know a lot about field mice, except that they are pesky little things. My words, not the DHs. Charly thinks she is soooo clever when she brings one and deposits it on the welcome mat. Must check out their diets!
Oh almost forgot, she has adopted another cardboard box as her sleeping quarters in the study - next to the radiator of course.
Hope you and yours are all doing OK.
Sylvia446
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Post by suehorne5892 on Oct 21, 2008 7:22:55 GMT -6
Morning Sylvia! The field mice are scurring everywhere around us...the farmers have harvested the corn and the soybeans and deer are now becoming a problem on the roads for drivers - their hiding places and food gone. The field mice are trying to get inside because we had our first frost two nights ago...light one but the others are coming! My Mom has a fig tree in her yard and I asked her if she ever noticed mice or cats near the tree - she commented - "No mice but plenty of cats that's why!" hahahahah...I don't have a cat anymore and have to "catch" any little vistors that are seeking warmth. I need another cat. But in my business at home they really arn't a good idea. So give Charly a good scratch for me and when he curls up in your lap - rub him behind the ears for someone who misses the love only a Cat can give! Sue in NC
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Post by Sylvia on Oct 21, 2008 8:20:09 GMT -6
Hi Sue, good to hear from you. How's Mema?
I'm feeling a bit wheesey, got one of those blasted virus type colds. This is a first for me in about a year and a half.
Your Mum has put my mind at rest about the fig trees. The one problem is that we too are heading for frosty mornings and the figs will have to come indoors. Charly won't like it, but TUFF. The torag (pest) is making nightly sojourns and bringing in not only dead, but fighting fit mice. Ron had quite a time on Sunday with one small Mickey (definitely a high jump expert).
We are, according to my sister, stupid and never kill anything - we just point them in the direction of the door. They probably, particularly spiders, race back into the house before we have even closed the door?? Shirley thinks this is hilarious, but she is not a country bumpkin. She is not into country living, but enjoys the produce I give her.
It 's good to find out what is happening in other parts of the World. Thanks for the info.
Sylvia
PS Got a collar for Charly - bell etc, but she somehow managed to get it off. Never to be seen again.
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 18, 2008 6:11:04 GMT -6
Another update on the antics of our fickle cat Charly.
During our recent 2 week break in the sun??!!?? What sun?, Charly was well looked after by our oldest lad Chris and our closest farming neighbour Billy. They both called once each day to bring in and attend to the mail, feed and water Charly and tend to our tropical fish. At least at this time of the year they don't have to do hanging baskets, greenhouse, house plants etc. Back to Charly: when we arrived home early evening on Saturday, outside temperature 2 degrees, we both started making the usual noises as we were unlocking the gates and by the time we reached the main door there was no sign of Charly. Unlocked the doors and lo and behold she came staggering to wards us from the study - she had been sound asleep in a downie lined cardboard box. The box was of course slap bang next to the radiator. When she came to and wiped the sleep out of her eyes, we could tell that she missed us - she jumped up on to the hall window-sill where her food dish is. We opened up the suitcases to get out the essentials, guess who was found crawling into a partially opened suitcase - full of laundry, yuk.
After a few days of the rubbing against us, padding etc - our friend Billy visited. Charly decided to make a lot of Billy, he isn't a cat lover, but he wouldn't do them any harm. I was surprised when he told us that he hadn't seen hilt or hair of Charly in all the time he was checking the house. Here she was all over him. The same thing happened when Chris came in for breakfast yesterday morning, (he drives the gritting 7 tonner and is on call from 10pm until 5am). Charly was obviously showing her gratitude - she wasn't too happy when we removed her from the breakfast room. Chris has developed a late severe allergy to her, his forehead swells up even if he just tickles her ears.
Only one thing to marr our home-coming, we have had a cheeky robin on our bird table for years - Charly brought the dead robin in as a present, so our robin is no more!
It is true that when you have animals, you have to enjoy the good and suffer the bad.
Sylvia446
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 30, 2008 2:10:48 GMT -6
Charly is confused and not too sure where she wants to spend the long, cold winter nights.
Nicholas was here from the 20th until yesterday. He returned to London to share Hogmanay and New Year's Day with his girlfriend Val. During his stay, Charly started sleeping with Nicholas in his room, but last night she was wandering around the house, she had lost her sleeping partner. She is not a people cat, but when Nicholas comes home for a holiday, usually twice a year, he has a shadow. Strange how she remembers him.
Maybe she'll go back to her cardboard box now, complete with downie and against a radiator.
Sylvia
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2009 2:12:54 GMT -6
Morning Sue,
So glad to see you back on the boards. We've all missed you.
A Happy and Healthy New Year to you and yours, let's hope it's a better year than last, particularly in the health area.
Charly hasn't quite settled down into a sleeping pattern yet, but she's trying out lots of alternatives - never know what strange place we're going to find her in. I came across her trying to open a cardboard box with some Christmas odds and bobs in it.
Sylvia446
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Post by mrsbudakiel on Jan 8, 2009 14:53:12 GMT -6
My cat Marie loves to sneak in the dryer, which is pretty dangerous if she ever gets closed in there. She is so crazy, she loves to sleep in suitcases and purses and backpacks, pretty much anything you can carry she will sleep in. more so than bags she loves to sleep in boxes, mainly ones that are too small for her butt. its pretty funny to see her stuffed into a little box snoozing away.
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 8, 2009 17:05:33 GMT -6
Hi again,
I have said this before and I'll say it again, our cats aren't daft, it's we owners who are, we pander to all their little idiosyncracies - if they want to sleep in a box, even though we have spent big bucks on lovely sleeping quarters for them, they can sleep in the box. We spend money on the latest best food for them, but they don't like it, so what we do, go back to what they like.
Our Charly will be 6 on 5th February and still acts like a kitten. I am convinced that she understands every word we say.
If you read some of the back newsletters, you will find some wonderful stories from Nancy and other cat lovers.
It might be a good idea to unplug your drier when not in use, just to be safe. You know to check that Marie is not asleep in there, but.............someone else might not think of the drier being a sleeping place for a cat.
It's now 11.03 pm in Scotland, so I'm off to bed.
Sylvia446
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 12, 2009 8:39:21 GMT -6
Charly is in the dog-house. She has been at a loose end this past week-end. She was sitting at the door looking out, but when the door was opened and the wind whistled around her whiskers, she backed back into the house. She had had enough of being in the house and went out her door around 11 pm last night 11.25 she came back in doing her wailing sound which means got a gift for you. Unfortunately the gift was still live and kicking. Ron managed to get the wee mouse and put it safely outside. We were sound asleep when she did a repeat performance. No sign of the mouse. There was raised voices, we had an early start this morning (hospital appt).
Before we set of this morning Ron set a trap, when we returned it was still set. About 15 minutes ago there was a lot of squeaking and noisy activity. The mouse was caught, it was very brave and tried in vain to escape. It was a lovely shiny coated mouse and I'm sad that this poor wee thing's only mistake in life was to cross paths with our Charly. Reminds me of one of the Scottish Bard Rabbie Burns' poems - but I don't feel like going into that at the moment.
Sylvia446
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 12, 2009 10:52:26 GMT -6
Hi Sue and any other Burns fans, to save you all a search the poem I was thinking about can be found at: www.rabbie-burns.com/the_poems/toamouse.cfm.htmlSylvia446 PS Charly is trying to brush up against us etc - she is getting fed, but no cuddles or tickles just yet.
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 13, 2009 2:21:49 GMT -6
Morning Sue
Charly does it again! At least she waited until 6 am before presenting her dead gift.
It would take me forever to decipher "To A Mouse", it was just one of those immediate comparisons.
Sylvia
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 5, 2009 18:10:59 GMT -6
Charly is 6 years young today!
We are having a collie dog visiting, he or she (didn't get that close) has taken to running away from his/her owner from their walk in the woods. He/she is coming for a feed (mostly kitchen left overs for the birds), whilst the owner enjoys her leisurely walks through the woods. The car slows down outside our place and the dog is berated for running away Huh?
Charly sits at the french doors and growls - honestly she growls like a demented Dobe. We had thought of doing a dog rescue, but she would make any poor dog's life a misery.
Sylvia446
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Post by Sylvia on Feb 9, 2009 13:34:06 GMT -6
That's the really weird thing, this collie now knows where it can get a free meal. Ron puts out bread remnants and kitchen left-overs for the birds and of course now that this hound knows it's there she runs away from her owner. Charly checks the lay of the land before she ventures out. It's quite comical, she goes between the study window - which looks out on the bird table and the porch door to check whether our visitor is there or not.
We really have to keep the birds well fed as the snow keeps covering everything up!
Sylvia
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 9, 2009 5:36:55 GMT -6
On reading Nancy's comment re Ditto in this morning's newsletter, I got to thinking about missing pens. I always try to make sure there's a pen beside every phone, but recently have put their disappearance down to the DH moving them. He has been known to stick a pen/pencil behind his ear. I decided to check Charly's cardboard box; I usually just give her duvet a shake, but shook the box - sure enough 2 missing pens. Maybe she is writing her autobiography. If Nancy hadn't mentioned Ditto taking the occasional thing, I'd never have guessed that Charly had turned into a kleptomaniac.
I wonder where she is stashing the missing odd socks? Must check her other favourite sleeping haunts.
Sylvia446
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 10, 2009 9:26:12 GMT -6
Hi Sue, I personally, think we're all crazy. Charly has the DH and I wrapped around her claws. We are due to give her a worm treatment on the 22nd of this month, I wrap her in a towel hopefully to stop the scratching, but it's only a few drops on the back of her neck and invariably I'm the holder. When the DH says OK and I try to unwrap her out comes the claws - ungrateful wretch. Sylvia446
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Post by Sylvia on May 23, 2009 6:14:11 GMT -6
Charly was 6 years old in February and I don't think we have had a good Summer as long as we have had her. She is really enjoying the nice days of sunshine that we have had recently. She has numerous sun-bathing beds, the best one is between the edge of the wheat-field and our garden fence. She has got the wheat flattened down into a comfortable spot. She still sleeps in the afternoon on the compost heap in the greenhouse. Her latest antic is to pretend that she is part of a blackcurrant bush, she seems to think that the birds on the bird table can't see her.
If we get the predicted good Summer, it looks as though Charly will enjoy it.
She had a bit of a fright when she came face to face with a gorgeous c o c k pheasant, don't know which one got the biggest fright. The pheasant gave out the most awful shriek and made a clumsy get-away. He lost one of his beautiful tail feathers and after Charly had recovered from the shock, she sniffed it and it has now become her best plaything.
She has started to come running to-wards us when we come back from a half hour shopping trip. You'd think she had been on her own for days. She lays down right in front of me and rolls over on her back, stretches out to her full length and won't move until she gets her tummy tickled. Not easy when you've got shopping bags and a walking stick.
Sylvia
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Post by Sylvia on Oct 19, 2009 13:53:03 GMT -6
According to Charly, Winter is upon us. She has been sleeping in her cardboard box, complete with fresh, plumped up quilt. We had thought she had taken a dislike to the box. I decided not to bin it, no particular reason, laundered her quilt and replaced it in her box. There isn't a lot of space between the quilt and the box roof. She does it so slowly, like the 6M dollar man, in slow motion creeping in gently then gradually turns until she has got her tail in the position and she's off. Sometimes she snores so loud, we have to turn up the volume on the telly.
It must get unbearably hot in there, it is against a double radiator, but she has been having long lay-ins.
Our clocks go back this week-end and it was at this time last year that Charly started sleeping in her cardboard box.
Sylvia
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Post by Sylvia on Oct 7, 2017 1:51:23 GMT -6
Imagine my surprise - after a lot of years "furry friend" free, since our last family pet Charly died after being mauled by a fox - we have been adopted by a stray cat. Where we live stray cats are never seen and in fact I thought there wasn't such a thing these days. This not pretty puss has been named Jimmy by my DH, he is sure he is a doctored tom, whereas I think he is a she. I am hoping that Jimmy is just with us whilst his owners are having a holiday. Jimmy has taken over my porch rocker as his bed and I have insisted that he/she doesn't enter the house. Looks a bit flea ridden to me (hence the reason I won't be sitting on my rocker. Jimmy has been around now for about 2 weeks and of course DH has been feeding him/her.
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Post by Sylvia on Oct 16, 2017 14:04:26 GMT -6
Jimmy or Jenny is still here, spending more time than ever on our porch and on my rocker. He/she is showing no signs of wanting indoors and seems to know that is not to cross the threshold. We are now in the grips of the tail end of hurricane Ophelia, so I made him/her a cardboard house, (similar to the one that Charly had), placed it on the rocker, but no, he/she just sat mewowing as if asking for the chair to be cleared. So much for trying to be kind!
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