Billy seems to think that every blanket or sheet is a hammock for him to relax in. What a spoilt creature he is!
Happy Father’s Day! I suppose you are expecting a photo of my Dad today and a little tribute to him, but he is on holiday so I couldn’t take a picture. Suffice to say that he is a pretty fabulous Dad and I really appreciate everything he does for me and for us.
Instead here is a picture one of the true loves of Dad’s life, one of the cats. When Dad arrives home from work the cats generally get the best of his conversation whereas we get left with the one-word answers!
The picture makes me laugh because he is in such an odd position. From a side angle Billy looks like he is offering a Heil Hitler salute!
On a sunny day when the air is cold Dad’s greenhouse is the place to be. At one point both Billy and Justin were reclining next to Dad’s seedlings, admittedly I suspect they were trying to avoid my niece and nephew who seem to think that the cats love being smacked in the face or cuddled hard.
Billy is the laziest cat around. Always found in the warmest spot, making sure that he gets his obligatory 20 hours sleep a day. I love him though. He has the nicest pink nose and pink paws and he is just adorable.
It’s been another gorgeous day here today. Sadly I spent most of it secreted away in an office listening to drug users talk rubbish at me! I have no idea how I am going to cope in the middle of summer when I am just able to look out at the sunshine and not get out there and enjoy it!
Billy the Cat has been quite poorly. He went right off his food which, as any of you who may have met Billy would know, means he was Proper Poorly. I don’t think he ate for nearly a week which was unheard of! It turned out that he had ringworm so a quick dose of wormer and he has got better since then. He is such a character and we would be gutted to lose him!
Today has been really sad. My beloved cat Delilah got hit by a car and we had to make the decision to have her put to sleep. She had a head trauma and also spinal injuries. Her injuries meant that she wouldn’t recover and it wasn’t fair to try treatment. I cried like a baby. This little cat has been the most amazing solace and comfort to me over the years. When I have been my most upset she has comforted me, slept around my head and purred her way deep into my affections.
I uhhmed and ahhed about whether I should post this first picture, but decided that if this is to be a true reflection of my year in pictures then it should include the sad stuff. This picture was actually taken just after her heart had stopped beating. She looked so peaceful and like she was asleep. I pondered taking a last photo before the injection was administered, but she was in pain and I just wanted her to sleep. I never realised just how much cats purr when they are in pain. She is now buried under the vegetable patch.
I have included a couple of other photos though as this is how I will always remember her. Tucked up around my head and purring. I will miss her greatly, especially when I am doing my sewing. Her little nose was always poking in to chase the thread.
Delilah was so much more than just a pet. I am just grateful that I had her all that time and I am missing her already.
The cats like the roof of Mum’s funky little Fiat 500 car. I am not sure whether it is because it is warm, or whether it is hammock like, but they definitely spend a reasonable amount of time on it. Justin spends the most time up there and seems to readily shed his ginger fur everywhere. Usually when we get home Justin lies down in the middle of the driveway and waits for his tummy to be tickled. It’s quite cute, although I suspect he is just performing for his dinner!