This is my dear old Nish, enjoying her last Christmas a year ago in her last few days with us. She was a very old lady cat by then, over eighteen-and-a-half at the time. She’s much missed.
This cat is only a kitten, so is still learning how to blend into its background. However, this is a creditable effort.
Tinkerbell, of course, runs to her own timetable, but even she agrees that Sunday is a day for a lie-in on the bed. Normally one to raise her head at the smallest disturbance, she was oblivious to the house photographer standing over her and clicking away this morning.
It’s Friday, so it’s time for a Tinkerbell Toggie. She’s become a lover of finding obscure places to curl up and make nests, and here we’ve disturbed her reveries just as she was looking ever so cute.
Here’s Tinkerbell having a rare snuggle on the bed. Then she gets disturbed by The Finger.
A bonus bank holiday moggie toggie. This is Tinkerbell’s first time on top of the shed. She got down by the simple expedient of jumping the six feet to the ground, her tummy fluttering in the breeze.
No matter the pedigree, no cat can resist a box. Tinkerbell was fascinated by this box for a couple of days before we put it on the floor for her – we think it’s because it had plants in it and retains an earthy smell for her. Fortunately, she hasn’t confused it with her litter tray – yet!
For what seems to be the first time in ages, we have sunshine coming in at the window, and Tinkerbell is taking full advantage. I’ve used fill-in flash for this portrait – she hasn’t got a white spot in her right iris.
This chair, next to my desk, is where Nish always used to curl up when I was working (or loafing). It’s nice to have a cat’s company, and it was really pleasing when Tinkerbell assumed the position last night. She was only startled when the printer started chuntering, and it really grabbed her attention!
Queen of all she surveys – Tinkerbell likes high viewpoints.
Now she’s nicely settled in with us, we’re giving her free access to the cat-flap and the world outside her window. She’s not going too far, and returning after not many minutes, but is getting more familiar with our garden. We think her first encounter with next door’s she-cat “Pong” (named, unfortunately, not for Siamese ancestry but for her osmic qualities as a kitten) will be interesting for both.