Paws-on approach
Tag: Felix
This will do
Interrupting my bed-making this morning, Felix is happy to settle down on Mum’s warm sheets. Perhaps he approves of the cats. There’s a look on his face which might say, “This is fine. Don’t try to move me.” I’m okay with that.
Quoitus interruptus
I was going to write about Felix’s interruption of my game of quoits, but just dug myself deeper into double entendre, so we’ll leave it at that. Credit for the title goes to my brother in law.
Mine – or ours?
Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!
Seagulls in Finding Nemo
Why is it that a cat ‘steals’ the chair where, just moments before, you were happily reading the paper? Could it be the warmth? Is it territorial (mine!)? Or proprietorial (who’s the boss)? Or just canny (she likes that chair so it must be the place to be)?
It reminds me of Finnick the cat making himself comfortable on the bed of Cosmo the dog. At the time I was babysitting, or maybe cat-sitting, at my sister’s family’s house for a few days and had taken Cosmo and his bed with me. This bolshie border terrier decided he was no match for Finnick, and opted for the passive aggressive. By some instinct, he went directly upstairs, in an unfamiliar house, where I found him some time later squeezed into Finnick’s bed and looking rather hard done by.
While I was searching out these photos, I found other examples of this territorial (if that’s what it is) behaviour. Perhaps it’s just about sharing.
To this day, Finnick remains a ‘first in, first served’ cat. He snaffles Mum’s knee when we visit, even while she’s sitting down in the hallway to take off her shoes. Then, once she’s settled on the sofa, Finnick’s there. Koda just has to make do.
It’s cold!
How did this happen? One minute you’re in shorts, and the next you’re digging merinos out of the back of a drawer. Last night we had our first fire for the year. According to my 2023 diary, our first fire was on 21 March and we had rainy, windy weather around that time which blew down my runner beans and turned my umbrella inside out. But we also had ‘gorgeous’ days and continued to paddle at the beach.
When I noticed Mum reaching for a knee rug yesterday afternoon, I knew it was time to light the fire. Felix was quick to find a fireside chair. He is quite recovered from his annual visit to the vet for his vaccination. He came down from the top of the cabbage tree just in time to make the appointment. His weight has doubled since his appointment in March last year, but he is still lean at 4.46kg and is advised to eat more wet food each day to ensure he is hydrated. Felix is quite happy about that. Despite the three claw punctures in his right ear, there’s no sign of infection. He has the odd altercation with visiting cats, such as the one he bailed up on the roof this week. Felix has a ‘don’t mess with me’ look on his face which seems to work despite the other cat being much larger.
This morning, he’s enjoying the sun. Notice that Mum has put her walker aside; she is walking independently more often.
Home is…
Where the happy cat is.
Cat in a cabbage tree
The warm nor’west wind had Felix racing about and then up into the cabbage tree.
He settled up there for a while.
Perhaps he was enjoying the scent of the cabbage tree flowers.
Saving the day for later
Daylight saving has begun but it’s a frosty morning, less than zero degrees outside. Felix has decided the bed is cosier than his chair. The day can wait.
Anne-O-tations 