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Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Audrey
Some of you will know that Crystal, my sweet little black cat, was tragically killed a few weeks ago. She had been with me for 14 years, and always slept on my bed at night. Life just wasn't the same without her.
So, a couple of weeks ago, I visited the lovely folk at the Castlemaine RSPCA shelter, and came home with this little girl.
She's just 14 months old, a pale "tabby tortie".
After much debate (including a hilarious discussion on Facebook), we named her Audrey, for the eyeliner she wears around her pretty green eyes.
She settled in well, found my bed a comfy place to sleep, and soon learned that our old dog was no threat.
She was supposed to stay inside for several weeks, but oh, how she longed to be out!
Finally the great day came, and she had her first look around her new garden.
So much to see!
So many interesting things to explore...trees to climb, butterflies to chase, it's all quite exhausting really.
Time to curl up and sleep awhile...
She's just 14 months old, a pale "tabby tortie".
After much debate (including a hilarious discussion on Facebook), we named her Audrey, for the eyeliner she wears around her pretty green eyes.
She was supposed to stay inside for several weeks, but oh, how she longed to be out!
Finally the great day came, and she had her first look around her new garden.
So much to see!
So many interesting things to explore...trees to climb, butterflies to chase, it's all quite exhausting really.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Claude
Claude was a beautiful, big, sweet-tempered grey tabby cat. Endlessly tolerant of small groping fingers, he was part of the family for most of my childhood. Claude was given to Mum as a wedding present, a practical gift indeed - every farm needs a cat. He was just a kitten then, but by the time I arrived he was full-grown, and sometimes found his way into photos.
Here's a somewhat reluctant Claude beside me on the verandah. Later he liked to keep an eye on me, here we are in front of the boobialla hedge.
Mum was devoted to him, and he lived on the fat of the land, with plenty of milk and the occasional egg.
When we moved house (which we did, quite a few times) Mum took care to acclimatise him to the new home. He would be kept inside for three days, and Mum always put butter on his paws - apparently guaranteed to convince him that the new place was OK.
In his declining years, Mum used to make egg custard for our toothless friend, but finally the sad day arrived when he had to be put to sleep. We brought him home and buried him in the garden. There were a few damp eyes that day. He was sixteen years old.
It was many years later that the pun in his name finally occurred to me.
Here's a somewhat reluctant Claude beside me on the verandah. Later he liked to keep an eye on me, here we are in front of the boobialla hedge.
Mum was devoted to him, and he lived on the fat of the land, with plenty of milk and the occasional egg.
When we moved house (which we did, quite a few times) Mum took care to acclimatise him to the new home. He would be kept inside for three days, and Mum always put butter on his paws - apparently guaranteed to convince him that the new place was OK.
In his declining years, Mum used to make egg custard for our toothless friend, but finally the sad day arrived when he had to be put to sleep. We brought him home and buried him in the garden. There were a few damp eyes that day. He was sixteen years old.
It was many years later that the pun in his name finally occurred to me.
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