Most years I make my own Christmas cards - it's a bit of a tradition, but this year I don't see myself having much time.
I thought I'd do a quick photoshoot with Murphy and a hilarious little xmas hat that N had bought - but Murphy has other ideas. To him, the hat is something to run around the house with, dangling from his mouth.
I tried stuffing it with some paper to make it sit up on his head... but it wasn't going to be!
(I don't know who the crazy woman asking the cat where the xmas hat is, though - honest).
To join in with Ginny's month of grateful thinking, my first thought goes to this funny wee furry fellow who has come into our lives this year.
Murphy is quite a character - at only 5 months he already looks like a fully grown cat! I love the way he purrs and "tiggers" onto the bed in the morning - but most of all I love the sound of him drinking his 'kitten' milk. He laps it all up without stopping for breath, and is just so focused, & very contented. It gives me a warm feeling to have provided something he enjoys so heartily, and I just love the noise he makes as he drinks!
Life still goes on being rather busy on the work front - spending most of my spare time catching up on life at home, and managing energy levels - making sure I get some 'down' time... which usually means doing my share of cooking and cleaning!
Meanwhile, this little chap has grown up! Here he is as a kitten - you can see when he still had the stripes in his fur, and some of his behavioural characteristics - pouncing, attacking, galloping from room to room!
He now has his own Youtube channel where you can see a video of him drinking from the tap which he likes to do of a morning... but if you'd like a lucky black cat to cross your path on Hallowe'en - here he is all grown up. Murphy came to us with an umbilical hernia - so a few weeks ago had his operation, where he also had the 'other' op too - so it was a bit of a double whammy for him!
I must have felt a bit guilty, and bought him a new toy. It is actually meant for a small dog, like a Yorkshire terrier - and it's an odd little creature we call 'the varmint' or the 'critter' - it looks like a punk squirrel roadkill and has a squeaky inside the head! Anyway, he absolutely love/hates it - and was delighted, as it was the first toy that looked like a real catch. Oddly, for a cat, he doesn't get put off by the squeaky head which can often be heard round the house as he bites into it! So he proudly trots around with it hanging out of his mouth and occasionally has been found draped over my shoes.
However, when we first gave it to him, he was terribly possesive and we had the first ever growl - which you can hear here! It's a full moon this Hallowe'en - so I don't know what to expect!
Well it was an eclipse on the 22nd of july, and our birthdays were rather eclipsed by a new arrival to our household.
Ahem, I will try not to let him take over the content of this blog, but he is just so cute - this was exactly the expression on his face when I first met him. Slightly gormless, but in wonder.
Our floors are now buffed to high gloss with his belly skite-ing across them.
He is black but has a slight browny tinge with dark tiger stripes. Watch out.
