Welcoming Autumn With Cats

 It's Autumn. My favourite time of year. The colours of the leaves are yet to fully turn, but the light is different, and the air has bite.

    As is now tradition, I have been marking the passage of time and the changing of the seasons with the cat cartoons that sneak their way daily into my Husband's lunch tin before he sets off for work. I thought this would be as good a time as any to share some of the latest little offerings with you. Here we go:

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    It seems that no matter where we hide the treats, the fur bandits manage to ferret them out, commiting nefarious acts of daring do that would put Cirque Du Soleil to shame. We're not sure who the ring leader is, but Missy is noticeable by her absence in spite of being seen carrying purloined evidence....Hmmmmm.....

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    Late summer brought the annual moth invasion, drawn to the electric lights like...well.....moths. Err. Yes -their crazy, flapping air raves gave rise to the suspicion that Missy has been selling tickets for access to the light show and we can only imagine what the party girl and her clientele get up to when the night draws in, the bulbs flicker on and the sound of Ibiza-style nightclub vibes spread over the surrounding fields...

 

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    We're early risers, up at 4:30 am. The cats are fed before anything else - even coffee - and they're fed well! Not that you'd think so, given that by 9:30 Gizmo and Sapphira are to be found like waifs on the garden doortep releasing their inner hobbits to demand second breakfast. Then it's a practise of the pathetic faces in the hopes of a winning elevenses performance, brunch and then on to a midday banquet. Shameful...

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    September brought Husband's birthday which THIS year was a joint celebration with Leonard, as we've recently discovered that his first visit to me at my old home as a 'gentleman of the road' was on Husband's birthday date! He's such a daddy's boy now that we figure that his arrival was meant to be. WHICH is EXACTLY how Leonard feels about birthday cake. 

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    Yes. I forgot to put a spoon in Husband's lunch box, so pudding was woefully uneaten. For shame..... Gizmo helped me to apologise appropriately. 

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    ...Leonard is disgusting. 

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    As colder, wetter, more Autumnal weather made an appearance, Husband and I decided to embark on a refurbishment programme which would ensure that they would all be comfortable and warm throughout the winter months ahead. Missy - party girl and dweller of the outside shed - was a ball of furry disgruntled wriggles and claws when I dared to pick the Gorgeous One up and carry her to the new cat zone.... Growls, claws, hissy fits UNTIL her paws touched the soft plush of the new beds... Oh. Well. Yes. The ensuing display of hedonistic delight was nothing short of disgraceful. Needless to say she spends at least some time - when the bars are closed - in the lap of luxury. Tart.

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    Leonard loves his Dad so much. Like.....SOOOO much! He likes to celebrate every time Daddy returns from work with a little Leonard dance and a gift of the mutilated corpse of some erstwhile rodent garden inhabitant.

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    The recent power cut was a bad one. The electric cable outside the house had melted through a gas main and ALL the juice to the neighbourhood was well and truly switched off for hours and hours until the magic pixies fixed it. A lot of food had to be disposed of or quickly cooked when the kitchen was up and running again, including a veritable ton of mini sausage rolls. NEVER LEAVE MINI SAUSAGE ROLLS TO COOL ON A KITCHEN COUNTER WHEN YOU HAVE CATS AND THE DOOR IS OPEN!!!!! Leonard got there first. Gizmo is still recovering from the loss.....

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     Hope you liked these little doodles that mark our days with the kitty overlords. If you like what you see here, maybe you'd like to subscribe to my blog - there's no spam, just occasional helpful notifications of new arty projects for you to enjoy. Tell a chum - invite them to the arty party!

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