I will be posting some final photos on their own page.
After 2 1/2 years with us, Tom & Jerry have now been handed back to their rightful owners and are doing fine.
I will be posting some final photos on their own page.
We were told by the neighbours that after a trip to the vets to have their cat Tilly done, they found out that SHE is a HE. HE is now called Timmy. Poor puss doesnt know whats going on.
Currently the cats are operating as usual, fighting between themselves and running away from any other cats. I am being woken intermittently by Jerry who jumps on the bed at about 4am and pads about, occasionally getting off the bed and pouncing under the covers at my legs and feet. Tom doesn’t seem to be getting on the bed in the mornings any more, but I do hear them running about chasing each other in the early hours.
Tilly (next doors youngest cat) is the bain of their lives. Spatzy (the other of next doors cats) is tolerated and they will sit in the garden relatively close without any real fuss. As soon as Tilly is anywhere around they run for the door. She is little but fearless and will beat them both up at the same time given the chance.
A little mention here about George, my sister’s cat. He is doing a bit of pining for her ex partner and as a result, seems to want to take it out on the house mice. Me sis heard him running about all over the house during the wee hours and when she got up and had a look round, it was a horror show. 2 mice, not just killed, but played with, tortured, ripped apart and bits thrown about the house. Blood up the walls, mirrors, doors, legs in different rooms. That cat has an evil streak.
Monday morning (10/05/2010), got woken up at 4.30 by cats on the bed and scratching at headboard. Ignored this but by 5am I was being scratched to get up. I threw off covers and swore at the little beggars, at which point Angie woke up and went downstairs to feed them. The problem seems to be that Tom doesn’t close the catflap behind him and all the other neighbourhood cats come in and eat their food. This means that by the early hours they have no food left and come up to annoy us until we get up and feed them. Also we have noticed that both Tom and Jerry have wandered round the front by the main road. I caught Jerry out there the other evening and Tom was out there last night. Worrying but nothing much we can do about it.
I have a nasty couple of cat claw cuts on my right thigh due to Tom falling off my lap and digging in his claws to stop himself falling onto the floor....OUCH!
Tom and Jerry seem to be fighting between theselves a lot more at the moment, which I think is due to the amount of other cats causing them to stay in more. Fur flies everywhere, as does anything on the table at the time. Also yesterday morning, I noticed a very large male fox at the bottom of the garden, which would be another reason for them to stay in.
One funny thing we have both witnessed is that if either of us are down the bottom of the garden, Jerry will come running down at full speed and run straight up a small tree until he's about 10-12 feet up. He then stops, has a look round, then walks backwards back down it.
Saturday morning was woken at 6.15am by what I thought was Tom & Jerry playing rough and tumble in the bathroom. It was only when I heard some squeaking noises that I thought 'Hello, that's not just the cat's'. I got up and saw both the cat's staring at the toilet and when I got a bit closer I spotted what was either a baby blackbird or a thrush (i think the former). I ushered the cats out and locked the bathroom door. I tried to grab the poor little thing (looking a bit roughed up). It hopped away. On my second try, it flew up into the corner of the room and then landed with a bump. It could obvously still fly, so there was some hope. I put a towel over it and picked it up. IU called for Angie (as I was still in my night attire - nothing). She came up and took it from me and into the garden. When she opened the towel it flew off into the trees. A job well done.
Got a nice scratch across my left hand as Tom was jumping off the table. Both cats are now going out a bit more, when we are there. Also tried saving a baby crow from the cats. The parents were going bonkers, so I jumped into next doors garden and managed to pop a towell over it's head and get it in a crate. Got all the cats indoors then took it to the bottom of the garden and put it as high up a tree as I could. Dont know if it made it through the night, but we live in hope.
When i arrived home from work at 6.10pm, I was greeted by Angie with a mouse in a box, as caught by her on the stairs after trying to get it from the bathroom and Tom getting hold of it a flinging it down the stairs. After about 1/2 an hour it seemd lively enough to let go, so put in down the bottom of the garden, where it scurried off. Lets hope it's another worth while wildlife save.
Found some innards on the carpet this morning. Not sure where the body of whatever it was might be, I'm sure Angie will find it when she tidies up. Cats are spending more and more time outside, except when Tilly is about. They seem to put up with Spatzy, but as soon as Tilly shows up their in.
Richard, Alice, Archie and ED came back from Singapore for a few weeks during the school holidays. The boys stayed at our house for the weekend while Richard & Alice stayed in a local hotel. Saturday 3rd JUly played 2 1/2 hours of footie with the boys and was absolutely knackered. 2 days later my legs are still aching. Sunday morning/afternoon took a trip up to Folkestone for the local markets (bit small and not much there). On way back to car, myself and Angie passed by a Street Athletics day on the leas in folkestone and met Linford Christie. I got a photo and Angie got his autograph. The kids missed this as they were heading back to tgheir car to get back to my sisters place to watch the wimbledon mens final. We met in the evening and went to a local Nepalese restuarant (The Everest Inn). The food was fab, but I have a touch of the aztec twostep and Angie was up all night being sick. Must have been a good night.
Cats are still doing the same old things. Waking us up at silly hours, running about the place jumping on things they shouldnt, leaving the catflap open so all the neighbourhood cats can have their food. That said, they have been a bit sleepier during the hot weather, but then havent we all.
Nothing much to update on the cats. They seem intermittently to wake me up early, but it's not too bad at the moment. Now the days are getting longer they are spending slightly more time going backwrds and forwards through the catflap. They are still cowardy custards though. Even if they are both outside, it only takes a slight movement towards them from Tilly (next doors little puss) and they both bolt back through the flap (or door if its open). They are a lot braver if we are out in the garden, as they roll around by our legs so the other cats cant get to them. This is OK until we head for the door, then they look around, get scared and come running back. Maybe we will be able to get them to defend their territory a bit more during the summer.
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I heard and then caught Tom and Spatzy (next doors cat) playing catflap tennis. First they hiss, then they growl, then......BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! they both take turns batting the flap until they both get fed up and walk away.
One of these days, Tom and Jerry will pluck up enough courage to actually defend their territory outside instead of hiding behind the back door and catflap. A pair of wussy pussies.
Got a bit of a shock this morning, as I was leaving the house to go to work (6am). As I closed ad locked the front door, I spotted Tom two doors down running from the roadside across the pavement and into their front garden. We hoped that the cats would be scared of the traffic noise, but obviously Tom is a bit more inquisitive.
Anyway, to get back to the story, I called Tom and he looked at me with a surprised look and the proceeded to bound over the walls between the front gardens of the houses, straight past me and over the next two walls towards a gap in the houses leading to the back gardens. He stopped, looked back and then made a move towards the road. I put my bag down, nealed low just outside the front wall and did the sucky kissy noise, at which point he looked at me again and started meowing. I got up and walked to the door, where I jingled the keys in the lock and opened it. He then came bounding back over the walls and ran into the living room. I then closed and locked the door.
Phew, that was a close one. I just hope he stays in the back gardens from now on, but I doubt it.
It was very weird at the weekend. Next doors cat was sitting just outside our back door on a black plastic rubbish box, where she was rubbing herself under and around a small drain pipe running diagonally down the back wall and into the drain. It seemed that there was something under the pipe as she was scratching, pawing and putting her nose right up underneath. All I could see was old spider webbing.
What was really strange was when she moved down the garden and Tom & Jerry both came out the back door and went straight for the pipe. Although they both started rubbing themselves around it, it was Jerry who spent nearly 3 minutes rubbing, clawing and sniffing at the same point of the pipe. There is a bit of vid footage at the top of the 'Cat Vids' page for you to look at, so you can make your own minds up as to exactly what is going on.
I think it's scent marking for territory.
Midweek this week Angie picked up a new litter tray, which is enclosed and contains a carbon filter to stop the smell. This was a fantastic idea as the litter tray is in the kitchen by the back door. We put the other tray outside and upside down so no cats could sit in it and put the new tray in its place and waited.
I checked it the following morining, but it was unused. It remained unused all day. The proble is, the the unit looks exactly like a carry box that you use to take them to the vets. It has now been returned to the shop (fully cleaned and dissinfected) and the old tray returned to its rightful place.
No sooner had we put it back, when Tom climbed in and did his business. They must have been holding it in the poor little chaps.
All is now well with the toilet habits of the ginger brothers.
Over the long bankholiday weekend, for some reason the cats decided that waking us up at different times or not at all would be fun.
Friday woken up at 3.30am by a claw in my head from Jerry. Angie got up and fed them while I stayed in bed (tee hee). Woken up again by padding at 6am, so I got up and that was that, no point going back to bed.
Saturday, very gently woken by Tom at 6.15am (a lye-in) purring in my ear. Got up and gave them food. That was that and yet again I did’nt bother going back to bed.
Sunday, not woken up at all by the cats. Still got up at 6am as I thought the repeat of Match of the Day would be on but it was’nt on until 8.35. Bummer.
Monday, up at 7am. Again not woken by the cats. I could get used to this.
Tuesday, not woken by cats, woken by alarm at 5.30am to get ready for work. Went down and fed them. They ate their food, popped out the back, then came running back in, had a bundle then went back upstairs for a sleep. While they were upstairs, next doors cat (spatzy) had taken full advantage of the fact that the catflap had’nt closed properly and I heard the tinkling of a bell. Hmm, our cats dont have a bell. I walked into the kitchen and there she was, as bold as brass eating their food. I tried to get hold of her but as the back door was locked and she didnt want to go out the flap, I had to let go. I picked her up again while looking for the door key. I managed to get the door unclocked but she jumped out of my arms and sought sanctuary in the litter tray. I picked her up out of the tray and placed her outside the back door. Phew, I hope I dont have to go through all that again before having to get out of the house to get to work.
Cat’s have both been good. They still won’t go to toilet outside, so the're both still stinking the kitchen out on a daily basis. Lovely when you’re cooking, mmmmmmm.