A New Home

It may be every cat's dream to live in an aviary, but Chucky settles for a hen house. Good for catching sparrows and other small birds who come in to eat chicken food when the door is open. Hennie, Puntje and Mr. Foppe like to roam the grounds during the day.


The protruding white box is for hens who want to have some privacy laying eggs or hatching. Lately the chicken prefer to lay their eggs in the manger in Willy Drie's stable. And we now understand, why:

No space! Chucky likes to doze here.

No Guts, No Glory

Not only dogs do evening strolls around here. Chicky is ready to join, and I've decided to bring Willy Drie as well. I guess you could say the relationship between cat and calf is non-existant: Willy Drie is too brusque and to big for a cat and when he would hit the cat with his head, he could seriously hurt her. Could, if cats weren't much faster than calves. It's a little sad for Willy Drie. He is very curious about any living being, including cats. Willy Drie and I found Chicky on our path. He moved his head towards her and sniffed. She didn't move till he was really close and then slowly moved away. Brave little thing.

All Is Well @Home

It's been a while since I last posted on this blog. The summer holidays are partly to blame for that, as is Willy Drie, who is taking a lot of picture taking time from Chick and Chucky.
It's not that they don't get a lot of attention - they are very good at making clear when attention is desired! We snuggle a lot. The cats love to join the dogs on their walk-around-the-sheep-meadow.But instead of following C&C around, I drag a little ox around and take pictures of him.
Here are two recent pictures to show C&C are fully alive and kicking. Figuratively speaking, of course:

While Chucky is chilling, Chick endeavors to grasp the workings of the printer in her office: