All alone & Bored

Outside:  snowing. The door to the bedroom: locked.  Plan C: napping on clean warm laundry. But do they respect ones privacy? No.

Exploring her future home

En route to the future residence. The Chick keeps her cool and cleans her claws.

What have we got here?

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Ye olde cow shed...

Time to move on..

... to ye olde chicken coop. So much to sniff out.

Ever alert. We feel well-protected.

Chucky sinks his teeth in dental insurance

Chucky has taste of the letter of my dental insurance company that explains...

... why they don't have to make any refunds to me this year. Hm. Food for thought...

... that leave a bad taste in his mouth.

Cat & Girl & Cat

Late afternoon on the boat, heading back to the 'Woudsend Woods' (that dark bit of trees on the left). Even though there were no toilet facilities on board for cats and the trip lasted much longer than we expected, Chicky remained really relaxed throughout the day. (Except that one time when we went and had drinks at this café on the waterfront which turned out to be owned by another cat.

Cool Cat

We're having a heatwave. The old fridge has a melt-down. We buy a new one. Chick approves.

Friday night.

 't is been a long day. Time to go to bed.

Spring Roll

We've had a storm and we had yukkie weather and we were wondering if the winter was ever going to end. But you can tell spring is coming when the cats start to practice their spring roll.

New Toy

Got this lightbox to take pics of things, not cat. But the Chick & Chucky universe, a new toy ia a must-share. So there.

Love is in the air

Feind hört mit!

Chucky is chewing - probably on a body part of a mouse or rat. Behind him sits a hungry magpie - bravely or foolishly taking his chances. He would love to have a bite of whatever it is Chucky is having. We watched the two of them, for a while: one sitting and looking, one sitting and snacking taking the risk to be the next bite himself.
But no. Chucky finished his meal and the magpie flew away - Magpies do not seem to grasp the meaning of the concept 'desillusioned'.

Interference

Chucky has decided he needs lots of TLC. Right now. A laptop can rest easily on the knees (why not change the name to kneetop?) while he sneaks up on my lap. It's not ideal: I dont have free movement of my arms without bothering him, and while he likes the warmth coming froming the computer, he doesn't like my arms and hands to move that much. But he went for my lap and he is going to stick to it. Purr, purr, purr.

Trade-off

We've given up trying to rescue the chair from the cats' claws. Let them tear the thing asunder. Chucky has given up trying to escape the camera. He is now turning a blind eye.

Duet for Chucky and Chicken

I looked up straight up from the horses' stable (through the hole we use to get the hay down from the loft into the stable). And there they were, Chucky and Henny, singing in unison. Yet another exclusive from the Hayloft, Woudsend!

Say Cheese

“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” ― G.K. Chesterton 

 Sandwich sharing - eating on both ends.

Thick Lip

Both Chick and Chucky are catching mice and rats galore. All kinds: voles and shrews and brown rats and black rats (they have beautiful fur). They bring them in or not. They eat them (whole or party) or not. We find body parts all over the place.
Not all victims die without a struggle, though. Chucky was bitten in his lip by a rodent. It's a bit infected. The left side of his mouth (for the viewer: the right side) is clearly swollen. He doesn't seem to mind much, although he is screaming more for TLC (Tender Loving Care) than ever, especially at five in the morning. And he still loves to jump on a high place (the kitchen cupboards here) and scream for attention. He actually wants you to climb on a chair and stroke him. Sometimes, I do. 

Food Craving

This afternoon, Chick ran into the barn, proudly carrying a dead young black rat in her mouth. Sometimes she put him on the floor to meow and slap the body around like she was Martina Navratilova. Rouschka loves rats, too - to eat. So she stood there, craving rat, knowing  very well it wasn't hers to eat.

Looking at Lunch?

As we were having dinner outside, mother duck and six children dropped in to see if there was any part of the French loaf left for them. (There was.) Chick and Chucky got all excited of course. They had had their dinner already. But I imagined I could see them think about lunch already.

To boldly go...

The rural cat equivalent of a City Trip: visiting a neighboring farm.  Chicky doesn't like to get her paws muddy.

While the humans do their busy work, Chucky goes exploring.

Yes, it is muddy. But there is two of us.

Holes to explore...

 So much to see. So little time.

Back home? Ha! If we stay in the van, sooner or later we will go and have new adventures.

Cat Lick

Present

Chucky brought a gift: a still warm, dead but self-caught brown rat. He has taken a few bites, but we are welcome to most of it.