Category: Little Pets

What Our Pets think of our New Home

Even our pets love their new home.  We may not have the coast at our doorstep, what we have instead are farm land around us, although to be fair, my husband pointed out the sea from our back door.  Yes, we have sea-views, though to be honest, they really look more like horizon views 😉

However, we do have a massive garden.  Well, I guess, depends on what “huge” is for you.  Let’s just say our garden is big enough for Doc to have a run-around and get enough exercise without having to walk him.

We have a front-garden where little T likes to pitch up her tents and DIY tepees, where they usually play.  There’s a tiny “meadow” which we plan to let the grass grow a bit to encourage more wild-flowers to grow.   And where Doc is usually found rooting around.


There’s also a tiny patch of land behind that small outdoor building (more like a shed really).  And a back-garden that isn’t big either.  The biggest part is on the side of the house…


It suddenly dawned on me, when searching for photos for this post, I don’t have much recent photos of Doc.

As for Boots, I’m happy to share that she’s back to being an outdoor cat.


She loves our new home.  She can come and go as she pleases.  We don’t have a cat-flap but we leave the boot room window open for her.


Spot the cat …

It’s funny.  She has all that ground and tress to explore, but most days you’ll find her inside the house You’ll either find her in the conservatory or in little T’s room.  She has claimed her bed as her own.

Boots has her own blanket on the foot of T’s bed.  As much as I’d love to share that Boots and Doc are now best-friends, sadly that isn’t the case.  Let’s just say she tolerates him more now.

And of course, one of the reasons why I love our house and its location is that there is no crazy-cat woman in the area 😉  Little Boots is safe.

Are your pets best-friends?

Do you have a cat?  Where does it sleep?


Coming face-to-face with the “Crazy Cat Woman” of our little Village.

I imagined her to be in her 60s or 70s, with her hair up in a bun, a boxy cardigan on and sensible shoes.  It’s funny how we think of stereotypes, I blame the movies and literature.  The reality was, she was nothing like the woman I painted her to be.

Boots has had about four escapes since my husband cat-napped her back and we’ve managed to carry her back in until her last attempt.

I like to have a lie-in during the weekends.  Most times my husband just lets me be, this particular day though, I heard a door bang and his voice say “I think you should know the cat escaped again while you were sleeping”.

I got up, complete with dishevelled hair, still in my pjs, grabbed my coat, zipped it up and headed outside.  I went to the alley behind our house and saw her on our neighbour’s fence, but a dog heard me and started barking which of course frightened Boots away.

I sighed and went back home ready to accept defeat.  I announced “Well, if she doesn’t want to be with us, I’m fine with that!”  And crawled back under the duvet.

After awhile the doorbell rang.  I was hoping he’d get that, but he was obviously somewhere else.  I opened the door still in my pjs.  It was her.

Yes, I might have been right about her age.  But she wasn’t in a cardigan and wasn’t wearing sensible shoes.  She had a sporty parka on and trainers.  The kind of woman of a certain age who walks a lot, or maybe even runs  She didn’t look familiar though, that means she did her walking elsewhere and not on the headland.

As soon as she said, “I think I have your cat” I knew it was her.  I thanked her and said that I’ll ask the husband to fetch her since I was still in my pjs.

We have a feeling that the only reason why this time, she took it upon herself to look for us was because Boots was wearing a collar with our number on it now. If she kept her in again, she wouldn’t be able to claim that she doesn’t belong to anyone.  When my husband told her that Boots was chipped, she was actually surprised.  I really think that’s the last time we’ll ever hear her from her again.  The mystery is over.  Darn it, it was so much more exciting in my head!

As of writing, Boots hasn’t made any successful escapes out again.

Have you ever tried to keep an outdoor cat in?

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Do you walk your cat?

Before you laugh at the idea, like I did, it turns out that some people do walk their cats.  I was thinking about this a week or so ago, as some of you may know, Boots our cat isn’t allowed outside, just until we move and are settled, only then will we allow her out again.

I see her by the window, like Juliet pining for her Romeo, or like a jilted lover waiting for the love of her life to come back to her.  It’s sad really.  She’d nag me day in and day out, sometimes her meowing would turn into soft ones as if pleading quietly to be let out and I, her wicked captor remains deaf to her little pleas.


It’s obvious that she misses the outdoors.  But I wouldn’t risk it, especially since we’re still hoping to move soon.  I wouldn’t want to lose her again.  Being more of a dog person, and since I never really liked cats, I’m amazed on how much I’ve grown to be really fond of Boots.

But like I said she misses her freedom so one day I said to the husband  “What if we walk her?” He laughed at the idea of course.  And said, “Well I’m not walking her.  You can if you want”.  And he turned his back to me and went on with his marking, that was the end of our conversation and I never mentioned it again.

I wondered is it really absurd then, the idea of walking a cat?  So I did what anyone in the 21st century would, when faced with a question like this, I googled.

And found out the following:

Yes, some cat owners do walk their cats.  But I read that most of these cats are indoor cats, not outdoor cats like Boots.  And since cats like dogs, need their exercise too, apparently it is even advised that indoor cats should be walked too.

But before you can walk them, you have to train them first, or else they’ll end up playing dead every time you decide to go off on a walk with them, like this poor kitty in the video. Trust me, it’s really funny to watch.  Just fast-forward it, no need to watch it whole.  When the owner puts the leash on, the cat pretends to be either dead or asleep, but as soon as the owner takes  it off, the cat bolts away.

You won’t just need a leash, but you’ll also need a harness.  Which brings me to add, when we were at a pet shop the other day, I noticed that they do sell these cat harnesses locally, so I’m wondering now, does that mean that people over here, do walk their cats, although I have yet to see a cat walker in our little village, let alone the whole of Cornwall or England.

I guess whether you decide to walk your cat or not, we all have to remember that cats are not dogs.  We can’t just leave them tied outside a shop while we run some errands before going back home after a walk. What if a dog comes by?  The poor cat will be so frightened and won’t be able to get away, or worse, get tangled with the leash.

I also read that if you walk your cat, it’s important to pick them up before going out the door and also picking them up again before coming in.  That way they’ll understand that you are the boss and is in charge of the walk, not them.

As for Boots, I can imagine she’d give me a “Have you lost your mind, woman?” look and turn her back on me if I ever suggest a walk to her.  I guess Boots will have to wait then till we finally move.

Do you find the idea of walking a cat ridiculous?

Have you ever seen anyone walk a cat?

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Cats who love Dogs

I’m sure a lot of you have seen cute videos of cats hugging dogs on social media right?  They are everywhere! Little T can spend ages watching cat videos on you tube, you’ll hear her laughing her little head off.  I don’t blame here, some are really, really hilarious.

As for those videos of cats who seem to really love their doggie friends, are they really real?

Exhibit A:  This dog was apparently missing for ten days.  The cat missed him so much that it actually couldn’t stop hugging him.  The first time I saw this video, I kept expecting the cat to suddenly pounce her little claws on the dog’s neck, but no, it just kept hugging the dog, as if it really missed its furry friend.  Real or not?

Exhibit B:  Sweet moments between cats and dogs.  Really?  No, hissing, clawing or death stares?

While I don’t expect Boots and Doc to have this kind of relationship, though it would be nice if they did.  At the moment, Boots hates Doc with a passion, especially since he likes to steal her food.

On the other hand, Doc I think likes her.  He likes to please you see and if he had his way, he would like everyone to love him, like really love him.  After all, who would say no to this face?


Actually, I know who would.  This one:


There aren’t any cuddles happening between Boots and Doc in our house, more like hissing, barking and “You move you die” looks from Boots.


I don’t doubt the authenticity of those videos.  I’m sure they’re real and not staged.  I just wish Boots and Doc would learn how to tolerate each other without the cat going wild when he’s around.

Do you have a cat and a dog too?

What’s their relationship like?

Are they like the animals in the videos, or more like Boots and Doc?

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Life with Boots

It’s been about two weeks now since Boots has re-joined our family.  Just a quick recap for those who don’t know our history with Boots our cat.  She left us over a year ago (we think she was cat-napped by a weird woman who likes to lure other cats in her home.  I’m not making this up, she does exist in our little village by the sea).  But hopefully that’s all in the past now, especially since my husband cat-napped her back


Now she’s back home with us, as if she never left, although I’m not really sure she’s pleased, because we’ve kept her in.  Most of the time, she looks really annoyed and nags to be out again. She’s not allowed outside till we move house and I’m afraid at the moment, it isn’t clear when that is exactly happening.

Boots sleeps with little T and I on our bed and likes to wake me up really early, demanding to be fed.

She also spends her time having staring contests with Doc.  To be fair though, it’s always Boots who leaves the room as if in a huff.  Doc just wants to play, Boots wants him dead.


There’s T trying to distract Doc so Boots could escape. 

Day in and day out, she sleeps on our bed.  Demands to be fed.  I clean up her litter tray and when the sun is out, she likes to sun herself on the windowsill.  She also likes to interrupt me when I’m on my laptop.  She sometimes likes to use it as a step to get to the window sill. Once there, she gives an incessant “meowing” and nags to be let out.  I ignore her of course.  Till she gives up and goes back up stairs with her little bell “jiggling” behind her.

Yes, she is now wearing a cat collar with a bell (so we know where she is) and a tag with our contact details on it.  I sent the husband out to buy one and the man at the pet shop assured us that this is a safe collar.  It is elastic and can break if caught in an emergency.  Of course this won’t stop the crazy woman from taking it off her.  But Boots is chipped and we’re not letting her out till we move.


“Please let me out”  Says Boots.

“Nope, sorry.  Not letting you out”  I reply.

“You are a wicked woman!”  Her eyes tell me.

Evil laughter.

Boots meows “Help” 

Do you have a cat?

Do you keep them in or out?

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When to Let Go: Saying Goodbye to Our Furry Friends

Note:  In case you’re wondering, this post isn’t about Doc.  He is very much alive and after all is only 2, still stinky and a bit annoying, but thankfully very healthy! 

I try to catch Super Vet on Channel 4 when I can.  I like watching animal stories and how the amazing Dr. Noel Fitzpatrick and his team help our special furry friends with cases that are deemed too difficult for your local vet to deal with.

Funnily enough, Doc likes to watch it with me.  Of course, he just likes to sit with me when I’m in front of the TV, so I doubt it’s because he likes watching it too, but you’ll never know right?

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It’s not always miracle stories of course, Super Vet has also featured stories where sadly, in spite of Noel’s expertise, there’s just absolutely nothing to be done to save their lives. I’ve seen a few episodes where because of their age (too young to die), the owners tell Noel to do all they can in spite being warned that they might still in the end have to be put down, or in worse case scenarios, die during or even after surgery.

Which brings me to ask, when do we let go?  When do we say enough is enough?

I’ve written about how we were put in this situation before, so I know how difficult it is.  Before Doc, we had a dog that had to be put down because of bone cancer age 11.  His name was Mutley. Till now I feel guilty and wonder did we make the right decision?  Should we have fought harder for Mutt?  I don’t think he would’ve liked it though with just one leg, although I’ve read stories online about dogs with only one leg who still managed to live life to the fullest.  And yes, reading about them makes me feel guilty all over again.

Would you do all you can for your beloved pet?

Or would you just let go?


The Day the Husband Catnapped our Cat Back

If you’ve been reading my blog for some time now, you may be familiar with Boots our cat who dumped us for an old woman who lives alone.  As I’ve said in the past, I don’t really blame her.  The woman’s house must have been a peaceful refuge compared to our chaotic home with loony Doc and an excitable little girl.

She used to visit us every now and then as if to check if we were all alive.  I’d see her from my window, I’d quickly go out the door and try to lure her back in.  She would always look at me as if to say “I have a different home now.  It’s nice and quiet where I live.  I’m just dropping in to say hi and bye“.  And then she’d be off, without a single backward glance at me.

She hasn’t done that in ages, months even.  My husband and I had plans to march up to the woman’s door and demand for our cat back before we move away.  But we haven’t had the chance to do that, been too busy packing.  We don’t even know where that woman lives.  But our neighbour does and I’ve been meaning to ask her.

Do you believe in fate? That everything happens for a reason and that when the right time comes, everything will just fall back into place like a jigsaw puzzle?

 Today, I think Boots has just taught me about that mysterious word “fate”.

Little T came home running excitedly yesterday, pounding on the door, “Mum, mum!  Daddy has Bootsy back!”

She came in happy and breathless, but no sign of her dad.  By the time she got her breath back, he came striding in, with no less than Boots-our disappearing cat in his arms a week before we move out and move in to our new home.

Is that fate or not?

Without us having to do anything at all.  No dramatic demands from us to the old woman, no tears, no exchange of words, nothing.

My husband said that he likes to walk and poke his head in the back alley near our house hoping to catch a glimpse of her.  But after months and months of not seeing even her shadow, yesterday afternoon, he saw her sunning herself out.  My husband and daughter called out to her and she came to them purring as if to say “Oh hello, former Humans”.  Much to her dismay though, my husband picked her up and marched back home with her.

He said if cats could talk, she’d be muttering “Oh bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger” all the way home.


That’s Booty’s “Bugger, bugger, bugger” look.


I don’t think she’s happy to be back though.  She’s wearing her disgruntled look again.


And this is her resigned look.

Yes, Boots is back and her timing is great (we’re keeping her in and not allowing her out again till we’re settled in our new home).  We move out on the 22nd, us three, with our smelly dog and our pissed off cat, our family is whole again.

I call it “fate”.

My husband calls it “cat”.

What do you think?


The Day Doc Was Left Behind

My husband takes Doc along with him to do the morning school run (I do the afternoons) and he loves it, the dog, not sure about the husband 😉  To be fair though, he is very fond of our daughter’s dog.

I heard him come in yesterday morning while I was sitting on my desk, typing away.  “Quick!”  He urgently said by the door without coming in, “Hand me the cars keys please”.  Concerned,  I asked what happened.  He said, “I forgot Doc by the school gate!”.  He was gone even before I burst out laughing.  Then the phone rang.

“Mrs. B”?


“I think your husband has forgotten your dog outside the school gate!”

I giggled and told her that my husband was on his way back to pick up our dog.

J, the school secretary burst out laughing.

I don’t think Doc was laughing though.  To be fair, my husband said he was wearing his “loyal retainer look” when he picked him up.  One of the mum’s was actually keeping Doc company when my husband turned up at the school gate.

Has this ever happened to you?

Have you ever left anything behind before?

Yes, Doc is back home, safe and curled up on his bed.


Out and About: Photos in the Sun

We had glorious weather last Monday, although it was biting cold, especially with the breeze blowing in from the sea.  T wanted to go around our little village on her scooter.  But I told her we had to walk Doc first, after a few whinges, she gave in.  I reminded her that Doc was her dog, not mine and therefore she was responsible for walking him, especially during breaks from school.


As you can see, she did get to ride her scooter around after walking her dog.

What have you guys been up to during the half-term break?

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Missing A Cat named Boots

For those who have been reading my blog for some time now, you’ll know that we used to have a cat named Boots.  We got her from a rescue cattery when she was about 6 months old and T was barely two years old.  We got out cat long before we got Doc, T’s dog.

Life before Doc, the Dog.

From Boots’ point of view, life was bliss.  Our home was her domaine.  She could go anywhere without worrying about her peace being disturbed by a cold nose.  She had the run of the house and could go to the kitchen and stretch without having to worry about being chased.  She could sprawl lazily on the couch all day long, without anyone, apart from T, disturbing her sleep.


For about a year, Boots was used to having just us at home.  She was the perfect cat to little T.  She hardly scratched T, in spite being strangled, tail pulled, cuddled by demand, lifted and carried away.  There were a few scratches of course, but not a lot.  I’m not a cat person, but Boots was different.  I am very fond of Boots.

IMG_2164Little 2-year-old T with Boots.  How time flies!

And then came The Dog.

Her world changed and suddenly her space was invaded by this smelly out-sider.  She couldn’t go anywhere without checking if the coast was clear.  She was no longer the apple of T’s eye.  She suddenly had a smelly and irritating rival, called Doc.

She hated him at first sight.

IMG_4023Doc as a pup.

At first though, she tolerated him.  After all, he was only small.  Had he remained small, she probably would’ve stayed.  But Doc grew big and then gasp, became bigger than her.  I guess that was when she finally decided that enough is enough.


One day, she just left us.

It wasn’t a sudden leaving.  We weren’t dumped without any signs.  She used to go away for hours on no end.  Then she would stay out the whole night, come home in the afternoon.  We knew by then there was someone else.  My husband assured me that cats are that way.  She’ll come home, don’t worry, he said.

For a while, she led a double life and was fed double dinners.  I was fine with that, as long as she still came home.  Until one day, she stopped coming home.

The Other Woman

We don’t really know for sure who she is.  Our neighbour claims to know her and have seen Boots on her couch.  She says this woman likes to feed other cats and our other neighbour said that this woman also “stole” her cat and even rang her doorbell one day and demanded she signed a document saying she’s relinquishing her cat to her.  Our neighbour refused to sign.  It’s a case of she said, they said.  So we don’t really know the truth.

I miss Boots.

I miss her presence and the way I’d suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and know she’s there even before hearing her purr.


I miss how she would go on walks with us like a dog.  I love to tell stories about her, especially the time she followed us deep within the woods and then suddenly disappeared because there were too many dog-walkers.  How we went back the next day not expecting to find her, but she was there.  She came out as soon as I called her name, annoyed of course, as if to say “What took you so long?  I was stuck here the whole night!”   I miss her bored face.  I want her back.  She is part of our family.  I am going to look for her.  I’m going to ring that woman’s door bell and ask very politely if we could have our cat back please.  But first, I must find that woman.  T wants her cat back.

Have you ever been dumped by a cat?


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