This is little Jessica lying on Oupa Monty’s back lawn last weekend. She’s not particularly fond of grass to be honest – she usually has either her hands or feet touching the grass, but never both at the same time.
In fact, sometimes she just lies on her tummy with all four hands and feet up in the air, making sure that none are in contact with that strange green stuff! :)
However, she’s getting better with the grass, as you can see for yourself in the photos. It’s mostly smiles, so it must be going okay, right? ;)
Oh, and you’ll notice Achilles slinking around in the background of one of the shots. He is still in the process of settling in with the Montgomery clan, and so far so good, but by the sound of it, it’s going to take a while to integrate him with the existing two cats!
Super cute, isn’t she? :)
Some might have accused us of celebrating last night. However, this is not true. What is true is that every second Tuesday Chantelle is on an early shift, meaning that when the clock strikes 17:00, we can shoot out to pick up Jessica and then have a full 2 hours before we have to be back in time for the bedtime routine! And so, last night we decided to spend that time at Spur – which was nice (but expensive, which is a pity because Spur never used to be equated with pricey. So much for an affordable family restaurant!).
Anyway, Chantelle had the Surf and Turf followed by a Chocolate Brownie, while I gobbled down my usual tasty Bacon, Cheese and Gaucamole burger. Jessica just sat there looking cute… and chomped down on whatever could be brought close to her mouth – which is especially cute now that the first of her top teeth are out, meaning our little girl now has three chompers available for use!
So what might we have been accused of celebrating then?
Well certainly we could have been celebrating the fact that Chantelle discovered a fix to the oven which cost us nothing and hence saves me R3,000 in terms of buying a new unit (our interested buyer was needless to say, not impressed when we broke this news to them). Or we could be celebrating the first month in which adverts run across my sites finally resulted in some decent money being paid into my bank account. However, we would most likely be accused of celebrating the fact that Tuesday evening saw us bid farewell to our loveable ginger, Achilles the cat, as we gave him away to Chantelle’s folks – for good.
Rest assured, this was not the case. No, no, not the giving away part. Rather, that we were not celebrating the loss of Achilles, but merely enjoying a rare bit of time together. Completely coincidental.
Anyway, so now that those accusing us have been placated, I can get on with explaining why we took such a drastic step of giving away one of our cats, and why we are still in the process of looking for a new home for the second one.
The fact of the matter is that since the arrival of Jessica as part of our family, we simply have been devoting ZERO time to either of the cats, meaning that a year down the line, they have been pretty much completely starved of any sort of love or affection whatsoever. Of course this is certainly not fair on them, but unfortunately that is just how it is – Jessie really is the center of our lives these days.
In the same breadth, the cats have started to annoy us, always underfoot, always looking for attention, always getting in everywhere where they aren’t wanted, and always getting their fur, fleas and ticks everywhere! In other words, they are annoying us by just being… cats. Again, not fair on them at all. And of course, all of this means that they are just escalating their attempts to gain affection from us, which in turn just annoys us more, leading to a vicious circle which can only end badly down the line.
So after a long discussion, Chantelle and I decided that the fair thing to do would be to try and find a new home for the cats, or at a minimum for at least one of the cats. Luckily for us, Achilles is hugely popular with whomever comes into contact with him, and when we mentioned our plan, Monty quickly snapped him up, meaning that as of last night, we now only have one feline roaming the halls…
So adios Achilles, you’ve been a fantastic member of our little family up until now, and hopefully you’ll enjoy your new home with the folks. In any event, I’ll probably see you every second weekend anyway, so it’s not like we’ll never meet again…
Oh, and please don’t chase away Monty’s two other cats or kills all their pigeons – well, at least not on the first day!
Ah Achilles the cat, how you annoy me so. There are however times when you don’t annoy me and I find you cute and adorable, for example, when you are not under my feet, not constantly rubbing yourself all over me, and not stealing my defrosting chicken.
And thus, in no particular order whatsoever, I provide some visual proof of these moments to you, my loyal and faithful readers.
1) Keeping the microwave warm and safe from all would be invaders. 2) Ensuring a tiny Jessica is kept safe from attack via any miscreants that might be lurking in the area. 3) Keeping my hand away from my bedtime books and/or tissues, obviously with the intention of making sure I get some much needed sleep.
Thank you my boy, I appreciate a pussy in these unexpected and often tight spaces.
I arrived home from another hard day’s graft at work, put down my bags and proceeded to call in the cats for supper. Tinned wet food was on the menu for the furry critters this evening, so I expected them to come running up in their usual greedy fashion. However, strangely enough, only Olympus heeded my “Fooooodies!” bellow, and I proceeded to place the food in the two bowls before carrying it out and putting it down in the dining room for them to feast on at their leisure.
I headed off to our room to change, and was rather taken aback to find Achilles lying on the bed, seemingly completely oblivious to the fact that I had just dished him some delicious fish/who-knows-what-is-in-those-cans and I though to myself, “Shame, boy must be feeling a little sick. He seems very lethargic tonight”.
Anyway, fast forward a bit, and Chantelle eventually arrives home after her late shift, and sets about getting our late evening supper on the go. I’m sitting comfortably on the couch, taking in some of The Smoking Gun’s World’s Dumbest Criminals, when all of a sudden I hear coming out from over the kitchen counter:
“Jou bliksem!!! The cat stole one of the chicken breasts that I was defrosting!”
And thus the mystery of the lethargic Achilles was solved.
So there I was, trying to snap a nice picture of little Jessica who I had plonked down in bed beside her mommy, who had just got back into the warm snuggly blankets after a nice warm shower in preparation for work.
However, it would seem that Chantelle and Jessica weren’t the only two interested in the warm bed, oh no, Mr. Achilles was pretty keen on the deal to. So he did what any other self respecting pet would do. He photo-bombed my shots while getting nice and cosy in the process!
That little ginger blighter…
So on the day we were expecting the first visit from Mom and Pops to the Gordon’s Bay Lotter stronghold in absolute ages, guess what happened?
Well, as I should have known, I strolled past the bathroom in the morning, only to recoil in horror as the sight inside caught my unsuspecting eye. Yup, an absolute bloody explosion of feathers and bird bits covered the floor of our guest bathroom.
So one clean-up later, and with everything good to go, I get a shout to come outside from Chantelle. And there, by the outside braai, is Chantelle and the small Mossie she had plucked to freedom away from the cats. The little bird was still a young chick, unable to fly, and unfortunately, now very far away from its a) nest and b) protective parents.
Unfortunately, with no real alternative open to us, Chantelle carefully placed the Mossie into a tree and shooed the cats away, but as we expected, the minute our backs were turned the chick was turned into chow.
Nature is pretty cruel that way sometimes.
The problem with cats is that they tend to catch birds. And despite her efforts, Chantelle couldn’t save this young feathered fella.
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Seriously, these cats never cease to amuse me. This time it is Achilles who once again makes a grab at the spotlight, cranking up the cuteness by picking an aerial sleeping spot in my man room cupboard.