All posts tagged: Cats

Felicity’s favourite things: naptime

Felicity has a few favourite things: bottle tops and tuna fish, wool blankets, and naptime. Specifically, naps with me.  Mr Dreamy doesn’t nap often enough to make it worth her while to get excited about. Felicity loooooooooooves napping with me.  If she thinks it is the right time of day, and there is a chance I might nap (something I do once or twice a week), she hopefully follows me into the bedroom every time I head that way. I took a nap yesterday, and she definitely felt I was long overdue for one. As I was unpinning my hair she twined around my ankles, mewing encouragingly. As I moved to take all the pillows off the bed (yes, I’m a pillow pile-er) she stood on the edge of the bed in a pose that usually indicates that she is demanding pets.  Did she want a pet?  Nope!  As I reached out for her she moved out of reach just fast enough for me to end out spread over the bed.  Just where she wanted …

Cat in a Hat(box)

I found a vintage leather hatbox at an opshop a few weeks ago.  I practically squealed with excitement.  Vintage hat boxes are rarer than hen’s teeth, and when you do find them, they are pricey – generally between $45 and $60.  This one?  $7!!!! I brought the hatbox home and set it down, and Felicity immediately became very excited and decided to investigate it. She was fascinated, but cautious.  She placed her feet ever so delicately inside it! It must have smelled of interesting things…other people’s houses, and journeys, and leather, and maybe even another pet. She finally climbed all the way in, and I tried to persuade her to pose. Maybe next time!  She decided it was fun to pretend that camera sounds were scary, and that was the end of my cat and hatbox photos session.

Felicity and the bumblebee

Felicity finally managed to catch a bumblebee last Friday, with predictable chaos and unhappiness on all sides. Felicity was freaked out and in pain, I was freaked out, and after finally managing to catch my freaked out cat, in a little cat induced pain of my own, and I doubt the bumblebee loved the ordeal. After a quarter of an hour of Felicity running in and out of the house and bouncing around like a brickle ball, and me trying to get ahold of her so I could remove the bumblebee, she managed to knock it off herself. There was another quarter of an hour of puffing and hissing while she calmed down, and then all was back to normal. I do hope she retains a little wisdom from this experience and gives up on her effort to catch bumblebees in the future!