I came across these cat cartoons which so acurately sum up cats’ behaviour that you will laugh out loud. Just Google “simon’s cat” and you will find them. There are 3 which are called Cat Man Do, TV Dinner and Let Me In. You will also come across a time lapse video of said Simon with his cat during a whole night and you will see exactly where the Cat Man Do video comes from. There is also a doggy one – so the Min Pins don’t feel left out which was done recently for the RSPCA about the dangers of overfeeding your dogs. Do have a look because they are so funny.

Must also tell you about my friend’s cat who refuses to use the cat flap at home unless it is wedged completely open however she will quite happily use cat flaps in other locations and regularly visits the neighbours for a midnight snack! She blew her cover one night when the neighbours woke up and heard munching but realised their cat was on the bed with them. Now, unless the cat is absolutely gagging for food she doesn’t get fed as they assume if she is not overly interested that she must have dined out.

no, I don’t blame Silli at all; in fact i’m quite impressed that a one-eyed cat can be such an acrobat..!

Meanwhile I have to say that whilst you’ve never come across an autistic cat, I’ve never quite come across a Mafia one…how on earth, did the squirrel’s head end up in the cutlery drawer….?? The mind boggles….!!!

Yup, we are lucky to have Moz the merciless – even more so, as we don’t have a catflap so he cannot bring his ‘treasures’ into the cottage to share with us! Eugh!!

Right – must go & salve my poor old Navara of his foodie burden, before it gets dark….

My lil cat was just a few moths old, it was his first autumn, I think he was about 4 months old at the time. I was working in a seafood restaurant, and had a day shift, I left OH and cat in the lovely house and I returned in early evening. My hubbie informed me that the cat had brought in a squirrel during the day, a small one, but a SQUIRREL He shut the door to the living area and removed the squirrel body, sweeping the floor of blood and hair.

He the informed me that the ertswhile squirell had a head upon being brought into the ktchen but was missing one when he left, assuming he has eaten the head I shruggged it off and started to cook dinner.

As I cooked, I leaned over to the cutlery drawer, opened it, and there, among the spoons, lay a perfect squirrel’s head. It was a little bit mafia cat. And I spent about four ours disinfecting the kitchen.