A year after I lost my devilcat, I welcome Lucia into my heart.
Of cats old and new
Farewell, my devilcat
I collected Chenna's ashes today, exactly three weeks after she signed out. Three weeks. Gosh. I still think about her every day, because there is not one aspect of my life in this house that she wasn't a part of. She arrived as a cute and cantankerous kitten within weeks of me moving in, and … Continue reading Farewell, my devilcat
Diary of a DevilCat: This is Chenna, signing out
I got a bit of a shock today. Turns out I'm not so indestructible as I liked to believe. Bone marrow cancer. That's what I've got. The prognosis is "guarded" (which means "not good" is a helluva understatement). No options for treatment. Barely any options for management. I'm so anemic I could keel over at … Continue reading Diary of a DevilCat: This is Chenna, signing out
Diary of a Devilcat: Worst Christmas ever
Instead of dreamy days in the sunshine, my Christmas involved pain and blood and terror. There is this Bullycat, you see, who is trying to take over my garden. He's mostly white, with bits of grey and black, and shaggy ears. Every day he can be found in my garden, mostly just passing through, his … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: Worst Christmas ever
Diary of a devilcat: Eat. Sleep. Scratch. Growl.
It's been ages since I got to write a blog post. By the cat gods, Ellen can be so mean. You've all missed me, right? But I suppose life has been same old same old... Eat. Sleep. Scratch. Growl. Actually, I've been doing a lot of growling. Ellen's developed this incredibly annoying habit of inviting … Continue reading Diary of a devilcat: Eat. Sleep. Scratch. Growl.
Diary of a Devilcat: One Buddy I do NOT want in my bed
Worst. Week. Ever. Last week, that is. Or, rather, the last three weeks. We were invaded again by a dog. (Buddy -- Smelly, yappy, panting thing.) And this time he was not content with stealing my food... this time he STOLE MY BED! Unbelievable. Just because I get to sleep in Ellen's bed whenever I want... … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: One Buddy I do NOT want in my bed
Dog and cat shenanigans – dinnertime
7pm. I get up and hover in the kitchen, eye the two sleeping animals (one cat, one dog) on the sofa. Who's hungry? I say. Two little heads lift, ears twitching, eyes lighting up. Meow, says the devilcat. The puppy (visiting) just looks excited. The devilcat is off the sofa first... Meow! Yes! Feed meeee! … Continue reading Dog and cat shenanigans – dinnertime
Diary of a Devilcat: Canine invasion
Bah! Dog. At least I think it's a dog. Smelly, yappy, panting thing. Here. In my house. On my couch. Polluting my garden. Drinking my water. EATING MY FOOD. It came on Tuesday. Its name is Buddy. It -- oh, all right, he -- has completely taken over the house. His stuff is everywhere, all … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: Canine invasion
Diary of a Devilcat: I’ll sleep where I damn well want
Says Chenna the devilcat: Capricious. That's what she called me! Recalcitrant too. Like there are rules I'm supposed to be following. Where, may I ask, does it say I have to sleep in the same place all the time? Is there some lodging contract I signed? (No!) Is there a notice on the wall? (No!) … Continue reading Diary of a Devilcat: I’ll sleep where I damn well want
Are you an ailurophile?
Here's a cool word AILUROPHILE Sounds like... I don't know what it sounds like. What it means though is A CAT LOVER Yep. It's from the ancient Greek ailouros (cat) and philos (dear, beloved). And I'm guessing quite a few readers of this blog qualify as ailurophiles. Am I right? Here's my claim to fame -- Chenna, otherwise known … Continue reading Are you an ailurophile?
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