"Elisabethan Cat". My muff, my way.

Natural blond, too - I simply don't trust her.

Yeah, great place to kip, Pumpkin - I nearly broke my neck in the dark

Planning a stealth attack, are we, Pumpkin?

Relaxed. So relaxed.

Four days ago she was sleeping out in the freezing cold garden in a box. Now she's moved in. I wonder if she's feeling ok with my decision - hard to tell. Not.

Tension.

Food - the common denominator

A truce. Then battle recommences.

Dreaming of needless battles ahead.

Listen to his purr. Handsome hunk.

Upgraded from Cushion class to Cushion + Fleece class.

Wake me in 12 hours.

Cat suspicions.

I've been letting Pumpkin into the house on a trial basis. It's been a miserable flop. Harley - no problem, Yoshka adores that hunk. But Pumpkin is her rival - for what I don't know. So, while Yoshka is asleep in the afternoon, I let Pumpkin into the kitchen.Although her arch-rival has long gone out into the freezing cold. It shouldn't have to be so hard and it's certainly not how I imagined it could work out.



At about 5 o'clock Yoshka goes down to the kitchen for a bit to eat, finds Pumpkin there and bolts into the back room to hide.



Pumpkin meanwhile is doing all the things I wanted her not to do: jumping up on the kitchen counters, sitting on the table and trying to open the kitchen door to take control of the rest of the house. Hours after I put Pumpkin out, Yoshka is still there, at the top of the stairs now, sticking her head out through the banisters and watching. And waiting.



How the cat world should be, envisaged by a human: Pumpkin, sitting on a cushion in the kitchen, behaving herself. Harley, asleep on the next cushion on a neighbouring chair. Yoshka sleeping on the bed upstairs.

Stereo Cats.

Happy and contented wth just a piece of wood for a pillow.

Teaching children how to love and respect cats.

Inside the lion's den

Harley moved on out of the Thermally-Insulated House That Terry Built, to spend the evenings on a chair in my kitchen. Pumpkin (wasn't me who named her) moved straight in, while the bed was still warm. Here she is at home on my fleece jacket that I cut up to fit, ready to receive guests.