Squeaky Ginger

Lord And Master

2007-12-22T12:45:00.001-08:00

The Lord High Chicken wishes all of his adoring subjects a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

Or... at least he will in a minute.

As soon as he's worked out what that squirrel's up to. And whether it's worth going after it......

Let Me Give You My Number....

2007-10-14T05:11:00.000-07:00

Luteus is, of course, microchipped. But, along with a bell and the magnetic tag for his cat flap, he also has a name & address cylinder attached to his collar. Yes, it means he jingles dramatically when he walks but it's easy to hear him coming and it's a sort of feline bling.

At least, he should have an address cylinder attached to his collar. However, in the last couple of months, he's managed to lose three of them. And it's not like they're just falling off - no, the bottom half of the barrel has apparently come unscrewed and separated from the top half, which is still clipped onto his collar.

How is this happening? No idea. It's not like they're especially easy to unscrew. The only possible solution is that he's taking them off himself and handing them out to all the other cats in the neighbourhood with gleeful abandon.

He doesn't know we're onto him. But we are.

Oh yes.

I'm on Ur Footon

2007-10-14T05:08:00.000-07:00

.... having a bath.....

... and having a yawn.

My life is, like, so hard.

Rain Stops Play

2007-10-09T08:19:00.000-07:00

Do cats get sore throats?

I only ask, because after getting drenched in the rain three times today (and coming in each time demanding warm milk, attention and a towel-drying, whilst leaving a trail of muddy pawprints across the floor) he's Been Kept In.

And he's not happy.

Something he's verbalising by following the cruel owner who has imprisoned him around the house and mewing piteously.

Maybe he'll tire himself out?

Awwwwwww......

2007-10-08T11:19:00.000-07:00

That is all.

Camo-Cat

2007-09-30T12:42:00.000-07:00

If anyone asks.....

... you ain't see me.

Okay?

The Only Way Is Up

2007-09-30T12:34:00.000-07:00

So, what's up there then?

No, really. What is up there?

We didn't have the heart to tell him it was only a box with some badminton rackets and a frisbee. He'd have been so disappointed....

Poorly Boy

2007-07-27T09:14:00.001-07:00

He's done it again: he's only gone and injured himself, somehow.

This time, it seems to be some scratches, a sore foot and a painful eye - presumably he's got that scratched too. So the poor thing is once more confined to quarters until he's a bit better, and has spent most of the day curled up in his bed feeling sorry for himself. Presumably, he's fallen out of a tree, got into a fight or done whatever it is cats do to themselves when they think no-one's looking.

Not that it's all bad: he's managed to con The Female Owner into spoon-feeding him some warm milk. After which, he deigned to purr a bit and then promptly went back to sleep.....

Whose Bed? My Bed.

2007-07-27T04:28:00.000-07:00

Specifically cat-dedicated beds in the house: 2

Sofas, cushions, chairs and other available sleeping places: ooh, at least 20.

Stopping owner from getting into bed and being able to stretch out: priceless.

O Rly?

2007-07-03T12:25:00.000-07:00

Currently keeping Himself entertained, the LOLcats website.

This, for future reference, is his happy face.

No, really. It is.

Whirlwind

2007-06-28T08:59:00.000-07:00

Can it really be that long since the Ginger One's updated his site? Shocker. He's embarrassed; truly he is - but he'd like to point out that these days, he does have a pretty hectic life and he just doesn't always have the kind of time he'd like to spend on here.

Take the last six months, for example. It's been a whirl: a Christmas tree he couldn't climb (so instead had to content himself with standing on his back paws and stretching up it, sniffing), more mice, more pigeons, a few more garden birds and, most importantly, his second birthday.

He's also found himself a new feline friend, another ginger cat living up the road, and the pair of them can be seen leaping out of trees at each other and generally terrorising unsuspecting passersby.

He thinks he's all grown up now, and seems to have turned into a bit of a diva. While he may have started off a little bit camera-shy:

he's rapidly progressed to being comfortable in front of the camera -

Of course, there are still some days when it's all a bit much for him, and he'd really rather not be papped - but despite the dirty look he gives the camera, he still loves the attention.

Sometimes, though, it all gets too much - and there's nothing for it but to try and catch a quick catnap before the next photo opportunity.....

Wonder what's for dinner?

Always in Fashion

2006-10-20T04:04:00.000-07:00

Seriously, how many cats can boast that their owners have considerately chosen a colour scheme which sets off their stripes quite so well?

Thought not.

The Scorecard: part two

2006-10-20T03:59:00.000-07:00

Mice: countless
Dragonflies: several
Birds (small): a few
Birds (large): a handful
Squirrels: two

Yes, that was squirrels. I know.

No wonder he's knackered.

So much to do, so little time....

2006-10-20T03:56:00.000-07:00

Bath time

Nap time

It's a miracle he manages to fit it all in, really.

The Human Whisperer

2006-10-20T03:52:00.000-07:00

Rare pictures of the Lord High Chicken caught in mid-squawk.

Chatty little thing, isn't he? Although, it has to be said, looking somewhat disgruntled in the second one.

No change there.

Fearless Adventurer

2006-09-17T10:11:00.000-07:00

Can't leave this one alone for 2 seconds, can you?

*sigh*

Confined to Quarters

2006-08-11T04:41:00.000-07:00

Poor Luteus. Somewhere on his travels, he's picked up a bit of a tummy bug which has led to him spending the entire week confined to the house.

No chasing (or catching) birds / mice / any combination thereof.

No going to sleep in the middle of the road, only to be woken by an irate driver hooting their car horn.

No getting up from the middle of the road, stretching lazily, turning round and going back to sleep in exactly the same spot - sending already irate driver into an absolute frenzy of hooting.

No chasing leaves across the lawn.

No scaling the fences and clambering onto the roof of Next Door's shed to survey his kingdom.

Still, the antibiotics seem to be working. At least, they are now the little sod swallows them, rather than spitting them across the kitchen with a loud "Ptooey!". They are now, you see, rubbed on the fat from the joint of meat in the fridge before being handed to him, which means he wolfs them down. He's also developed a bit of a taste for the probiotic paste the vet prescribed for him - provided he can lick it off fingers rather than have it squirted into his mouth via syringe. Fair enough.

From being listless, quiet and refusing to eat on Monday, he's now merrily bouncing off the walls, tapdancing on the kitchen worktops (despite yelps of "Luteus! No! Down!" from the Owners) and trying to eat the parlour palm. And hoovering up any food in sight - whether it's his or not.

Unfortunately, he's also had to have his temperature taken this week. Twice. The first time, he sort of slumped on the vet's table, then tried to haul himself onto the nearest pair of shoulders. The second time, he squawked and tried to leg it down the other end of the table; as he had 3 people holding onto him, though, this just turned into a sideways wriggle, followed by a half-indignant, half-resigned expression complemented perfectly by a deep sigh and drooping ears.

He's spent this morning jumping in and out of a cardboard box, and ripping threads out of the study rug.

On the mend, I'd say.

Chill, Winston.

2006-07-04T04:01:00.000-07:00

Beating the heat, the Luteus way.

The Scorecard

2006-06-06T09:04:00.000-07:00

Local mouse population: 0

Luteus: 2*

* of which 1: beheaded.

Just to prove I'm a grown-up....

2006-05-27T03:13:00.000-07:00

.... guess what I did this morning?

That's right, I went out & caught my very first bird. I even brought it into the house through the catflap to show The Owners.

I know they were very proud.

I was really pleased with myself - it's the first time I've caught anything. Except leaves and socks.

I don't know what happened to it. It was odd: one minute it was there, and then She offered me some of my special chocolate buttons, so of course I had to go and eat those. But when I went back, it had gone.... and He was rummaging around in the Big Green Bin by the side gate.

Perhaps He saw where it went?

Happy Birthday to Me!

2006-05-26T09:58:00.000-07:00

A whole year old today.

And still no better behaved.....

He's been promised a cake made entirely of chicken for his dinner - but I'm not sure that a candle is a good idea.

It's Not Easy Being Ginger

2006-05-25T09:32:00.000-07:00

It's a hard life, isn't it?

*sigh*

The Culinary Kitten

2006-01-04T04:14:00.000-08:00

Never one to be left out, Luteus has decided to help with dinner.....

Pack-a-Cat.....

2006-01-04T04:09:00.000-08:00

Easy like Sunday Morning

2005-12-03T03:43:00.000-08:00

Curiosity did WHAT??

2005-12-03T03:40:00.000-08:00

The Sleeper Rarely Wakes....

2005-12-03T03:32:00.000-08:00

They grow up so fast......

2005-12-03T03:17:00.000-08:00

It's been a while since the Squeaky Ginger blog was updated - due to extreme laziness on the part of The Owner, admittedly, for which she has been duly reprimanded - but hopefully it's worth the wait.

Poor old Luteus has, since September, been carted off to the vet's to be neutered, which was.. interesting. Of course we didn't want to leave him there, and as usual he howled with most righteous indignation at being loaded into his travelling box... but it was when we picked him up afterwards that we got the biggest surprise.

Having been warned by just about everyone that he would be dozy and a bit grumpy for a few days after the operation, imagine our surprise when we walk into the nurse's room and find a small, but rapidly spinning, ginger cat waiting in his travelling box. He's chasing his tail, and apparently has been for the last five minutes. The nurse looks at us, looks at him and says: "As you can see, he's raring to go home...".

Once we do get him home, as soon as we carry him through the front door, even before we've let him out, he starts purring like there's no tomorrow, and spends the rest of the evening climbing every vertical surface he can find (including our legs), and bouncing off the walls. Dozy? Hah!

He's also started teething in a big way - last week, one of his deciduous teeth fell out & landed smack in the middle of the sofa. It took me a minute to work out what on earth it was, and then grab it before he ate it.... A side effect of the teething seems to be spectacularly bad breath, which as far as I can see is to be expected. The BW insists that his breath (the cat's, obviously, rather than the BW's) doesn't smell bad, it smells normal, but a bit stronger.

My point of view, however, is that if I can smell when he yawns halfway across the room, that ain't normal. Or pleasant. But perhaps it was the teething which led to the Aloe Vera incident, in which Luteus devoured half my baby Aloe Vera plant that was sitting on the bathroom windowsill, and then wandered off licking his lips & looking highly pleased with himself. After that, I expect his coat to be glossy, his eyes to be bright, his gums to be pink and healthy, and his breath to be sweet and fresh (like it was after he ate half the basil plant from the kitchen) for some time to come.

If he goes after orchids, basil, aloe vera & money plants, what on earth's he going to be like when we get a Christmas tree in the house? God help us.....

Current mood: sleepy

Introducing Luteus

2005-09-26T06:12:00.000-07:00

*** A brief foreword from "The Owner"****

Luteus has somewhat taken over our lives since he arrived a month or two ago. Needless to say, his overwhelming presence is starting to make itself felt in my blog, too - which is all well & good, but probably highly annoying for everyone other than, well, me.

So it's only fair that he should get a blog of his very own, a space where the self-appointed Lord High Chicken (don't ask) can be... himself.

Current mood: playful.