Buster is just too bloomin' cool. Although I'm not so keen on the dead rabbits he presents. That's the thing with cats. They're the best ever, but they are also the best ever at slaying small creatures. Especially Buster. There was the unfortunate case of the pet Guinea Pig escaping. Poor little piggy got eaten. And Buster lay around with his extended tummy on display, looking very pleased with himself... He's a seven year old Maine Coon, and I love him.
I thought I'd officially introduce our cat. She's a good, funny sort, is Mouse. She doesn't say much. And her expression rarely changes. When she's awake she's wide eyed and bushy tailed, and when she's asleep she makes you want to cosy up to her. Her fur is super soft, but it's thick and fluffy - and she hardly malts!
We got her as a six week old kitten out in 'whoop whoop', as they say in Australia - which means in the middle of nowhere, out in the bush. She was in a litter of six kittens, and was the only one left... we soon discovered why...
She was a ridiculous and insane kitten, to the point of my husband and I actually feeling like we'd made a mistake in getting her. She used to just run wild, up the curtains, up anything she could pin her tiny claws in. With her tail always perfectly upright.
She made what we called a devil growl - a sort of growly gargle as she'd hurtle around. And she's never really meowed. Maybe a squeak here and there, but it's very rare to hear an actual meow.
We nicked named her Colin Feral as a kitten. She was really rather horrid! But as soon as she was allowed to go outside, she got much better.
We lived in Perth with her for three and a bit years, and then made the decision to bring her home with us to Bristol. We did consider rehoming her, but as I'd worked with cat rescue organisations, I knew there were far too many cats needing homes, and I just didn't want to abandon her.
So... a long flight and a two hour car ride, a three month stint in a flat we didn't let her out of because we were going to move again. And now she is superbly content and happy.
We bought a little house at the end of a quiet culdesac, with a towering wood as our back garden for her to explore, climb trees, and come blackberry picking with us. She follows us down the path every time we go. Dogs or not.
She's an Aussie through and through. She's hardy and very, very casual. And if she could, she'd wear a flannel shirt, with a beer in one paw and a steak in the other.
She's a good, funny sort, is Mouse.
My cousin came to stay over the weekend and we explored the woodland behind our home - with my cat in tow.
I feel pretty lucky to have stumbled across our little home. It's like it's a secret in our city - we live at the end of a culdesac and our garden backs straight onto the wood. My husband and I take this route with our son to get ice cream sometimes - the second time we did we could hear this jingle of a bell behind us, and it was Mouse following us.
She comes with us every time now. Not all the way to shop yet... but she's getting more adventurous!