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Post by plocket on Mar 7, 2007 18:30:11 GMT 1
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Post by alicat on Mar 7, 2007 18:46:51 GMT 1
 Brilliant, Cats they do do the daftest of things don't they. - Never take the easy option.
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Post by plocket on Mar 7, 2007 19:44:19 GMT 1
She's bonkers! She likes to drink out of the water feature and the water garden too! What made me laugh the most though is that the water in the bucket is muddy, while the water in the pot-tray is clean - both rainwater though. I kept waiting for the bucket to tip over as well but that didn't happen, this time ;D
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Post by chickadeedeedee on Mar 7, 2007 23:55:42 GMT 1
LOL! Cats are so funny! My black cat Bruno likes to stick his head in the bucket while it is being filled. He doesn't seem to care he may get wet. He just likes to help.  C3D |
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Post by Sleepy on Mar 8, 2007 0:07:23 GMT 1
Oh bless him
I've got two.
Merlin, who is very demanding of attention. If I'm on the computer he has to be on my lap - pushing my hand away from the keyboard with his head.
And Bo - who asks for very little and sleeps a lot.
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Post by plocket on Mar 8, 2007 9:12:18 GMT 1
Poppy sounds like Bo! She likes to be with us but not fussed with, and could sleep for England! Mind you shes 16. She's drinking out of the bucket again, as I type ;D
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Post by Sleepy on Mar 8, 2007 9:59:59 GMT 1
Bo was in a car accident when he was a kitten. It's left him with a bad limp on his back leg which seems to get worse when the weather is damp.
But he is endearing when you pick him up. He stretches his paws out in front of him as you lift him and places them round your neck.
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Post by plocket on Mar 8, 2007 10:25:47 GMT 1
Oh that's too CUTE!!!! Bless! Have you posted a piccy of him?
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Post by Sleepy on Mar 8, 2007 10:27:39 GMT 1
My lumps couldn't balance on the edge of a bucket like that!
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Post by piggingardener on Mar 8, 2007 15:17:58 GMT 1
I didn't know you had two cats Sleepy. I've seen a picture of Merlin but not Bo. Merlin reminds me of a long dead relative's cat. He was a huge grey softie called Smokey. When I was little, we used to visit (I think it was my Mum's Aunt) and I used to go and play in her huge garden with him and pick all the wild flowers that grew along the edge of the railway line.
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