A Study in Red, Black and White; or, Cat Uses Dog as Cushion.

Rosie's menu, or red handed.

It has been a while since I have confessed. Now seems like a good time.
Of late I have been mostly eating:
A biro
A notebook in which was written stories by Her ( in the dog house for that one!)
A shoe
or maybe two
A compact disc case
or maybe a few
A wrapper for a chocolate bar
A sweet or maybe more
Some bread
Some biscuits
Dog food
Cat food
Sheep poo
Rabbit poo
A rubber ball
Some paper bags
Hannah's camera (well, a small part of it and just as well it wasn't Her's or I would be skinless now!)
A box
A wooden spoon
A stick
A boot
Some coal
A blue bear
The leg of a chair
The ink cartridge from a computer 9hmmm... tasty!)
A black pen
And a blue pen.
I think it was the blue pen that gave it away.
Caught, blue pawed.

Rosie's menu for last week next instalment

a cleaning sponge from the kitchen
two yoghurt pots
a sheepskin slipper
sticks (ash, elder, gorse)
a cardboard box
a dog chew toy
another dog chew toy
a cardboard box (or two, maybe three)
a golden wrapper from chocolate money
a big panda with stuff like sponge inside (very messy)
a tiara
two clothes pegs from the washing line
puddles
stream water
mud water
a part of a fridge



and
some
SNOW!

Pixie, the smallest cat

Worried because Pixiecat was still not eating She phoned the vet today and Kath was lovely enough to fit in an extra evening appointment. Pleased with Pixiecats progress Kath gave special food for Pixie. It seems her mouth is filled with sores and her tongue is covered with ulcers, so she has to be fed with a syringe. But Pixie is over the worst with the flu and If only She was a better nurse and would stop painting and just sit and read to Pixie and feed her when she needs food then all will be well.
Meanwhile Bella, brave kind Bella, is looking after Pixie, making sure she is clean and knows that she is loved.

And Bella is teaching Rosie how to care for cats.

Meanwhile Martha, the old one, lies stretched over the fire in the warmest place and dreams of Lion, a far away cat of great age.

Rosie's walk

We left the cats at home, eating supper in the kitchen, and walked over the hill to the place where the path wanders through heather. The smell was like honey.

In places the path was not even wide enough for a puppy to walk....

..but luckily I have been taking levitation lessons from Maurice.

Further along I found the wall where the cats pose for photographs, tumbled stones white with lichens and softened by moss, ancient, beautiful.
I am the puppy and I too can walk on the wall.

One puppy's week

This week I have been picking blackberries...

Exploring the hill with the big dogs and eating rabbit poo.....

sitting on the seaweed monster and being chased by the wave monster.

Sunlight through soft fur

Evening sunslant, running through a field of clover with Floss.

Life doesn't get any better than this, apart from when I am curled in Hannah's arms.

Whiskers and paws

In this house of ginger Rosie and Kiffer sleep curled together until it becomes difficult to know where cat begins and puppy ends.

Rounding up the sheep dog...

and teaching her some manners....

and general cleanliness.

A hot day

Pixie: So, we gather here on a hot day to decide what we are going to do about the small pied one?

Bella: It's hot, and I don't like the puppy.

Maurice: Hot hot hot hot, tired.

Pixie: I had hoped it was only here for a short time, but it would seem that it is Hannah's birthday present. Small it is and its teeth are sharp but maybe we have room?
Bella: No.

Floss: I think.....
Bella: Well, that's a first!
Floss: I think it looks like me and I think it is fun to play with, like a ball.

Maurice: And I think it is too hot to think.
Pixie: So, Martha is teaching it manners, Kiffer has taught it to sleep, Floss is teaching it to play and I have taught it to walk. Elmo is teaching it to be naughty. What are you going to teach it Maurice?
Maurice: How to be scared of hot cats!

A place of safety

If I sit up here, high in the kitchen on the pink fridge, then the new thing cannot find me, for its legs are only short. And its fur is soft. And it runs around until it is worn out tired and then it flops and sleeps like a kitten.

Knitting patterns

First take one dog with long hair, then clip dog.

Take dog hair and spin using a drop spindle into a ball of hair and then knit.....under a fading moon.......

..until you have a puppy.

Introduce puppy to gingers...... and get Kiffer to teach her.....

...to sleep.