Friday, 19 September 2008


Rolly wandered down from the farm up the road, seeking food! He likes to think he's the boss cat.

Monday, 8 September 2008


Max has arthritis and is totally deaf. He somehow walked from a row of cottages two miles away to my house. He must have crossed a stream by going over the main road bridge. He came through my cat flap and went to sleep on a bench. I knew where he came from so I returned him, only for him to repeat the journey the next day.

I returned him again, this time with a handful of cat biscuits. It was Christmas Eve. On Christmas morning he was back on the bench in my kitchen looking very pleased with himself.

He was not settled in his previous home and had been sleeping outdoors. His owner agreed he could stay with me, and he's been here for five years now.

Sunday, 7 September 2008


Dozing on top of the wardrobe

Whiskers, also known as Whizz or Whizzy-Whizz depending on how fast he is going. He turned up as a young tom, very scared and hungry in April 2007. By November he had been neutered and was living with the rest of the gang.