What a weekend!

Well master Deacon had to go to the vets over the weekend. He had started to scratch his face and I was concerned that he would get an infection.

He sang to me all the way there (he does not like to be restricted) and I must admit I was a little concerned when the vet called me in as he looked very sombre when he asked me why he had come in.

Although he certainly changed when he saw Deacon, he could not believe it was the cat that he had read the notes on. He said that technically he should not be still with us, but although he could feel the lump he had not lost any weight and apart from his acne was looking well!

We discussed whether it would be beneficial to him to spend more time in the main house however his opinion was not to rock the boat - things were working at the moment so not to change anything.

Obviously we accept that he is on borrowed time but both Rosie and I cherish every day that we have with him. Well I do - Rosie might think a little differently when he steals her food or sleeps in her bed but then again maybe the daily cleaning sessions make up for it!

Kitchen Time

Deacon comes out into the kitchen most morning for a few minutes. Because we have a long kitchen it is much better to play laser lights so he runs around like a mad thing - I must remember to record it!

Rosie has also started to venture out - although when she sees the large dog with his paws and nose through the child gate she looks a little concerned. To be honest she should be more worried about our cats not the big softy woof woof.

Multi-Tasking!

This is what you call multi-tasking - I need another pair of hands

What a run around

Well it was that time again for Deacon, when he needed to have his flea treatment and what a fiasco it was.

He can smell it before it comes out of the packet, so armed with some nice warm chicken I settled him down and went for the plunge, missed completely and it spun around and hit me in the face.

Maybe I should write a “what not to do when giving flea treatment”, anyway next attempt managed to get some on his neck although talk about sulking – I am going to have to think of a much better plan for next time.

Cat nip heavon

Well Smudge loves the stuff.

I am always concerned about letting dominate males have access as they can become more assertive than normal but not this little chap.

Talking about loving his blanket, rolling around, and dribbling, it was so nice to see him calm and relaxed – definitely something to use as a treat when he is good.

Heron

Well they are good guard cats I must say.

We had a Heron on our pond this morning which is close to Smudge's pen.

Poor cat did not know what to do when it came up to the pen - talk about revenge of the birds. Anyway Smudge was safe but I think he had his feathers ruffled although the foster room residence were very interested in all the commotion – Deacon was up on the window sill seeing what it was all about. I think he may have had said a few things if he had been out there!

Update

I cannot believe how time flies.

All the guys are good. Smudge is slowly getting to grips with being confined - although he likes to be heard especially at 5.00 am!

Deacon is not in Rosie's good books at the moment. He was having his rare "I want to be alone" moments so she took the opportunity to jump up on my lap for a quick pad and cuddle. But of course when he saw this, he promptly walked over and sat directly on top of her and started to pad.

I think there may have been a bit of jealousy.