Cats on a hot plastic blog

You wonder what there is worth putting onto a blog.

And then you go and get yourself three cats. Yes, that’s not one, or even two, but three. After our old lady died we swore we would not get another cat at least for a while.

But you miss their company - miss sitting at the computer with a feline pal zedding away just in hand’s reach.

And as I sit here now I have two of them in my study doing just that. The third one? Well… more of her later.

Peter and I saw some cats on the Cat Protection League website. Two handsome cats in need of a home. Okay they were 5 years old, but looked like they needed some tlc. So I duly emailed the CPL about them. We got some information and rang the owners of the cats. She had done a moonlight. Moved away leaving no trace – I hope she took the cats with her.

So we tried again. Got the CPL home visit and was offered several cats pairs (we wanted two, they are company for each other). There was Nelson and Admiral, both a year old, and yes... both were missing an eye (each). No one knew how they were injured but they had turned up together in need of vet care.

We were very tempted. How could you refuse two that needed a home so much?

But closer to home was a pair called Jessabelle and Suki. Smoke grey (blue?) and white ladies about a year old. So we arranged an appointment to see them.

Meanwhile back on the hillside a pair of scraggy local (ex)tomcats were trying to move into our house and sneaked in given even half a chance. I discovered they belonged to a neighbour who was shutting them out during the day as they did not get on with her year old child. Nice enough cats, but obviously quite old and frankly somewhat mangy… quite literally; with huge bald patches on their hind quarters,. Though whether this was actually to mange infestation or that they were being plucked bald by an enthusiastic toddler I am not sure.

But back to Jezz and Su. We toddled off to see the pair and that was it. Once seen? Had to have! But in the same pen was a smoke grey tabby names … wait for it... Smokey… he was just seven months old, and making desperate attempts to attract my attention.

Well I could not leave him there… now could I?

So we paid our ‘voluntary’ amount and there we were the same day with three cats.

That evening I had a call from a friend.
‘you wanted a cat didn’t you? I know someone trying to find a home – for free.’

The following day I was stopped by the neighbour asking if I wanted to adopt the afore-mentioned black twins… I declined that offer a little more readily given that one of them had deposited half a dead pigeon on my doorstep that very morning!

We had cats coming at us from all angles.

But we are content. We have our three cats, albeit with pretty naff names.

So - we thought – lets go with a mythological theme. Oberon and Titania and…? no third name came to mind. Okay so Loki, Freya and Frigga? Perfect!!

Loki is a little menace, the trickster incarnate.(He has climbed the yucca and tipped it over twice, tries very hard to catch washing through the glass window on the machine, and teased his adopted sisters night and day. )


Freya is a walking stomach who located the cat food cupboard, dried biscuit jar and the fridge within half a day. Gentle but determined; a perfect lady with great guile.




So far so good.

But Frigga? Alas, poor Frigga. She is very pretty, with delicate features and sleek attire – but a bear of little brain. And, further more, with the lamentable habit of using the space behind the tv in lieu of the kitty loo… despite all attempts so far to dissuade her.

Her regal name has been rapidly dropped in favour of something more in keeping with her peculiar nature.

Yes folks – make way for Betty Poop.