Why does that blasted dog have to come and stay when it’s a long weekend or when there’s a religious festival with food involved? This is MY time for sleeping late, extra hugs and tasty tidbits, not his. I don’t care if it’s his first birthday. I don’t care if he’s bigger than me. That … Continue reading Cats, Rats and Dogs
Neither Ron nor I had seen Serafina for nearly a week. We’d seen a bit of Hypo, or Snowflake as she was now called, although Ron still insisted on calling her Hypo. She had now been spayed and looked very fresh and clean in her new collar. “Serafina has been spending a lot of time … Continue reading Unleashing the Lion Within
Serafina was very disappointed that most of the local cats had forgotten about the Society for the Prevention of Un-Neutered Cats which had been over-shadowed by pre-Christmas festivities and the unwelcome arrival of a crime wave in the village. “It’s not only mail that’s going missing,” said a wide-eyed Serafina one morning. “A house has … Continue reading The Cat Thief
We now had two female cats in our “inner group”, Serafina and Cookie. I decided that on balance, this was a good thing. We’d all upped our game somewhat. I hadn’t embarrassed myself in the catnip again and Squeak had not only lost his winter coat but had put himself on a self-imposed diet. It … Continue reading The Society for the Prevention of Un-Neutered Cats
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Right in the middle of the local newspaper was my picture. My picture! And one of Mummy underneath. Had the media been alerted to the rumour about an aggressive ginger brute living in the Village whose name was now linked to acts of mindless violence? A psychotic maniac who had … Continue reading Cats in the Catnip
The weeks went by and just as my trust in Ron was returning, there was a huge drama in the village. It happened yesterday morning when I was patrolling the southern boundary of the property in order to keep an eye on the two pugs next door. Now there’s a peculiar looking animal! When I … Continue reading The Catfight
It’s hard to believe that I started life answering to the name of Max. I’ve only recently felt ready to talk openly about the trauma of my kittenhood which was marred by anxiety and uncertainty. After leaving Mother as a kitten I was taken in by a family who loved and cared for me but … Continue reading The Woes of Weasley
Claire Jewitt 