Spring Walk

Mum decided we should go outside yesterday as it was a warmish and sunny and she wanted to take some photographs.  

Whilst I enjoy my walks on harness I do like to stay close to mum and dad, beyond the gate there are loud noises and nutters!  I’ve seen metal boxes with wheels that fly past and it makes the ground move and sometimes noisy humans shout at my gate - I am offended by this and will not go out!  

Blot with Dad swearing at mum for making her go outside! - I would never do that

Blot on the other hand did not want to go out and she did not think it warm or warmish (see image above, I would never swear at mum) at all when forced and has refused to help with our diary update today deciding instead to go to sleep on our new memory foam mattress which I had almost forgotten about.  Mum came home on Friday with a mattress under her arm that she’d “won at work” apparently - I always wondered why humans need to work apart from the “to keep you in biscuits and rabbit” comment I get each day as I’m grabbing mums feet as she leaves for work, obviously there is more to it than they tell us!

Meet Anson Road Ulfar Muffinson

 

I will follow on from my Aunt’s post below.  My official name is Anson Road Ulfar Muffinson, known by my friends (I have a lot) as Ulfie, Woolfie, Muffinson, Mittens, Cutie Sausage (mum, so embarrassing!) and I also seem to have been bestowed the name stinky poo and quite often!


My early life differs greatly from that of Blot’s, she reminds me every day, “how lucky I am”...I will admit there is a little resentment.  I am a year younger than her and my birth father was Blot’s brother - Jenkins.  I was raised as a girl** in a house with children (I knew it wasn’t forever) until I was four months old when I came to live with Aunty Gertrud (Jenkins’ human Mummy) - I believe that is when mum and dad (human) first saw me and called Aunty Gertrud to enquire about my future.  I read the post by Blot and feel bad that she didn’t want me but then that’s girls isn’t it, they’re all a bit strange, my preference would have been a brother/Uncle but we can’t have everything we want.


I was quite excited about my move to North Yorkshire on that sunny morning in November and was waiting patiently in Aunty Gertrud’s kitchen when they arrived, my new parents.  Mum said I was very precious and dad picked me up straight away introducing himself.  I realised they smelt of cats and seemed to know Aunty Gertrud so was happy to go along with them.  We arrived in Yorkshire 4 hours later, I was tired, thirsty and a little scared.  I was greeted by Blot suspiciously and I have to say, quite aggressively. After an hour or so we became friends.  She says she realised after an hour I was no threat to her status... I never did find out what she meant?!
 



** Upon arrival at Aunty Gertrud’s it was discovered I was in fact a boy - Not a girls as I had known all along; humans!

Click here to view Ulfar’s old blog

Meet Anson Road Lynx Blot

My full name is Anson road Lynx Blot but my friends and family call me Blot, Blotty, Little Princess, Her Highness - I don’t mind any of these however, I will not acknowledge grumpy pants and stinky poo.

I have had a varied life, first living with Aunty Gertrud in London and then moving to the south coast at 9 months old with my cousin Tetley. Unfortunately our south coast retreat was not to be and it wasn’t long before we had to be rescued by Aunty Gertrud and brought back to London and recover from our traumatic ordeal (I’d rather not go into it, Charlotte said I should just forget it now and remember she loves me) before moving to North Yorkshire with Charlotte and Mark my new and forever parents!

There were many new things to adjust to when I moved to Yorkshire.  Firstly I was not living in a cat only household any more I was sharing (I had not known this concept before) with my 6 animal siblings; Frederick, Alfonso, Scuzzy, Midge, Stella and Lilly.  As well as the taunts from my siblings I had to endure what seemed like an almost constant plethora of visitors eager to see me, some strange and some my new family.  Either way I didn’t like it and would remain in the family bedroom under the bed against the wall until mum came and insisted I socialise; she spent a lot of time on the floor during those first few weeks!

It took a while to get used to living here well it was actually 6 weeks to be precise and I remember this well.  Mum was in the front room on the telephone to Aunty Gertrud, I couldn’t believe my ears - they were talking about bringing home another orphan and this time a BOY!  I was devastated, wasn’t I enough?! I decide to throw a tuna into the mix and for the first time in 6 weeks I sat next to Dad; no-one told me to, I was secretly hoping it wasn’t too late for mum to change her mind!

 

Click here to see Blot’s old blog.