So how did I spend my birthday yesterday? Mostly getting soaked through to the skin marching along the sea front in order to try and save the Blue Cross centre here in Felixstowe which is threatened with closure. Something to do with the charity wanting to concentrate resources elsewhere and the current site not being suitable for expansion.
As we got our cats from there (Barney RIP and Tawny very much still with us) we felt duty-bound to show our support along with 300 or so others. There is a real feeling in the local press that this shouldn't be allowed to happen, and I hope all the efforts people are going to (not just this one small demonstration) make the decision makers see what a valuable resource our centre is. They may not be able to get bigger, but they do a great job locally and it would be a real shame to lose it.
Oh, we went out for a lovely meal in the evening after drying out again and I got lots of nice presents as well!
Showing posts with label Tawny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tawny. Show all posts
Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday, September 07, 2009
'Orrible Grizzly Murder
So we came home one day last week to find the living room full of flies. A little searching found a mouldering bird under the sofa. No need to guess as to the culprit, as this was the second little brown job that Tawny had brought in in a week or so.
The question is, why has she suddenly taken up hunting again after a break of at least seven years?
When we first got her (and late lamented brother Barney) she was a regular hunter, bringing in mice, shrews, voles, frogs and, er, twigs and stems. We didn't mind the twigs (although how she got them through the cat flap remains a mystery) - some of them even had flowers attached, but as the wildlife was generally still alive and kicking it tended to enliven the day somewhat more than necessary. And we had to start keeping her in at night after being forced to dismantle our bed at 3am on several occasions to remove presents.
So when she seemed to give up all that stalking for a sedentary life we were a tad relieved all told. And now she seems to have been bitten by teh bug again. Nice to know she's still got the moves (after all, she is pushing 14 years now) but I really don't need any corpses under the furniture.
The question is, why has she suddenly taken up hunting again after a break of at least seven years?
When we first got her (and late lamented brother Barney) she was a regular hunter, bringing in mice, shrews, voles, frogs and, er, twigs and stems. We didn't mind the twigs (although how she got them through the cat flap remains a mystery) - some of them even had flowers attached, but as the wildlife was generally still alive and kicking it tended to enliven the day somewhat more than necessary. And we had to start keeping her in at night after being forced to dismantle our bed at 3am on several occasions to remove presents.
So when she seemed to give up all that stalking for a sedentary life we were a tad relieved all told. And now she seems to have been bitten by teh bug again. Nice to know she's still got the moves (after all, she is pushing 14 years now) but I really don't need any corpses under the furniture.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Random updates
Just some bits that need to get out of my head...
So the BBC Springwatch is nearly over for another year (just some round up shows and the web stuff). I have really enjoyed watching it this year. Lots of wonderful shots of nature at its best. And even better, Tawny has watched it too. I've never known her take an interest in the TV before, but she has paid close attention, tried to grab at the birds on screen and generally sat right in front of the telly every night. Almost as interesting to watch her as the show.
Apart from the occasional torrential downpour and thunder storm, the weather seems to be finally picking up now, which is nice. Unfortunately it also means the start of the really unsuitable clothes season in Ipswich. While we seem to see someone wearing shorts whenever we go out, whatever time of year, the legs of the world are now coming out to play. And some of them really ought not. Never mind the expansive bellys and other bits and bobs that get revealed to all and sundry by summer clothes. I know I am no oil painting and could lose a pound or two, but I do try to keep the unsightly bits hidden away. Do these people not have mirrors? I'll admit that some of the ladies do suit the summer, but for the majority - put it away, please!
Still, the weather has meant I've been able to get out and about with some walking. Over the last seven days I've managed 69,392 steps - which is a whisker over 9916 per day so almost at the magic 10,000. OK, so those seven include two under 7k and two over 13k but on average things are looking up. The four week rolling average is now at 7865 and the overall has reached 7088 (grand total up to today of 744,247). I might have to start doing some other exercise as well soon in order to start the arduous task of shrinking my stomach. Maybe I'll even eat better one of these years as well...
And finally for today, why do people insist on pushing buttons that are already pushed? Pedestrian crossings, lifts - the button to cross or for the ground floor is already pushed and lit up, yet new comers still insist on giving it another push. It won't speed things up! SIlly fools.
So the BBC Springwatch is nearly over for another year (just some round up shows and the web stuff). I have really enjoyed watching it this year. Lots of wonderful shots of nature at its best. And even better, Tawny has watched it too. I've never known her take an interest in the TV before, but she has paid close attention, tried to grab at the birds on screen and generally sat right in front of the telly every night. Almost as interesting to watch her as the show.
Apart from the occasional torrential downpour and thunder storm, the weather seems to be finally picking up now, which is nice. Unfortunately it also means the start of the really unsuitable clothes season in Ipswich. While we seem to see someone wearing shorts whenever we go out, whatever time of year, the legs of the world are now coming out to play. And some of them really ought not. Never mind the expansive bellys and other bits and bobs that get revealed to all and sundry by summer clothes. I know I am no oil painting and could lose a pound or two, but I do try to keep the unsightly bits hidden away. Do these people not have mirrors? I'll admit that some of the ladies do suit the summer, but for the majority - put it away, please!
Still, the weather has meant I've been able to get out and about with some walking. Over the last seven days I've managed 69,392 steps - which is a whisker over 9916 per day so almost at the magic 10,000. OK, so those seven include two under 7k and two over 13k but on average things are looking up. The four week rolling average is now at 7865 and the overall has reached 7088 (grand total up to today of 744,247). I might have to start doing some other exercise as well soon in order to start the arduous task of shrinking my stomach. Maybe I'll even eat better one of these years as well...
And finally for today, why do people insist on pushing buttons that are already pushed? Pedestrian crossings, lifts - the button to cross or for the ground floor is already pushed and lit up, yet new comers still insist on giving it another push. It won't speed things up! SIlly fools.
Friday, June 05, 2009
That nasty vet...
Had to take our Tawny for her annual booster today. She absolutely hates going to the vet and yet they never have anything but praise for her. A struggle to get her in the basket, and then she cries the entire way there (and back again) but is as meek as anything when on the table.
She must be at least 13 years old now (we've had her for 12, and they thought she was a year or so when we got her and brother Barney RIP) and doesn't exactly get much exercise any more but is apparently in great shape for her age. Which was nice to hear. I dread the day when we have to say farewell as I can't imagine life without her around, even if she does get the claws out too often!
She must be at least 13 years old now (we've had her for 12, and they thought she was a year or so when we got her and brother Barney RIP) and doesn't exactly get much exercise any more but is apparently in great shape for her age. Which was nice to hear. I dread the day when we have to say farewell as I can't imagine life without her around, even if she does get the claws out too often!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
In the way
I was going to write something deep and meaningful tonight, but I'm just getting too much "help" from tawny here.
Another time maybe.
Wednesday, February 06, 2002
Hello to you, thanks for dropping by. This is only the first post so nothing really to say that isn't covered in the intro text (which I hope is elsewhere).
Not sure how often this is going to get updated, but please keep checking. You never know, I might even write something interesting one day.
Anyway, some background to get you going: My name is Simon, I work for Suffolk County Council in Ipswich, UK and live down the road in Felixstowe. Married, no kids, 1 cat, nice house, horrible mortgage.
Likes & Dislikes will follow in subsequent entries.
Not sure how often this is going to get updated, but please keep checking. You never know, I might even write something interesting one day.
Anyway, some background to get you going: My name is Simon, I work for Suffolk County Council in Ipswich, UK and live down the road in Felixstowe. Married, no kids, 1 cat, nice house, horrible mortgage.
Likes & Dislikes will follow in subsequent entries.
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