Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Discoverinks - the back garden

We've begun taking the little critters out everyday to check out the surrounds.


I use a harness to which I attach one of those retractable dog walking thingies - but I only have 1. So they can only go out one at a time. The other will sit inside peering sadly out the windows at us.


I'm taking them up the driveway, and around the house. Hopefully getting them used to home and where the escape routes are if they ever need one!


You'll never get fit walking a cat. They have to stop and sniff everything. EVERYTHING. EVERY DAMNED SQUARE INCH OF EVERYTHING.

See how I share this joy with you: 


Ken couldn't be bothered. He put Snorfs on the string and tied him to a post then went off to do some weeding. Snorfs entertained himself for about an hour.


All went well until Snorfy got himself tangled around a pot plant


We came inside after that and little kittens had a big sleep


The Snorfmeister was particularly tired out





Monday, 27 August 2012

Snorfy's big adventure!

Snorfy. The babe we called "Snorfy"


and he grew ...... grew, grew and grew .....

.... grew up to be,

 .... yes he grew up to be .....



...a boy called Snorfy....a boy called Snorfy.

He has ears, and legs and paws and feet, this boy .... whose name is Snorfy.



and he grew .....


... grew, grew and grew .... grew up to be ...


yes, he grew up to be.....


 ..... a teenager called Snorfy. A teenager called Snorfy.

and his face became grotty. Yes, his face became grotty.



and his sniff dropped down low


and things started to grow



on young Snorfy, and so .....

..... he was "done" and now's known .....



... as not a boy named Snorfy. Not a boy named Snorfy


This cat called Snorfy!!

(He'll sleep it off)


Sunday, 26 August 2012

Cats in Trees

Poor kittens!

I have been very busy with work over the past few weeks and they have been forced to entertain themselves.

The cat tree cops the brunt of any pent up energy and you can see they certainly are giving the poor thing a workout.
They hide in it, climb in it, sit on top of it. They scratch it, pull bits off it and of course it is excellent for hiding when playing chasinks.


Snorfy the Blender Pet.


And one of my favourite photos - the disembodied kittehs having a snoozy time

begging for a snarky caption
Here's a good example of how much Mei Mei loves the cat tree - and it shows how hard a time they give this thing. Oh - and it shows Snorfy's desire to be part of the action.

Saturday, 4 August 2012

Discoverinks - The Dishwasher

These are kittehs after my own heart


We all LOVE the dishwasher!


Everytime I open the door it is the promise of magical things!


To sedate those with hygiene and safety qualms, my dishwasher does not have an open watertrap lying in the bottom .... 
 


... nor an exposed heating element. Everything is sealed and smooth stainless steel. Nor do they get access to the powder, and as I have to open the door (which is an action that brings them running) I can control all access.

That dishwasher celebrates 10 years of fabulous service this year. Maybe I should have a party?! Dishwashers are GREAT!


Bonus happy shot - Little Girlie having a snooze



Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Introducing Henry a.k.a Snorfy

The Ken Man has been travelling for several weeks and we have not had the chance to discuss names properly. He came home on the weekend and immediately found his breakfast bowl under attack. The name "Snorfy" seems so appropriate.


This chap seems to be willing to try anything

Mr Snorfles has a go at chili with cabbage
He has grown 50% in weight since arriving. Was 1.2 Kg - Now 1.8Kg

Snorfmeister comes after my french toast - so does little girlie for that matter
He is the labrador of the cat world. Anything on the floor gets taken. Tough luck for bugs.

Sir Snorfsalot has a penchant for chocolate cake
Snorflicious went for The Ken Man's homemade choc chip cookies
Everything chocolate has to be rescued from the snorfleburgler
The worst moment came yesterday - I decided to have steak for dinner. Worst. Decision. Ever.


 It was two against one in the battle for my dinner.


Uncontrollable little marauders. Tonight's dinner was eaten on the kitchen benchtop - standing up - where they cannot jump.

As I write this, I hear him licking his bowl clean. Snorfy is a really appropriate name for this little man.


OMG!! I am NOT eating!

I'll still call him Henry when The Ken Man is not around.





Saturday, 21 July 2012

Milestone! Climbing to the top of the cat tree

The munchkins have conquored cat tree climbing


They'll sit in the sun and little girlie is mesmorised by the birds outside.


Little man doesn't seem to notice or care. He's just sitting there with his happy little kitten thoughts


Which are probably something like: Hey Lady! Is it breakfast time now?


Which was enough to finally distract her from her important bird twitching tasks


Of course the obvious thing to do next is to wrestle to the floor.


End of polite posing for today.

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

It's my feather wand

I found it
 

I killed it



It's mine

and I'm taking it to my lair.