My smallest furry, Little Jet-Black, who lives in a constant state of surprise
I have a number of problems responding to this prompt – 32 to be precise. To arrive at that number I had to run a census on the current dog, cat and fish population of Baskerville Manor (my rather grand title for the family homestead where I presently serve as chief bottle-washer to my ever-growing pet population).
Pets of the furry variety have each got their own blog which can be found listed under “Welcome to Baskerville Manor” on my menu. My sanity is grateful that I have drawn the line at blogging for furries and have not progressed to individual sites for the residents of my 6 aquariums and 4 nano tanks. Even with that limitation, it was quite hard to decide who of my fab fuzzy five should feature as my guest fur-blogger.
Anyhow, because he’s one of the latest arrivals, and he hasn’t had much opportunity lately to keep his own blog up to date, I’ve nominated Little Jet-Black to describe my glorified kennel. He’s only a little guy, so be nice to him…
I moved into my new home last with my brother Mr Kit-Kat last October. The move came as quite a surprise to me, especially when I found that there were three HUGE dogs in residence already. The week we moved in there was another one staying there while his guardians were on holiday. It was pretty daunting, let me tell you.
The first night we stayed in a place called “attic” which was away from The Dogz, and that suited me very well. There were all sorts of interesting things to check, and even better, there were mice to hunt down. This place was supposed to be our home base so the human left lots of toys and plants that we like to make us feel at home.
In attic there are all sorts of strange-looking things that the human refers to as gym equipment. They are just brilliant for climbing, swinging and jumping. There are boxes to hide in and wicker crates to perch on. They do pretty well as scratching posts too.
However, we are cats, so the very next night, when everybody else was asleep, we snuck around the house to see what we could see. There were several different rooms to check. We especially like that if we go into the cupboard in the utility room, we can sneak through a hole at the back and come out under the stairs – it’s really convenient.
During our explorations, we found a place that we prefer to “attic” – it’s called “guest room”. There is a king-size bed and an ensuite bathroom, and a commanding view of the street outside, so we appropriated it. The human took it quite well, and even erected a thing called “baby gate” so we could have some privacy from The Dogz.
In the hallways there are sparkly things that tinkle hanging from the ceilings – I learned they are called “wind-chimes” – I’m going to figure out some way to catch one of them, I swear.
According to the human, for our own safety, we get room service instead of dining in the kitchen with the wuff-waff, which is quite nice. In the evenings, when the human comes home from work, we each have a shelf on either side of the fireplace where we can relax and give the feline finger to our canine housemates. For our entertainment, she had pre-installed these glass box things full of water with bright coloured creatures that dart around inside them. This gives us hours of fascinated contemplation, and we often get so hypnotised by these things that we have to take a snooze on top of them.
Out back there is a large garden that is pretty much a big soggy jungle at the moment. There are lots of shrubs and trees, and sheds and green-houses we can explore, although the human doesn’t want us to go into the shed where something called “robins” nest, so that door is mostly closed. But spring is coming, and that lawn mower is going to have to come out sooner or later. We can wait. In the mean time, we play Angry Birds to keep sharp.
At night it is getting a little boring as the mice seem to have left, I have no idea why, we were having such fun with them. Now we are working on how to open up those glass boxes to get those coloured things. So far no success, but the human can’t watch us 24-7, and we are very enterprising felines.
We are clearly VIPs here – two of The Dogz give us the utmost respect and every time the third one tries to chase us, the human tells her off. The human also provides rides on her shoulder to help us avoid the recalcitrant canine – as if we need help to outwit a mutt!.
All in all, I’m glad we moved in. I’ll have to sign off now because Mr Kit-Kat has just beaten my Angry Birds high score – can’t let him away with that.
Duby the Shitzu is a regular guest at Baskerville Manor. Whenever he visits, he likes to hang around with Izzy. Height-wise, he is about knee-high to Izzy when he is standing on his tiptoes. When they both have their full coat and he is tucked up beside her, he practically disappears into the background of her luxurious tresses.
Typically of his breed, he is quite the little Napoleon and does not seem to realise exactly how diminutive he is compared to the full-time residents of Baskerville Manor. Poor Shiloh gets quite fed up when Duby stands his ground instead of moving politely out of the way, because the big guy simply sees him as a tripping hazard.
While Izzy is a very sweet-natured lady, with seemingly endless patience, Duby’s been known to demand that she back off from her dinner. He does this by standing right in front of her as she is dining, and barking at her with his tiny head practically inside her mouth. Anybody who has an Old English Sheepdog in their life will know that they have an impressive voice, and Izzy is no exception. On one occasion, it all got too much, so she drew back, took a deep breath and let out a deep, powerful, basso bark that could have done duty as a foghorn. The force of it was such that Duby’s ears blew backwards and he sat down with shock. Still barking, of course.
Ooo yeay! Another challenge to add to the list. This is another one from Cee’s Photography – she is just full of ideas and her blog is just chock full of things and stuff- I love things and stuff
So, this one is about getting to know people. Cee poses four simple questions every week, and we just have to answer them. The questions this week are:
In what do you find the simplest of joys?
In what do you find the simplest of joys?
My pets. Three dogs, Chloe, a 14 year old Collie cross, Izzy an approximately 11 year old Old English Sheepdog, and Shiloh, an economy sized Golden Labrador aged about 10. I’ve also got a range of fish, and last October, two cats, Mr Kit-Kat, a very formal, polite tuxedo boy and Little Jet-Black, a giddy little black chap, moved in. Actually, Little Jet-Black is not actually black at all, more a very, very, very, extremely dark tabby, but that’s the name he arrived with and he is confused enough already, so the name stays.
I get endless fun watching the interactions between them all. Every one of them has their own, very distinct, personality traits. I’ve been working hard to get them all to live in peace together and so far we have detente between four out of five of them – Chloe is a stubborn old lady who just wants to chase a cat – any cat. But she is beginning to realise that it’s quite exhausting charging round the house every time one of the felines moves into her eyeline and she is an old lady so I’m confident that I will see the day when they all snooze happily in the same room. So far, the fish are all intact, but I think both cats have sore necks from watching them.
Jello or Pudding? And what is your favorite flavor?
There is a little bit of cultural confusion in this question! It hurt typing it out because I write English English, and Cee writes American English. But it is her question so favourite and flavour will have to wait a minute. There is another slight cultural conflict here, I know that Jello is what I would call jelly, and that Cee would call jelly jam, but I’m not sure what defines pudding in America. For me, pudding is generally something we have at Christmas, made with a variety of fruit, Guinness, whiskey (called whisky in Scotland!), flour, eggs and beef suet. It can also be a confection made with rice or sago, cream and sugar. Or egg-whites, apples and sponge cake mix. Or sponge cake and treacle. There are probably zillions of pudding types (at least a whole lot of types!). The English often call dessert pudding – o my word, this is getting very complicated!
But to get to the point, I prefer the pudding types I described to jelly/jello, but if I have jelly/jello, I like rasberry flavor/flavour best.
Is there a language you would like to learn?
Over the years I have studied French, Spanish, Italian and German. One of my regrets about my education is that Latin was taken off the required curriculum just before I made it into secondary school – as this is the root language of all the Romance languages, it would have made it so much easier to learn any of them.
Do you prefer juice or fruit?
Juice, every time. Especially if there is mango in it.
This is a hard one. Yes, I know how to do a certain number of things well (don’t we all) but what, among those things, would be of interest to my fellow citizens of the blogosphere?
Would anybody like to learn how to knit? Make an Access 2007 database? Spoil dogs? Develop a skill for proscratination? Make spaghetti carbonara in the Venetian style? (My friend from Venice told me the Venetian style is different and superior from any other. Well, he would, wouldn’t he? It’s the way his mama makes it.)
There are so many people out there, so many interests, what, if anything, do they all have in common? Blogging, right? So today, although I can’t claim that I know everything there is to know about blogging, I will share something I learned this month while engaging various challenges. That something is, if you include a picture with a cute animal in it, you are going to get a whole lot of likes! I knew already from all those who are wise in the lore of blogging that no blog post is complete without a picture that draws the eye. I think this story proves the case.
While working through the Zero to Hero lessons every day, I kept an eye on my blog stats, and sure enough, every time I posted with a nice picture, the views and the likes went up. I’ve used different types of pictures, but without even counting the responses from visitors, I was sure that if I looked into the numbers, the top rated posts would be the ones with pictures of my pets. I did wonder whether the dogs or the cats would be more popular, and I got my answer today when WordPress kindly gave me notice that I had reached an all-time record for my blog of 36 likes in one day.
Allowing for time differences, although I got the message today, I think the likes counted were for posts I made yesterday. What did I do yesterday? I posted two pictures of members of my fluffy family. I saw the message mid-afternoon, and, feeling the need for more love, I added a short post about this – 36 Likes in One Day. Almost immediately, I got a really encouraging message from Michelle W at King of States, and another 4 likes to add to the pot for today, so I am feeling very loved, thank you all for your kindness!
Checking the stats for yesterday I found the most popular post was Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition, featuring my very serious, formal, kitty friend – Mr Kit-Kat, observing some nervous fish. This beat my post Michelle’s Weekly Pet Challenge – Shiloh’s Snack , featuring my gorgeous large labrador Shiloh eyeing some rice-cakes, by a whopping 75%. Does this mean that cat pictures are more popular than dog pictures? Is it because rice-cakes are not that appetising? I’m not sure yet, so I’m throwing this out to you. Honest, modest, Shiloh is waiting anxiously by my side, hoping he hasn’t been overlooked in the rush to admire the glamorous Mr Kit-Kat. Mr Kit-Kat, on the other hand, is snoozing complacently in his little bed, pending room service being delivered by his human staff.
Lesson for today: Don’t forget, a good, well-composed picture that suits the topic will bring you even more kudos.
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