The Sphynx Cat

What a beauty…and friendly too

A very lively, playful, and intelligent breed. They are extremely friendly and outgoing and are always in the mood to cuddle.

Part monkey, child, and dog is probably the best way to describe them. They are not timid and aloof, as some cats can be. Sphynx cats are not a one-person cat as they are sure to get along with every member of the family.

Always up to mischief a new Sphynx cat would liven up any household. Because of their extremely affectionate nature, they do best in homes with other pets, be they cats dogs or humans.

Beloved Tigger

Tigger. Having a rest after putting the washing out.
This is Tigger a much beloved pet who had to put up with the trials of a large family life. She was wise though and used to avoid the children of the house and their friends and would position herself in the garden in a place where she could make a quick getaway through the rickety old fence if she spotted an over friendly child coming to find her. Tigger had beautiful long black fur and bright green eyes and she was extremely pretty. She had a home in the shed at night as she was not allowed to wander off like other neighbourhood cats. She seemed to accept this with good grace and slept on the windowsill, probably watching all the nocturnal creatures outside.

Bye bye January…

Hi Reader…. well, when I left off last time my story ended in floods of tears, not mine of course but those of my kind nurse owner who took me to the cat protection league. Now I don’t know why she was crying ’cause I had a whale of a time in there, met a load of new friends and had a few fun fights (with the odd bitten ear and broken claw, that sort of thing) but nothing a stocky cat like me couldn’t handle.
Moggy Norman
My new garden
Anyway all the scuffles and fighting got me a reputation as being a bit of a tough nut (to crack) and all that. Remember this was a long time before someone tagged me stormin’! and the ladies at the league starting telling people (you know those that were in there to pick up a new pet) that I was not a suitable cat to be housed with other pets or young children. Talk about give a cat a bad name!… most people took this (wrong) advice and just walked by my pen never giving me a second look. But my luck was about to change. I don’t know how many months rolled by but I was well settled in the place (and settled in my basket too after a lovely fishy meal) when this couple stood at the plastic door and started perusing me… but no, next minute they were gone, looking at Henry across the way they were. If you think I’m stocky you should have seen Henry (some big cat he was)…but no again, they came back over to me and later asked the lady to open the pen so they could take a closer look. Well I was comfy there and could see what was coming so as soon as she touched my back to pick me up a gave her such a clout. Not full claws though but enough to ward her off. It didn’t work and I was well miffed when she brought me out into the cold corridor…and well it was love at first sight… “cracked it” I thought…I was soon on my way home under the storm clouds with my new proud owners…..and had I landed on my feet this time ..you bet I had.. See you next month.. Norm…. (now ed what picture are you going to dig out for this update, it’d better be a good one). Here y’are Norm. It’s one of you looking pretty dapper in the garden

The Gingerbread Cat

Gingerbread was our beloved Ginger moggy whose main hobbies were sleeping and being given copious amounts of fuss. Gingerbread came from the Cat Protection League with a warning that he was not to be placed with other cats or children. However he turned into a big softie who tolerated children well. Unfortunately, he didn’t always tolerate other cats in the neighbourhood and was very territorial.
Gingerbread Asleep
Ah, Peace at last
Mornings found Gingerbread walking around the perimeters of the garden like a security guard, albeit a strange one, marking out his patch on selected bushes and posts. A stranger in the garden would mean action stations and Ginger’s would give as good as he got! After the scrap or skirmish (and is the other mog didn’t back down) he would arrive at the door licking his paw and wiping his mauled face or back end. Consequently Gingerbread cost us a fortune in vets bills to treat these post-fight injuries.

As to recouping, Ginger’s would sleep for hours (like most cat’s I guess) saving his energy for the battle to be. But when he curled up on you (just like in the photo) it was all worth it! Goodbye our faithful and happy friend.