Poor Boyfriend

He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night, and
when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed under the
kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I woke
up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to the bathroom.
It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet is
frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got into
his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he went out for
a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. It was at least -16C. What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my glass
lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. This is where he used to sleep
when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.

Tweed

"Christina Websell" wrote in
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He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night,
and when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed
under the kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I
woke up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to
the bathroom. It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet
is frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got
into his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he
went out for a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. It was at least -16C. What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my
glass lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. This is where he
used to sleep when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.

Tweed

Years ago we learned to do a head count, and not assume, before going out
or going to bed. It was a good thing, because one day we found one of the
cats between the two front doors. He never made a peep while he was stuck
in there, poor guy. On a hot day, he would have died.

Bobble

"Bobble" wrote in message
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"Christina Websell" wrote in
:

He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night,
and when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed
under the kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I
woke up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to
the bathroom. It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet
is frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got
into his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he
went out for a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. It was at least -16C. What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my
glass lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. This is where he
used to sleep when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.

Tweed

Years ago we learned to do a head count, and not assume, before going out
or going to bed. It was a good thing, because one day we found one of the
cats between the two front doors. He never made a peep while he was stuck
in there, poor guy. On a hot day, he would have died.

I feel terrible about it. Luckily as he's allowed out he's developed a big
winter coat and he is fine. Not pleased for sure and the fact that he never
moved from in front of the fire for hours today made me feel even worse.
Like "I nearly froze overnight and you left me out" It was an accident. I
love him and would never have left him out deliberately. I thought he was
in.

On Tue, 21 Dec 2010 22:15:03 +0000 (UTC), Bobble
wrote:


He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night,
and when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed
under the kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I
woke up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to
the bathroom. It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet
is frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got
into his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he
went out for a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. It was at least -16C. What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my
glass lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. This is where he
used to sleep when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.

Tweed

Years ago we learned to do a head count, and not assume, before going out
or going to bed. It was a good thing, because one day we found one of the
cats between the two front doors. He never made a peep while he was stuck
in there, poor guy. On a hot day, he would have died.

Bobble

I always do a headcount when leaving or if I have not seen them all
for a while!! I feel better when I know they are all accounted for!!

Christina Websell wrote:
He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night, and
when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed under the
kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I woke
up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to the bathroom.
It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet is
frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got into
his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he went out for
a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. It was at least -16C. What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my glass
lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. This is where he used to sleep
when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.

Tweed






Poor thing! It's a good job he's a healthy cat and can quite easily cope.

--
Adrian (Owned by Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

On Tue, 21 Dec 2010 22:47:19 -0000, "Christina Websell"
wrote:


"Bobble" wrote in message
...
"Christina Websell" wrote in
:

He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night,
and when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed
under the kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I
woke up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to
the bathroom. It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet
is frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got
into his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he
went out for a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. It was at least -16C. What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my
glass lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. This is where he
used to sleep when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.

Tweed

Years ago we learned to do a head count, and not assume, before going out
or going to bed. It was a good thing, because one day we found one of the
cats between the two front doors. He never made a peep while he was stuck
in there, poor guy. On a hot day, he would have died.

I feel terrible about it. Luckily as he's allowed out he's developed a big
winter coat and he is fine. Not pleased for sure and the fact that he never
moved from in front of the fire for hours today made me feel even worse.
Like "I nearly froze overnight and you left me out" It was an accident. I
love him and would never have left him out deliberately. I thought he was
in.





It's really impossible to always know where they are. I do have a
tracking device on their collars, but first you need to know that one
is missing. The worst time for me is the 4 AM feeding when only three
show up. Then I need to figure out where the missing one is and that
usually wakes me too much to quickly get back to sleep.

I have a small vestibule between the front door and the interior door,
and mostly I don't let the cats in there because it acts like an
airlock to keep them from running out the front. That has not kept one
or another of them from spending the night there when they snuck
behind me and I didn't notice. That usually results in the shredding
of any mail or newspaper that happens to be lying there.

"Adrian" wrote in message
om...
Christina Websell wrote:
He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night, and
when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed under
the kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I
woke up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to the
bathroom.
It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet is
frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got into
his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he went out
for a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. It was at least -16C. What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my
glass lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. This is where he used
to sleep when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.


Poor thing! It's a good job he's a healthy cat and can quite easily cope.

Yes. I'm ashamed enough by now, Adrian.
I thought he was in.
He's just such a poor thing, isn't he?
It's his dream world here and getting shut out accidently once is not a
disaster for him.
Tweed

On Dec 21, 11:42*am, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night, and
when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed under the
kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I woke
up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to the bathroom.
It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet is
frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got into
his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he went out for
a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. *It was at least -16C. *What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my glass
lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. *This is where he used to sleep
when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. *So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.

Tweed

Ah well, he had enough sense to find the warmest spot available, and
appears not to have taken permanent harm from it. He COULD have stood
outside your door and made a ruckus to get your attention.... but he
didn't! I'd say, don't beat yourself up too much, Tweed. Boyfie knows
he's loved!

Dmitri has become quite the escape artist in his adolescence. I've had
to resort to the squirt bottle to discourage him from bolting when I'm
leaving for work. He hates water and behaves as if I've just spritzed
him with sulphuric acid whenever I squirt him. Now Mean Meowmie has
turned the whole SKY into a huge squirt bottle and is Dmitri ever
cross with me about it!

Melissa

"Shiral" wrote in message
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On Dec 21, 11:42 am, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night, and
when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed under the
kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I woke
up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to the
bathroom.
It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet is
frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got into
his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he went out
for
a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. It was at least -16C. What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my glass
lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. This is where he used to sleep
when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.

Tweed

Ah well, he had enough sense to find the warmest spot available, and
appears not to have taken permanent harm from it. He COULD have stood
outside your door and made a ruckus to get your attention.... but he
didn't!

------
Maybe he did. My bedroom is at the front of the house and the door he would
have been waiting at is at the back. I wouldn't have heard him.

I'd say, don't beat yourself up too much, Tweed. Boyfie knows
he's loved!

I just felt so bad, you know. It's so horribly cold here atm. He's fine,
on the settee now, curled up asleep.

Dmitri has become quite the escape artist in his adolescence. I've had
to resort to the squirt bottle to discourage him from bolting when I'm
leaving for work. He hates water and behaves as if I've just spritzed
him with sulphuric acid whenever I squirt him. Now Mean Meowmie has
turned the whole SKY into a huge squirt bottle and is Dmitri ever
cross with me about it!

It must be difficult to try and keep a cat in when it's not safe for them to
go out.
Luckily, it's safe here. Boyfie goes out, and maybe that's why he's grown
his thick fur coat.
It's a bit too cold now for me to want him outside for long. Despite using
his special "leaves and earth" litterbox twice, he prefers to march outside
into the snow and find a place. Somehow he thinks "real cats don't do
litterboxes."
It's not like he was a feral. I could have understood that then. He was
purely lost with a very expensive collar on his neck.
Shame his owners hadn't thought about neutering him so he didn't wander too
far.

Their loss. My gain. He's microchipped to me now. He loves me, that took
ages, and I love him.

Tweed







Melissa

On Dec 23, 2:18*pm, "Christina Websell"
wrote:
"Shiral" wrote in message

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On Dec 21, 11:42 am, "Christina Websell"



wrote:
He must have slipped outside when I fetched some wood in last night, and
when I went to bed I was confident that he was asleep in his bed under the
kitchen table near the gas fire.
I wondered why he was not outside my bedroom door this morning when I woke
up - and even more worried when he wasn't there when I went to the
bathroom.
It's essential for him to accompany me there.
He was locked out all night in such cold temperatures that my toilet is
frozen up.
He came in with his little prrrp of greeting, ate his breakfast, got into
his bed by the kitchen fire and never moved until 3 pm when he went out
for
a wee, came back and had a snack.
I feel terrible. It was at least -16C. What sort of meowmie am I?
Luckily he has a big fur winter coat on and he spent the night in my glass
lean-to thing which I call a conservatory. This is where he used to sleep
when he was lost.
He used to bolt from there every time I opened my kitchen door. So I
suppose he'll forgive me for his deja vue.

Tweed

Ah well, he had enough sense to find the warmest spot available, and
appears not to have taken permanent harm from it. *He COULD have stood
outside your door and made a ruckus to get your attention.... but he
didn't!

------
Maybe he did. *My bedroom is at the front of the house and the door he would
have been waiting at is at the back. *I wouldn't have heard him.

* I'd say, don't beat yourself up too much, Tweed. Boyfie knows

he's loved!

I just felt so bad, you know. *It's so horribly cold here atm. *He's fine,
on the settee now, curled up asleep.

Dmitri has become quite the escape artist in his adolescence. I've had

to resort to the squirt bottle to discourage him from bolting when I'm
leaving for work. *He hates water and behaves as if I've just spritzed
him with sulphuric acid whenever I squirt him. *Now Mean Meowmie has

turned the whole SKY into a huge squirt bottle and * *is *Dmitri ever
cross with me about it!

It must be difficult to try and keep a cat in when it's not safe for them to
go out.
Luckily, it's safe here. *Boyfie goes out, and maybe that's why he's grown
his thick fur coat.
It's a bit too cold now for me to want him outside for long. *Despite using
his special "leaves and earth" litterbox twice, he prefers to march outside
into the snow and find a place. *Somehow he thinks "real cats don't do
litterboxes."
It's not like he was a feral. *I could have understood that then. *He was
purely lost with a very expensive collar on his neck.
Shame his owners hadn't thought about neutering him so he didn't wander too
far.

My mother's cat was like that. He had to go out in the rain or snow
to
do his business. He was not feral as he had a slave since he was born.
He got into fights with neighbourhood cats and had to go to TED for
his
wounds. But he just refused to stay indoor. The he disappeared
without
a trace.

Their loss. *My gain. *He's microchipped to me now. *He loves me, that took
ages, and I love him.

Tweed

Melissa