Cat news

Betty and Sophie have been with us for over two months now. Betty has just about healed from all the flea bite scabs that covered her poor little body when we collected her from the rescue centre so that's good but they do both have some very odd ways. 

Betty has so far refused to join us in the living room. She is happy to go into the garden, dining room and conservatory but she is acting as if the rest of the house is out of bounds. It's a great shame because she runs full pelt to join us if she sees us sitting in the garden or conservatory. She loves the company and yet she has this self-imposed isolation when we are in the rest of the house.

Sophie also has a few odd quirks. She refuses to eat anything other than dried food. I've never had a cat who won't even eat a piece of cooked salmon or chicken and she panics if we go to pick her up, even though she loves having her ears and tummy tickled and her panic levels soar if anyone visits. Hopefully she'll grow to trust us given time. She spends most days sleeping in an unidentified part of the garden - we've yet to discover her hidey-hole. We only know that when we search for her she emerges from somewhere near the house - a proper little Mrs Mistoffelees.

These cats have history and the sad thing is that I'll never know what happened in their lives before they came to us. (They're both seven years old.) One thing is for sure, they're loving their new garden and I think they're starting to realise that they've well and truly landed on their paws.

Sophie is the patterned puss.
Betty is the one in the black suit and white tie.

Warning: This post rambles...

A few days ago I spent a number of hours writing a blog post, checking it and viewing it on Preview to make sure it looked presentable. I then had an odd feeling... a kind of deja vu. I did a search on the title, Onion, and realised that I had produced an almost identical post two years ago. I have put this down to the general confusion of multiple lockdowns and Covid anxiety. It has nothing to do with getting older, nothing!! I just did a bit of a Google search and found a mental health site that said I need to do a variety of activities including new activities in order to keep my brain healthy - groan.

On the subject of getting older, and while writing the above-mentioned duplicated blog post, I started to think about my Dad and his electrical prowess. In the early 1960s the only way to listen to music at home -  apart from on the wireless which is what we now call the radio - was to play records on the record player. Records were fragile. The really old 78 rpm records were heavy and would smash if dropped. They could also be heated up and turned into fruit bowls if we got bored with the song! The light-weight vinyl 45 and 33 rpm ones got easily scratched which meant all our songs had a background of clicks and so Dad made us a reel-to-reel tape recorder. He made it from a kit and it worked perfectly. Now we could borrow records and record them. We could also record music from the wireless but that was illegal so I'm not going to mention it here!! No one else I knew had a tape recorder. We were lucky.

It wasn't long before those tiny cassettes took over but the cassette players used to chew them up and then CDs appeared with pure sound and no clicks or chewing ups. Today we can listen to any song we like with online streaming. I would have loved that as a teenager.

In order to take seriously the suggestion from the above-mentioned mental health site I have just gone into the garden and taken some nature photographs. Here is a rose. You can even see a rain droplet on it. Isn't it beautiful! 

Nature's Closing Down

I received an email today from the RSPB (Royal Society for the Protection of Birds). I receive a lot of unsolicited emails and usually scarcely acknowledge the content before moving it to Trash but this one caught my eye. In large letters on a mock shop sign it said:

Nature's closing down

There's a lot of information on the internet about the climate crises and I'm afraid I am becoming quite blasé about it all but this touched a nerve. It says that the natural world we are living in is dying and points out that we have lost nearly 38 million birds in the last 50 years. It says that life as we know it could disappear within the decade because nature is closing down.

I don't want that to happen but I don't know what I can do about it other than sign their petition, which I have done. If you would like to sign the petition then please follow this link:

RSPB Information and Petition

On second thoughts there must be more that I can do so I've drawn up a list. Send me a smiley face either here or on Twitter @RosalindAdam if you already do, or are planning to do, any of the following:

• Recycle and don't throw things away if possible. (We have a recycling bin and I feel quite righteous when I fill it up.)  😀
• See if there are community groups cleaning up parks etc and volunteer to help. (I may not do this due to arthritis etc.)  😀
• Don't waste water (I always turn off the tap while cleaning my teeth and that's a start!)  😀
• Don't buy disposable items and try to avoid plastics where possible. (We now have milk delivered in glass bottles and we put out the empties like in the olden days.)  😀
• Keep reminding each other to do the above.  😇

Have I missed anything out? I was going to add 'plant a tree' but our garden has all the trees it can cope with and our local park has lots of new trees recently planted so I think that locally we are succeeding in that respect.

Wouldn't it be awful if nature starts to close down over the next decade. I'll finish this blog post with the following disturbing image, courtesy of Analytics Insight.