Male or female humans which do you prefer?

Freya taking a nap after socialising with the male plumbers

 Purrsonally, I have always preferred females. For the following reasons...

• They are usually in charge of food in the kitchen.
  
• They vocalise in a higher voice more like a miaow.
• They have softer bodies to lie on.
• They take up less room in the bed.
  

But my friend, Freya prefers males. She says she likes them better because...

• They have bigger laps to sit on and she is largish.
• If they love cats, they are soppier than the females!
  
• They are less fussy about cat hair.
• She finds their snoring restful at night.

Which do you prefer? And why?

• If your human wants to know why, tell her/him to read chapter 3 in this book.
  
  
  
  

Black cats need human hellp

 Almost a hundred black cats were found in a deserted house in Kent, UK.  Only 74 of them were alive and well and could be saved.

Safe Haven Animal Rescue, near Sevenoaks, now have to find  humans willing to adopt them... Not easy because black cats are the least popular option among people wanting a cat.

Why? Why do humans discriminate against some of us, just  because we have differently coloured fur. We cats of unpopular colour are just as loving, just as graceful, just as purrfect, as cats that are white or ginger.

The original George, my uncle, who started this  blog was black - and his human thought he was the funniest most handsome cat in the world.

 

 

 

Why human brains move in the past and present.

 As we cats all know, humans have extraordinary and rather wonky dysfunctional brains. They keep thinking about things that might happen but never do. 

Their brains move forwards and backwards in time, instead of staying in the present. They therefore worry about the future (which probably doesn't happen) or they become anxious and unhappy about the past (which is over and done with.)

They also create in their minds curious and unlikely fantasies. My human is currently becoming obsessed about the death of a former cat, Mr Spangles. Not only does she miss him and want to cry, but she feels she has to do something about his death.

She spent a lot of money getting his body cremated. Now she is wondering if she should scatter his ashes in her small town garden. Or should she bury them and put up tombstone somewhere in the garden?

Then she worries about what will happen if she has to sell her house. Will new humans living there respect his tomb? Will they pave over the grass that hides his ashes?

Currently she has put the ashes in a cupboard with the ashesof her previous cats, and also (this will make fellow cats laugh) with the ashes of her husband Ronnie. They sit there but will her relatives know they are there?

She wants to be buried in a country churchyard with all those ashes even though some of Ronnie's ashes are missing, as she scattered a handful up and down Fleet St.

Can you imagine how much brainpower is being wasted on these thoughts. And these pointless thoughts make her unhappy. If she was a cat, she would just go out and catch a nice mouse for her dinner instead of having these ridiculous ruminations.

But that is the human brain... They really are a very weird species.