Arthur has a very peculiar sleeping position which he occasionally likes to adopt. It looks as if he has fallen asleep in the middle of cat-yoga (an activity which is is also a fan of). Either that, or it was a valiant effort to occupy both towels at once.
Arthur continues to be very pleased with his new boxes, this one is ideal for washing in. Personally I would have thought it’s a bit like trying to get dressed in a tent, but apparently it’s just the right size.
Arthur is thinking outside the boxes. He is mildly surprised that none of these particular boxes will accommodate him today but he feels that perhaps they need time to mature, so he is content to sit on the boxes and contemplate geometry until they see fit to be the correct way up.
Last week was disastrous. It began with the phone (my sketch pad), having a fatal accident and continued with me coming home from a couple of nights away to find that ginger Arthur was missing! To my huge relief he walked in the door another two days later, none the worse and apparently having simply taking himself off for a two-day camping and hunting trip without leaving a note. While in un-cat-related disasters, my lovely half-standard gooseberry snapped in two under the weight of its first substantial crop.
The phone is still lacking a charger (and a sim) so I cannot do much sketching until that is rectified… the most important thing, though, is that Arthur’s back. So here, to prove it, is Arthur’s back 😉
Arthur, as if in answer to Percy’s extravagant demonstration yesterday, of how to sit in two boxes at once, spent some time sleeping in a box this afternoon. However, he feels that in these straitened times the conspicuous consumption of box-space is immoral, and is therefore demonstrating frugal box-sitting, using the smallest amount of box required.
After some seconds away from my chair I get back to find there are cat hairs on it. So I do what any sensible person would do: I sit on the floor.
…and of course do this picture of the cat hairs until the cat hairs decide that I have spent long enough doing one continuous activity and get off the chair to disturb me. At least the chair is now mine again 😉
There were strange men in the house today, moving things and making noise. The cat food bowls had to be moved too, so Arthur thought he better guard those. As luck would have it this meant he could also guard the runner-beans in their cardboard tubes. Multi tasking!
Percy might have been cat of the day, if he had stayed still for 2 minutes at the appropriate time.
“A hat-trick or hat trick in sport is the achievement of a positive feat three times or more during a game, or other achievements based on threes. The term was first used in 1858 in cricket to describe HH Stephenson’s feat of taking three wickets with three consecutive deliveries. A collection was held for Stephenson, and he was presented with a hat bought with the proceeds. The term was used in print for the first time in 1878. The term was eventually adopted by many other sports including association football, water polo, and team handball, but did not become popular in North America until the mid-1940s in the National Hockey League.”
No further explanation should be needed, therefore, if I tell you that I live with three cats and a keen football enthusiast, and that a Cat-Trick is the term given to any instance of all three cats together. To be honest I am not particularly happy with the one of Arthur (and he is not really as fat as I have made him look, though admittedly he is a smallish square-shaped fellow), and Stiletto (a.k.a. Skinny-Fat-Cat, for reasons that will not at this time become clear) is so difficult to capture I had to draw her from a distance when she didn’t know I was looking at her, but, for the sake of the first cat-of-the-day cat-trick, here are all three.
Stiletto, otherwise known as skinny-fat-cat, sitting
Some cats are just very busy. When I began drawing Arthur he was lying full length. Almost at once he sat up, Sphinx-like, and regarded me with one eye for a while, then, just as he was looking like he might sleep again he got off the window sill and has gone out in search of something squeaky.
Arthur is the first true cat-of-the-day, the other pictures having been playing catch-up since I decided to start this little blog of phone sketches. Arthur, washing, on a newspaper. Why he feels it necessary to wash on a newspaper is anyone’s guess… presumably it was not with the intention of keeping my desk clean, since this was the same Arthur who was having a midnight-rabbit-snack on the lounge carpet last night as we came home from the pub.
Possibly he is also simply blowing raspberries at what I have to admit was actually a copy of The Sun. (sorry John Pindar of Notes to the Milkman for stealing your comment there 😉 )