Flying Cat - March 2007

You bipeds like to accuse us cats of contrariness, but what could be contrarier than Rolling Acres' growing Tribe of Frogs deciding to change their habits for the first time since spawnhood, thus making this innovation virtually redundant?

Froghide

Behind Froghide
There was fpu, delegated to crouch in Froghide clutching digicam, at a decidedly unbipedal hour of sparrowfart, and did they (the ribits), as in days of yore, pop up to take the morning air in multiples of dozens? Did they flip! This was their "best" effort,

"What's that human doing in there?"
The lighting was not ideal, partly due to their premature enthusiasm for hoochmagandie, which brought them back to Pond1 nearly a month earlier than 2006. I well remember the heightened state of anxiety occasioned by three nights of frost in late March. On the plus side, the water has been heaving since 24th February, and most of the very generous deposits of spawn are well below the surface, excepting ten clumps in the shallows of Pond1 and similar in Pond2 - a new Breeding Initiative by my crunchy friends. Not that I have crunched a single one thus far. Could there be an anticat gene creeping in?......
Introducing, for a limited period only, Frogfest '07

For the first time in Pond2.

A Guddle of Frogs

Big Yin.

Two to Tango

Classic Breaststroke.

Leopardspot Leggings (for a cub).

Gratuitous cat pic. I'm HELPING, STUPID!!!!!!!

How glorious the sun these last two days: how the jolly wee froggies have flounced and flaunted themselves among the starwort and canadian pondweed. It warms a cat's heart - for, contrary to SOME bipeds' beliefs, we do have hearts - to see their shiny heads with brassy eyes pop up from under the great spawny duvets, to luxuriate in the warm light of Blue Planet's own Big Star. Parental Units are still buoyed up by memories of seeing the moon transformed into a mottly ruby in a jet and diamond setting. However, as in that other Garden, all is not joy unconfined in Rolling Acres. If Tws was to offer the use of his virtual doghouse, I , FC, would be right in it. And for why? I'd like to deny everything, plead the Fifth, lie in my fangs, whatever, but, dammit, Someone photographed the evidence before I could swallow it.

I was saving them for later. But unfortunately...

...was caught bang to rights, it's a fair cop guv, can't tell a lie. This harmless bit of coarse fishing has resulted in me getting blamed for an outbreak of Nervous Frog Syndrome today (Wednesday) - resulting in fpu getting very stiff and frozen fingered lying beside Pond2 with digicam a catswhisker away from where frogs ought to be, but aren't. Like this...

There has been what the bipeds like to call a 'discussion' about fpu's theory that the frogs put sentries up on spawny duvet for a shufti: he says it's anthropomorphising amphibians - she says "Isnae!" I'm inclined to go with the one who lies in wait, rather than he who inhabits Far Recliner...
Luckily for me and my unchallenged position as Most Handsome and Gorgeous Cat in Anorak Towers, yesterday (Tuesday as it were) the little croakers were positively tripping over one another to get their mugshots taken. As you can see.










I only came to say "Hello"....*sigh*

What are the humans doing to my beautiful world? They're not just letting it Go To Pot, but are actively conspiring to make it so. Are youse bipeds all affyerheids? What on earth do you need armed forces for? Fine, a cat needs to defend its territory against the odd pushy individual, but it doesn't redd up a gang of heavily armed felines festooned with kitbags, herd them into enormous-shiny-metalbird-that-howls, and order them to attack a neighbouring gang. (I forebear to mention, at this juncture, the reprehensible pack instincts of d.o.g.s....) Were all your armies Defence Forces, no-one would attack anyone, but, at the same time, you would keep thousands of fit young humans gainfully employed patrolling, scent-marking and.....digging......for Britain (or insert country of choice). Remember 'Join the Army, go interesting places, meet interesting people'? Someone forgot the "and then kill, maim, torture and/or mutilate them" bit of that delightful semantic spell.
Anyway, as a peace-loving pussy, that wouldn't say mew to a goose (I think we're all agreed on that one, if we've any sense) I just felt like a quick rant against the innate stupidity and culpability of the...errrm...hands that feed us.
Now, let's Go To Pot in a constructive creative sort of way with..........

Bunny Mug by Carol Kimbell - 7cm dia.

Large Bowl by John Struthers - 26cm dia.

Big Green Mug by Elli Pearson - 10cm dia.

Porkfish meets Yellow Tang by Elli Pearson - 37cm accross.

Small Raku Bowl by David Holmes - 10cm dia.

Sugar Bowl by Harray Potter - 8cm dia.
Pace!