Wordless Wednesday

I hate sneezing!

With the change in weather, we are going from winter to spring, I get hayfever - all that pollen in the air!

And I hate it when I sneeze. I quite often come inside where it is nice and warm, do three quick sneezes and then I hiss! Here is a photo of me hissing after a sneeze.

Thanks for your good wishes

Vicki wanted me to thank you all for the good wishes while she was sick. She must be better now as she has gone back to work and we are not lying on the lounge together anymore.

More on whistling

Thanks for your comments about how you come when called - or what interests you......Skeeter left a funny comment about how she comes to Silent Night being whistled....that reminds me that Vicki whistles Waltzing Matlida (an Aussie folk song) and I absolutely hate it!!! I wake up if asleep, I meeouw loudly and then I eventually leave the room. I will get Vicki to capture it one time on her camera video one time for you all.

For more info on the song Waltzing Matilda, click here:
Waltzing Matilda Origins

What's your call sign?

Apparently I am an unusual cat in that I come to a whistle. Vicki had never owned a cat before and refused to stand in the backyard and call out my name or "puss, puss" (the normal call sign to come home). As Vicki was more used to owning dogs, she found it very natural to call me in using a whistle.

I am very good, I can hear the whistle from miles away. I usually let Vicki know I am on my way home once I reach the property perimeter with either a very melancholic "M..r...ee..oow..." or I stop along the way and scratch my bells until they tinkle. She usually stops whistling then and starts encouraging me to come home quicker by calling my name, "Come on, that's it...I haven't got all night....".

When I am in the house I still come to a whistle...or the cupboard opening...or the fridge opening...or cans being opened...or chopping in the kitchen. After all, everything in the house revolves around me.

What do you guys come to? Names? Whistles? Puss? Anything else?

My week on the lounge...

While Vicki was sick I had a very important job to keep her company. I would lie on the lounge with her, follow her to the bathroom and very occasionally make her walk out to the laundry for some fresh air to give me some treats.

I took my job very seriously and reported to Paul every night when he got home what we had been up to and if Vicki felt better or worse (mostly worse....)

Vicki is sick....

I dunno what is wrong with her but she has not moved off the lounge for a week! I apologise that she has fallen down in the blogging department. But I have loved her being at home so I can snuggle on the lounge with her.....

I think Vicki said something along the lines of she will get back to blogging on the weekend - catch up with you all then!