Trouble is we needs our staff to put the puter on for us cos our paws are just too big to press all the buttons, fortunately my nose works quite well on the keyboard.

Spring is in the air in London and Lottie and me, plus our brother Sammy and sister Felicity will have to think about going out patrolling in the garden again now it is warmer and not snowing any more.

We each have our own chair (well Flickie and me share th sofa when we can shift the humans).

Lottie is on special medicine because she has some problems with her joints because of (shhhh – elderly cat – wink wink), but she is very good at taking it and it is doing her good.

Sammy’s had a reminder from the V. E. T. that he needs to go for his booster.

We had Hi-Life Gourmet for Christmas and have gotr the staff trained so that’s all we have now (36 tins a week – ha ha); if anything else goes down we just sit and look at it. Sammy likes his dried food but daddy has found a really yummy (and expensive) tuna kibble for him.

Love

Ollie

On Tuesday though we made up for it with a yummy tea party – we all had Dreamies, tuna and Nip, Winnie had cold creamies as well – oh yummy.

I have spent today resting – I did a lot of sleepies and dreamies last night so I have to rest. I woke daddy up at 7 to make sure I got my breakfast on time. Usually mummy does it cos daddy doesn’t get up in time.

I have had my sleepies next to daddy with my sister Lottie – had tuna for lunch.

Since I had my operation I have not had my collar on and daddy still hasn’t got me a new one. I think red would match my stripies nicely.

I had a look in the mirror at my stripies and they are really growing well now and all the stripies are the right colour and in the right place – gosh I am a clever cat.  My friend GiniDiane, a very handsome rabbit, sent me a Twitter telling me how it  takes work and uses up a lot of protein to create a handsome new stripey coat.

My friend LucyLocket

My goreous black kitty friend Lucy Locket found some stripies for me and put them on Twitpic. Lucy looks just like my half-sister Izzy who died when she was six – she was a beautiful and loving little black kitty and loved my daddy lots. I love this picture of her snoozing, I have a tartan rug like that too.

I feel better every day now I have got rid of that nasty thyroid. My kittyfriend Cagney has also ditched hers so we are both lucky kits.

My Pal Cagney

I was supposed to have my tea party with Winnie in Friday but forget daddy had to go to the VET himself – tut tut tut, and more audible tuts. Me and Winnie are going to have our party on Monday. Daddy has tuna, Dreamies and some nip. I insisted he put a big reminder on the wall. What will Winnie think. This is Winnie – isn’t she gorgeousssssse. Big kisses and nose taps.

Winnie Kittie

Rosie Cat (aka Medusa) has also sent me good wishes and very kindly made a donation to the Cats’ Protection League on my Giving Page – http://www.justgiving.com/OliverandLottie. Thank you so much; just a little helps so many orphaned kitties. here is a picture of Rosie – aren’t we all just so beautiful – and we all look so happy and content.

My friend Rosie

Well, that’s all for now, my pals (and fans – goodness me I am handsome).

Love and nosetaps.

We know how lucky we are to have a happy and safe home and know all those cats (and other anipals) had the very best life possible with their humans and were loved (and loved back) very much.

A year ago when a dear littie pal passed over we posted some beautiful poems so we thought we would re-post them now. Please read them and don’t be sad, think of how you loved each other and made each other’s lives perfect. Us anipals are never gone whilst we are remembered and we know that you humans remember all your anipals for ever – well until we all meet up again in those fields of sun and gold.

REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad

Dreamland
 Where sunless rivers weep
     Their waves into the deep,
     She sleeps a charmed sleep:
         Awake her not.
     Led by a single star,
     She came from very far
     To seek where shadows are
         Her pleasant lot.
     She left the rosy morn,
     She left the fields of corn,
     For twilight cold and lorn
         And water springs.
     Through sleep, as through a veil,
     She sees the sky look pale,
     And hears the nightingale
         That sadly sings.
     Rest, rest, a perfect rest
     Shed over brow and breast;
     Her face is toward the west,
         The purple land.
     She cannot see the grain
     Ripening on hill and plain;
     She cannot feel the rain
         Upon her hand.
     Rest, rest, for evermore
     Upon a mossy shore;
     Rest, rest at the heart's core
         Till time shall cease:
     Sleep that no pain shall wake;
     Night that no morn shall break
     Till joy shall overtake

         Her perfect peace.
     Both poems by Christina Rossetti 
The House Dog's Grave
I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there. 

So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan. 

I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
I lie alone. 

But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me--
Every night your lamplight lies on my place. 

You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope than when you are lying 

Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been. 

And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
But to me you were true. 

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

Beyond the Rainbow

As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.
I saw a wondrous image then of a place that's trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful -- lush and green and wide!
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do.

I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm alright
That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright Glow pierced the night.
'Twas the Glow of many Candles shining bright and strong and bold
And I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.

For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,
We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.
So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apart
If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.

Poem for a Cat

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever and ever and ever.

Author Unknown

Do What Must Be Done

My daddy says that Sammy keeps waking him up during the night by pawing his face ‘cos he wants a cuddle and some fuss. Daddy pretends he is asleep (which works for mummy) but Sammy persists until he gets his cuddle. He is so naughty.

Well, I had a busy day dramung, asleep on the back of the sofa – and that’s where I am going now.

We found this one – Sammy thinks he looks ‘cool’; I am not so sure.

Can’t help but love him though, can you. Naughty as he is.

Before his recent injury he had a check up and annual vaccinations. The V E T said he is equivalent in age to a 70 year old human. I have never seen a 70 year old human run downstairs only touching 3 steps on the way down. The V E T said he was in perfect health, fit, and still got all his own teeth (probably ‘cos he usually eats only GoCat if there’s no tuna or white fish.

This is my friend Winnie. She lives in Toledo Ohio, and was rescued just like me, and now has yummy mummy who sees she wants for nothing. We have little transAtlantic tea parties and fill our tummies with yummies.

I don’t tell he but I think she is beautiful, she makes my whiskers go all a quiver.

We are having a tea party on Monday – woopee.

Hi everyone. I am doing really well; all my stripies are growing – but I am worried – do black stripies grow quicker than brown or grey ones? I am full of energy and feel really good now.

My brother Sammy has been naughty though. A nasty cat bit him and he had a really sore infected shoulder – daddy took him to the V E T, who washed it out and gave him some injections and he is feeling better now. My staff have to give him tables though – I mean straight down the throat type tablets – and Sammy is naughty and struggles and hisses. Mummy discovered that his claws are sharp when his paws wave about.

We been thinking about the kitties who came before us and how lucky we are to have found our humans. We have such a lovely life and get looked after so well; but there are many thousands of little orphans who are not so lucky. I have decided to support one charity and try to raise some money to rescue and find homes for lost kitties. I have set up a special page and would really love it if some of my pals could help by donating just the cost of a packet of dreamies. Lottie and me will send a big wet nosetap if you can help.

http://www.justgiving.com/OliverandLottie

Many thanks. Keep purring

Ollie

I am really feeling much better now and daddy says he can actually see new stripeys where I was shaved for my operation. I am playing the ‘poor cat’ to get lots of strokeys and nice expensive food. Daddy has promised to cook some white fish for us all tomorrow and on Tuesday I am having a tea party with my Twitter friend Winnie Kitty. My friend Medusa has also wished me well and I know she is not well so we all need to send lots of happy healing purrs to one very beautiful kitty.

Sammy is learning to take his place and has read the comment suggesting he is wing cat to me – that’s a great idea; of course if Lottie gets to the food first we all have to wait and poor old Flickie always comes up last – I think that’s because it is beneath a very beautiful tuxedo lady to join a scrum for food: I am sure daddy slips her lots of treats.

Well, it’s time to curl up on the sofa for a few hours of dreamies about chasing things so I will bid all my kitty friends goodnight and sweet dreams.