Flaviu, a two-year-old male lynx about the size of a cocker spaniel, arrived at the zoo from a park in Kent after being separated from his mum and dad for the first time. Mee has sent for the mother’s sawdust bedding and is trying to source recordings of her calls.
He chewed his way of his house a week ago, exchanging a pen surrounded by high walls and fences for the meadows, hedgerows and woods that border the zoo.
Mee is sure he is safe and well. “He’ll be lying in a warm spot just now. He may sleep for 20 hours, hunt for four. There is plenty of food for him – rabbits, birds, mice. They certainly won’t be expecting him there.”
While outsiders are thrilled at the idea of a lynx on the loose, the locals in the nearby village of Sparkwell do not seem too bothered. “We’re certainly not scared,” said Ray Foss, a retired engineer. “It’s not a danger to anyone. You get used to the roar of the lions around here so a lynx isn’t going to worry us.”
There are those who believe that lynx, once a British native, ought to be reintroduced. “It would give an extra edge to our wild places,” said Mee. At the moment, it is man rather than big beast that has the job of culling deer and Dartmoor ponies. The carcasses of the latter are fed to the big cats at the zoo.
Mee, who used to write for the Guardian, believes that if Flaviu cannot be recaptured he will survive if he is left alone. “The problem is he is going to be harassed by halfwits trying to catch him or shoot him.”
Hollywood has already come calling on Mee. His book of how he acquired this animal park – We Bought a Zoo – has been turned into a film starring Matt Damon and Scarlett Johansson. But Flaviu’s tale is bound to make a great chapter in the follow-up. Mee already has the title: Never Buy a Zoo.
my cat. pacing about, looking shifty. cat; you there, human. me; your highness? cat; I need you to leave the room. me; why, i'm busy. cat; I wish to play with my myriad of cat toys and I don't want you to see it. me; hmm. ok.
me, goes to loo.
goes back downstairs. find stripy toy mouse on stairs, orange ball under table, manky ribbon in doorway.
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mrs blackbird; I wish to build my nest right here in the tree about 2 foot off the ground. mr blackbird; 'kay. you sure? what about the cat that lives here? mrs blackbird, falls out of tree laughing; yeah kidding right, she barely leaves the house much less climbs a tree!
my cat, a week later; I can't take it anymore, its torment I HAVE to try and get that nest.
my cat; goes outside, half climbs tree.
mrs blackbird; um. what you doing?
my cat; trying to exert my authoritah.
mrs blackbird; lol. doesn't even bother to set off the cat alarm.
my cat; youre so mean. runs away.
the next few weeks are going to be torture for her, and we might well end up with baby blackbirds on the mat.
Post by thesentientpasty on Apr 16, 2017 19:55:03 GMT
The youngest cat brought in a dead mouse yesterday, and growled at me to 'stay back'. A few minutes later, bored with the thing, he dumped it on the mat. I told him off (in no uncertain terms) and he went out while I cleaned up the carnage.
An hour later.
Clearly having thought about what he'd done, and thinking about my anger, he brought in...
my neighbours cat, who in human terms must be about 200 years old, and suddenly started coming in our house. first time I think it was a mistake, cos she suddenly stopped and looked round with a 'shit, wrong house' look on her face.
however my cat just let her do it. and then she started on my cats food.
babe, she's eating your biscuits, are you not even gonna defend your biscuit bowl?
my cat; meh.
so of course now this is carte blanche (cat blanche) to do it everyday! she just ambles in, eats all the biscuits and leaves! if you try to physically remove her she growls and hisses. not that this is a problem, being so old she weighs as bout as much as a mouse.
she has a perfectly loving and well fed home. I can understand if she wanted to visit to get away from the screaming hoards of teenagers, but the cat has been there longer than they have, shes used to them.
its my cats total indifference that is the funniest. if any other cat tried it they'd be fighting but with M she just, ah go on then.
I have a visiting cat who's been coming to my house, usually to sleep, for several years. He's often full of fleas and consequently I regulary get bitten by the buggers. One day, I noticed him rubbing himself against a lavender plant in my garden. Upon research, I discovered that lavender is a natural flea repellent.
Post by thesentientpasty on Mar 6, 2019 22:56:02 GMT
I'm a cat down. My eldest, aged sixteen, was euthanised on Tuesday.
Easily he was the wisest cat I've ever had. He would make eye-contact so well you just ended up having non-vocal conversations. Often with real depth.
Today? He's buried under a newly-bought cherry tree, near his favourite spot in the garden. I'd hoped he'd make it to the Summer - he loved hanging out in the sunshine - but fourteen years on three legs just took its toll. Congestive heart failure.
End of an era.
The three surviving cats now need to up their respective games.
by coincidence my cat spent the whole of yesterday at the vets having tests. the indignation of having shaved bits to attached blood pressure monitoring. thankfully all the tests came back as fine, but her blood pressure was through the roof. but thats probably becasue she is an incredibly anxious cat with abandonment issues. but otoh the vet said she really doesn't know what caused the bleeding in her eye and lethargy. so we have 2 lots of medication for her which we had to opt for the liquid goo version as trying to get a tablet down her throat would cause her too much stress. once we got her home and she hid under a bed for an hour, then had 3 bowls of food and spent 10 full minutes padding on the big blanket, she relaxed.
this morning she's back to her normal self except with a bloody eye. i think it might be dried blood that hopefully is going to just break down and absorb. still don't know what caused it but fingers crossed the medication will help.
its so stressful when they're like this, because you can't explain to them and they can't explain back.
So my cat has seemed ok. eats her breakfast medicine no prob. tolerates me manhandling her ear to rub her blood pressure medicine in (the ear has bare skin inside so the meds absorb). She doesn't like us touching her bald patches! But again on friday night she slunked off under the table and went into lock down mode. worrying. should we take her back to the vets saturday morning? saturday morning comes and shes right as rain again, except this time the whole eye is bloody. when i say bloody i don't mean bleeding out, i mean as a film covering her whole eye. like a cataract but blood otoh is doesn't seem to bother her at all.
so we didn't take her back to the doctors. its seems to be fading slightly but not much.
so tomorrow is check up. which means the whole day at the vee ee tees, because they have to take multiple blood pressure readings. so more stress for poor baba!
Maybe she'll be on blood pressure meds permanently. every one in the family is so why not? lol
at the moment she is curled up in a ball on my bed, flapping her ears at me for typing too loud. sorry babe.