How dense is our cat? I don’t know if cat pill technology has moved on but this was far too easy…

Concealed in one hand I have 3 of your favourite fish flavoured kibbles, concealed in the other hand I have a bright red pill that probably tastes like all pills taste.

Which hand George?

George sniffs the hand holding the pill, clever cat, hold it out to him and he eats it!

Round one to us, this game is too easy, he’s got 9 more of these to eat over the next 5 days, lets see how he progresses…

After 3 nights at the vet George is back with us, temperature has been okay for the last 18 hours so seems like he has recovered, no clue to what caused his fever but is on a course of Anti-Biotics (Synulox) so they must suspec some sort of inection.

Still seems a bit shaken after his ordeal, not his usual self yet…

What will be the next thing he catches?

Place your bets…

Now!

Took him back to the Vets yesterday, for his third visit, his temperature is still at 105oF, as it was on Wednesday, so the vet has decided to keep him over night and put him on a drip and do some blood tests

Liv phoned the vet this morning, the blood tests did not pick anything up, so they will probably keep him in again tonight, as his temperature is still high.

Spoke too soon, he crashed again on Monday, spent all day inside hibernating, looks like he over did it the day before. Anyway one trip to the vet, for an anti-inflammatory injection (he was running a slight temperature of 104oF), and he has made a remarkable recovery. Think he preferred the injection to the thermometer, he’s going back tonight for a further checkup, and another temperature taking ordeal no doubt…

Some useful information on Cat Fevers/Temperature, sounds like George had a NSAID injection…

Never got to the bottom of why he was under the weather, but he seems right as rain again today! Well he ate his breakfast and was out in the pouring rain trying to catch things so must be okay.

The Quick Small Wren Flew Over the Sleepy Ginger Cat…

…and promptly got caught and eaten. How stupid can a bird be? It flew right over the George’s head and landed on the shed window, less than 2 feet from him. A split second later George pounced and had the bird in his mouth, fortunately I managed to grab him and make him let it go.

He spent the rest of the day sleeping on the bench by the shed and we thought no more about it. However he was lethargic and did not eat his food for the next day or two, obviously under the weather but no obvious reason why.

He has started to catch things again, he brought in a shrew today, so we decided to put the collar back on to see if it would stop him…

Liv has decided that George’s Birthday is the 19th August (2003) so he is 1 year old today, to celebrate she gave him a wet catfood sachet she’d been saving specially. We also got him some salmon and catnip cat treats, but he didn’t like them!

George had other ideas and promptly caught a mouse which we had to rescue, as it’s his birthday we let him off

George slipped his collar last week (Visions of exploding collars, a la Battle Royale), so he no longer jingles as he walks.

Although I know he has been catching mice, he has yet to bring any indoors. So maybe he has learnt that we don’t like entrails. If this good behaviour continues we’ll leave the collar off.

Going to visit Roz and Graham, who don’t have access to the internet (luddites!), so took a few snaps of George to show them on the camera, added them to our gallery.

If you have access to the gallery, there is also a picture of Oscar, under Albums->;Other Galleries->;Friends

Well it’s official the bells do not work, came home yesterday to find him playing with a recently deceased mouse outside the kitchen. Closer inspection revealed another dead mouse in the grass, so a total of 4 in one weekend at least.

At least he isn’t bringing them into the house anymore, must be his sense of fairplay (ha!).

Went away for the weekend, and came home to find another bird in the kitchen, same sort of speckled breast as the last two so may have been an inexperienced juvenile.

Further investigation outside revealed the backend of a mouse. This I wan’t expecting, as he jingles as he stalks – suppose it could have been a deaf mouse…

After nearly a week with no evidence of any successful hunts, George manages to catch a bird. By all accounts must have been a juvenile Blackbird only just flown the nest so an easy target.

We managed to wrestle the bird away from him, and release it back into the garden, but it took a long time to recover, all the while this adult was alarm calling all over the garden.

George practising his Evil dictator pose, preparing for his role as familiar to Dr Evil in his plan for world domination. Or maybe just glad to have the chairs back in the lounge.

George has been wearing the bells for a few days now, and has not brought in any animals, he is also eating more catfood, so looks like it might be working.

The only problem is that he has given up going on his nightly hunts, and now sits at the bottom of the bed all night, jingling.

Just one set of entrails so far this week, putting this one down as “mouse”, seems to be his snack of choice.

That quiet spell a few days back was not as quiet as it first seemed, found a couple of mouse backends in the back garden on Saturday (shows how much I’ve been out recently).

He also brought in yet another starling this morning ‘sans tête’, quickly despatched into the bin, so I could get on with the final coat of oil on the floor. This should be the last day he’s locked out of the rest of the house.

Should be fun when he tries to run across the new floor – it’s smooth as glass, ho ho.