Showing posts with label jeff the Maine Coon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jeff the Maine Coon. Show all posts
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Snow Day!
Disappointed with the snow covering I headed to work... which is when the heavens opened and quickly covered Sandwich in a blanket of snow. Made it to work... easily... damn it!
And whilst I was at work Jeff the Maine Coon launched a modelling career...
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Jeff The Maine Coon
Since I last posted regularly Mr Gibbs has passed away and three new, previously mentioned briefly, pets have taken his place.
Chief among them, in his mind at least, is Jeff the Maine Coon. We got him in 2014 and he quickly took his place as the Head of the House.
He rises at exactly 5.28am, which happens to be 2 minutes before my weekday alarm goes off (though he considers this a 7 day a week schedule regardless of my routine). He precedes to jump up on to my chest to patiently (patient = rubbing his face against mine whilst loudly purring) waits for my alarm to go off.
He then proceeds to race me and Bella downstairs (I let them win) where he expects immediate feeding. By the time I've showered he's meowing at the back door to head on out.
He spends his day wandering between our house and our neighbour's house. At both places he can find comfortable lodgings (he has his own sofa over the drive with the neighbours) and fine dining (the day I saw my catless neighbour carrying a bag full of cat food, I knew Jeff was two-timing us).
Upon my arrival home at 5.30pm he runs alongside Jim's car and begins rolling around on our patio excited to be allowed in for his evening meal. Then, knowing perfectly well he can't go out after that, he sits by the door to the patio in our front room and meows incessantly, ignoring all pleas and death threats that follow.
Finally he accompanies me to bed, along with the dogs, to be fed treats before he settles in for a sleep at the threshold to our room... until it all starts again the next day.
Basically... he's living the dream.
Chief among them, in his mind at least, is Jeff the Maine Coon. We got him in 2014 and he quickly took his place as the Head of the House.
This picture was taken by our neighbour. In their garden. Jeff doesn't abide by old-fashioned concepts like "loyalty".
He rises at exactly 5.28am, which happens to be 2 minutes before my weekday alarm goes off (though he considers this a 7 day a week schedule regardless of my routine). He precedes to jump up on to my chest to patiently (patient = rubbing his face against mine whilst loudly purring) waits for my alarm to go off.
He then proceeds to race me and Bella downstairs (I let them win) where he expects immediate feeding. By the time I've showered he's meowing at the back door to head on out.
He spends his day wandering between our house and our neighbour's house. At both places he can find comfortable lodgings (he has his own sofa over the drive with the neighbours) and fine dining (the day I saw my catless neighbour carrying a bag full of cat food, I knew Jeff was two-timing us).
Upon my arrival home at 5.30pm he runs alongside Jim's car and begins rolling around on our patio excited to be allowed in for his evening meal. Then, knowing perfectly well he can't go out after that, he sits by the door to the patio in our front room and meows incessantly, ignoring all pleas and death threats that follow.
Finally he accompanies me to bed, along with the dogs, to be fed treats before he settles in for a sleep at the threshold to our room... until it all starts again the next day.
Basically... he's living the dream.
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Sometimes They Come Back
It has been a long time since I wrote to you, Dear Constant Reader. Too long. I'm sorry. You are the most patient of listeners, but I think I've pushed your patience to its limit this time. You've probably forgotten who I am!
So it is 2017. I'm 33. I still live with Jim in a barn in Eastry. I still work for TVW in Folkestone (and now often Hatfield). Mr Gibbs the Bearded Dragon has sadly passed away this month. Ayden the Tamaskan maintains his position on HIS sofa (unless Jeff or Bella want it...). Jeff the Maine Coon has quickly risen through the ranks and is now Supreme Overlord of Eastry, Woodnesborough and Worth. And there's a new pet added to the menagerie since last we chatted, Bella Wella. She's a rescue dog and she's the new deputy boss. No one can top Jeff for bossiness, Bella's tried but he has a remarkable ability to ignore her. She's definitely second in command now however.
Workwise I received another promotion last year. Major changes have been going on now since December last year and I think the stress of facing them each day has really not been good for me. Just as I allowed myself to be railroaded to University without deciding if that was what I really wanted, I've let myself be railroaded into positions over the last 3 years that haven't made me happy. I'm trying to change that now.
Country-wise, after Brexit, Trumpageddon and last night's abysmal Eurovision: You Decide, I've decided to simply pretend I'm German.
And, most importantly, Jim wise... after a wonderful Christmas break in Wales we returned home on a Thursday. On the Friday Jim had a heart attack. I'd tell you about how scary that experience was for me, but I suspect my feelings on the matter pale into insignificance in comparison with Jim's. The paramedics who came to his rescue and the staff at the William Harvey Hospital were fantastic and saved Jim's life that day. Without their assistance I'd have lost my entire world. I can't ever thank them enough. He has been resting up for the last three weeks at home and hopefully his recovery will continue without hiccups.
There's nothing like a sobering emergency to remind me of just how important Jim is.
So it is 2017. I'm 33. I still live with Jim in a barn in Eastry. I still work for TVW in Folkestone (and now often Hatfield). Mr Gibbs the Bearded Dragon has sadly passed away this month. Ayden the Tamaskan maintains his position on HIS sofa (unless Jeff or Bella want it...). Jeff the Maine Coon has quickly risen through the ranks and is now Supreme Overlord of Eastry, Woodnesborough and Worth. And there's a new pet added to the menagerie since last we chatted, Bella Wella. She's a rescue dog and she's the new deputy boss. No one can top Jeff for bossiness, Bella's tried but he has a remarkable ability to ignore her. She's definitely second in command now however.
Workwise I received another promotion last year. Major changes have been going on now since December last year and I think the stress of facing them each day has really not been good for me. Just as I allowed myself to be railroaded to University without deciding if that was what I really wanted, I've let myself be railroaded into positions over the last 3 years that haven't made me happy. I'm trying to change that now.
Country-wise, after Brexit, Trumpageddon and last night's abysmal Eurovision: You Decide, I've decided to simply pretend I'm German.
And, most importantly, Jim wise... after a wonderful Christmas break in Wales we returned home on a Thursday. On the Friday Jim had a heart attack. I'd tell you about how scary that experience was for me, but I suspect my feelings on the matter pale into insignificance in comparison with Jim's. The paramedics who came to his rescue and the staff at the William Harvey Hospital were fantastic and saved Jim's life that day. Without their assistance I'd have lost my entire world. I can't ever thank them enough. He has been resting up for the last three weeks at home and hopefully his recovery will continue without hiccups.
There's nothing like a sobering emergency to remind me of just how important Jim is.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
A New Cat In Our Life
Yesterday we (Jim, Ian, Ayden and I) awoke early for what would be a very long day. After dropping Ayden off at New Romney with Chris and then dropping Ian home in Hemel Hempstead Jim and I headed up north to Preston. Our mission was to collect the latest addition to our household: Jefferson the Maine Coon.
Our mission was going very well until Keele service station when we got stuck behind a wide load leading to an hour and a half of traffic jams. It was unpleasant but we got to Preston just a little after 1pm. Jefferson's breeders had a house choke full of extremely beautiful and friendly Maine Coon's. Whilst he attempt to hide behind a sofa we made a fuss of his delightful Mum. When we moved to another room to see his Dad (a very handsome fellow), his Mum followed us, jumped up on a cat tree and gave me a quick swat on the back insisting I return to stroking her chin!
Jefferson was in the cat carrier without any issue and we headed home. He meowed for about 5 minutes before becoming the most well-behaved kitten or cat I've ever had in a car! He was an absolute angel.
We stopped off at Mum's, Jefferson escaped and hid under a cabinet then we collected an unsuspecting Ayden from Chris'. Stopped off at the Golden Bowl in Hythe for a takeaway then we headed home. Tired and exhausted we stayed up a little while to keep an eye on an extremely nervous Jefferson!
This morning I came down and though he remained extremely wary he had used his litter tray (an awesome cat, I'm telling you!) He agreed to a few belly rubs on the sofa so I think he is coming round. His purring is tremendous!!!
Ayden is being very good around him but Jefferson is not so sure about Ayden. I'm sure he'll grow to tolerate him in time.
Nearly 10 years since I left my home and my Angel cat (who at 15 is still pottering around Lympne flitting between families!). Finally, I have a cat again. Or a cat has me anyway.
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