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Saturday, January 12, 2013

Goodbye Amber

During the night my little calico cat Amber died.

In her latter days, she was quite sweet. When she was younger, not so much.

When I saw her in the pet shop, she was asleep. I'd always wanted a tortoiseshell with quirky markings, and there she was, a black chin making her face look as if it was smiling, a lightning flash across her nose. I brought her and little silver tabby Jaspa home in May 1994. I estimated their birthdays as 21st and 28th March.

The first charming thing Amber did was carry her toys round and drop them in things - the bin, my school bag... But as she grew, she turned into the typical grumpy, naughty tortie. As my cat family grew, she continued to assert herself as boss. Trying to get past her elicited a swear and a swipe. The others were in fear of her. Even as her physical strength waned, they would still hesitate to pass her, eventually making a dash for it.

When she developed thyroid problems a few years ago, she didn't respond well to the medication (largely because I had a hell of a time getting it down her) and eventually she had to have a thyroidectomy.

Then she developed kidney problems, which is apparently not uncommon with thyroid sufferers. Every six weeks she had to have an injection. Her weight stayed fairly constant, sometimes even increasing a little, which was encouraging.

But over the last couple of days she deteriorated rapidly. She started to go out into the garden more than usual, even venturing out in the dark on Thursday night. I had to coax her in for fear the foxes would see her as easy prey. Maybe she was looking for a place to die.

Yesterday she failed to browse through everyone else's food bowls, and barely licked the special extra dishes I gave her. She was very wobbly on her feet, but she still came all the way upstairs to see me. I gave her an extra special cuddle. I thought I'd take her to the vet's on Tuesday. Then I amended that to Monday. By bedtime I'd decided to take her this morning. But she lost her fight for life during the night.

Bizarrely, I was twice woken by the ringing of mystery bells. I sort of felt I knew what I was going to find when I went down to the kitchen this morning, which is where the cats sleep.

So she did go to the vet's this morning, but only to be sent away for cremation.

Bye bye dear girl. I wish you could have made it to 19.

Amber, 28th March 1994 - 12th January 2013

Icarus - Day 4

Boby's looking slightly amused. This was a happy episode for him.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Icarus - Day 3

Thank you for another hand display, darling.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Do You Trust This Man?

Apparently research has shown that, when shown a series of photographs, people find blue-eyed men with thin faces untrustworthy.

And the converse was also true. Men with brown eyes and broader faces were considered trustworthy.

I can relate to that.

Apparently so could Liza.

Icarus - Day 2

Hello, brown eyes.

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Astronomers, Astro-physicists and Rock Stars

We Brits are a funny bunch. Not only do our rock stars carry on performing into their dotage. Some actually sashay into alternative high-flying roles.

Take Professor Brian Cox. He started life with a group call D-Ream, which had a number 1 hit in the 1990s with "Things Can Only Get Better".

Now he presents popular scientific TV programmes about the Solar System and the universe. Currently he's hosting Stargazing Live on TV - watched by staff at NASA!

Then there's Dr Brian May. Yes, that one. The one who was with Queen. He left his academic studies to play with that band, but he returned to university in middle age and is now a respected astro-physicist. He too has appeared on the above programme.

I have to take issue with Dr May, nowever. He insists it's possible to stargaze in London.

Yes, maybe if like you one is rich enough to have a proper observatory in the roof or the garden. But trust me, on a bog standard telescope or binoculars standing in the front or back garden, you get to see the moon, the odd glimpse of Venus or Jupiter, and the lights of a distant plane.

That's if there's ever a break in the clouds...

Icarus - Day 1

I love to see Bobby playing.

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

Cadaver - Day 10

This may not be working for you, Bobby, but it's working for me!

Monday, January 07, 2013

Cadaver - Day 9

Not a happy bunny - but look at that neck!

Sunday, January 06, 2013

Cadaver - Day 8

Watch out - Bobby means business!

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