“To err is human, to purr, feline.”


Kitty Snoozes..

“Life is merely that inevitable time that occurs between sleeps.”

No matter how many hours of sleep Casper has, he’s always willing to have some more.

Oh, to be a cat..


Spot the cat.


How or why Casper ever got up there, I will never know…

I gots the cold blues..

Been off with a rather nasty cold the last couple of days, haven’t felt up to writing much (apart from finally acknowledging a couple of awards – still have more to come, I promise!).

Little Caspie has been snuggled up in bed with me non-stop though. He gives the best ‘get well soon’ cuddles. He’s such good company when I’m ill – he doesn’t judge me for being grouchy or blowing my nose all the time. I look like trash but he loves me anyway.

Either that or he just likes my warm bed.


“Behind every gifted woman, there’s often a rather talented cat.”

I was reluctant to put that as the title, because it sounds like I’m declaring myself to be “gifted”! My mum bought me a postcard with the above quote, which is now happily stuck on my wall. I’m certainly not gifted but I do have a wonderful kitty at my side.

This blog is quickly turning into a Casper photography collection..


In other news, it’s snowing today! First snow of the year!

Being in England of course, ‘snow’ means pathetic little fluffy flakes that gently fall on the ground and melt, with the occasional one settling.. None of those hardcore American winters that I grew up with, with the epic snowmen we used to make, the hours spent sledging, the excitement of being ‘snowed in’ for days on end.

I’m a bit of a Scrooge with snow recently though. I really hate being cold, and unfortunately cold tends to go hand-in-hand with snow. Snow is beautiful though, no one can deny that. (Obviously not counting old snow that crumbles and goes brown and sludgy, of course.)

I have a twin who always follows me around. Copycat.

“Your reflection in shadows and dreams.”

When we first brought Casper home, he was just 10 weeks old, and I remember he used to be terrified of his reflection. He used to arch his back at the ‘other cat’ in the oven door, or the mirror.

He also used to chase his shadow, something I still catch him doing now and then. He sits in the sun and stares at his shadow behind him, and then pounces. It’s very odd.


It’s also very cold at the moment in England, and Casper doesn’t like the cold. His solution? He sits on the radiator! Yesterday we got some beautiful sun pouring through the window, and Casper took the opportunity to sit on the warm radiator in the sun..


More Kitty Mischief.

The continuing attempts of Casper the Cat to become more closely acquainted with Sid the Goldfish.

Will he ever succeed?


Kitty Mischief.

Photos below: Casper playing with his Christmas present!

It’s so wonderful to have bought Casper something that he actually plays with. More often than not, he either ignores any presents I give him, or uses them for something completely different.

To list just a few..

  • A special ‘igloo’ indoor bed that we bought him, because he is forever hiding inside things.
    He never once went inside, and instead slept on top of it.
  • Catnip bubbles.
    He drank them.
  • Deluxe scratch post with a hiding box at the bottom, and a bed at the top.
    He ignored everything apart from the corners, of which he chewed to pieces. (To be fair, he did occasionally using the scratch post. But still.)
  • A cat lead. I thought I’d get one on the off chance he’d like it.
    He didn’t.
  • A treat dispensing toy. The idea was that the cat plays with the toy, rolling it on the floor and moving it around, and you’d fill it with treats which would fall out when the toy was being played with.
    Casper was completely disinterested, turning his nose up and refusing to even try it out.
  • A wind up mouse.
    He merely gave it the evil eye and flounced off.
  • However, as soon as something isn’t a toy, and isn’t meant for kitties, I have Casper’s full attention. Any piece of string, any plastic bag, any cardboard box. He’s in there like a flash, merrily playing away, hiding in the box, chasing normal (i.e. toxic) bubbles, playing around with the treat box to try to open it and get some treats.. The list is endless.

    I guess cats will be cats. They’re much like kids in this sense – a lot of children would have more fun making a big old cardboard box into a rocket, at virtually no cost, than one of those big expensive plastic cars you can buy for kids nowadays.

    Anyway, Casper actually likes his latest Christmas present! (A furry rustle sack, see A little late for festivities, but..) However, he hasn’t quite grasped the fact that he’s supposed to go in it, not on it. Either way, he’s interested enough in it, which makes me happy. :)

    What a wonderful fluffy nuisance he is.


    P.S. It seems I may have become a ‘crazy cat lady’. I do waaaay too many posts about Casper. Apologies. :)

    A small collection of adorable fluff.


    Cuddles with Casper.

    I love this little guy so much.


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