Oscar & Peter
Saturday 7th October 2006 Our much-loved cat Louis had passed away in March, and after the period of mourning that all cat owners will understand we were up for some new fluffy chums. Holiday and house-sitting commitments in September had to be got out of the way, and then it was a matter of some phone calls to those wonderful people at the Cats Protection League, and a home visit arranged by our local branch to vet us, if you see what I mean. Which all lead to our visit to the Purley Cattery to choose Oscar and Peter. They were strays found together and given their names by a woman in Thornton Heath. We weren't sure about the names, but having realised that the names are suggestive of Oscar Peterson, the jazz pianist, who my dad liked, and what with Louis being suggestive of Louis Armstrong, we're warming. Peter rewarded us with a large crap in his new basket not minutes out from the cattery, necessitating a stop by a park, with a bin, on the Purley Way, and I had to have him on my lap in the back of the car for the rest of the journey so my jeans got...well too much detail maybe. We were advised to keep them in one room for a few days to let them become acclimatised and leave their scent. So we took them into the front room and they both disappeared behind the sofa. We had lunch and sat quietly reading the papers with the cats still behind the sofa. Peter emerged pretty quickly, establishing himself as an affectionate and loudly-purring (like a freight train) and lap-sitting cat. Feeding we left maybe a bit late as Peter tucked in furiously, simultaneously chewing and growling if Oscar came up to the other bowl. So we put the other bowl behind the sofa with Oscar. In the evening I watched a DVD with Peter on my lap (sweet!) and realised Oscar had emerged to sit on the floor by us. I got in a stroke and a chin-skritch, but he dashed back behind the sofa when I stood up. Sunday 8th October Much the same behaviour from both cats today, with Peter becoming very confident. Some cat-loving friends came and he was out with us, and playing with them, for the whole visit. Later I fed the two cats some biscuits after watching a DVD with Peter sprawled on my lap. And, sitting on the floor as they finished, was rewarded with more tentative contact with Oscar, and even some purring, and Peter grooming Oscar's head and then even some grooming/fighting play, not involving me. Monday 9th October Knowing that a postman would be coming to the front door (and I'd have to open it) in the afternoon I waited until he'd come and, at feeding time, left the door to the front room open. They both ate and then Peter (who'd made a dash for freedom last night and got up two flights of stairs before I scooped him back) went and sat on the sofa and watched as Oscar finished his food. And then Oscar went out and explored! When I poked my head around the door he scampered back and hid behind the sofa again. As I type I'm awaiting developments. And as the evening progressed there was more bravery displayed in house exploration, with Oscar pretty brave, but he's yet to venture upstairs. Food and eating, as is ever the case, offer the best opportunities for luring and bonding. Tuesday 10th October Freedom for Oscar now seems to mean a different room's sofa to sleep behind, and after joining me for breakfast, Peter's just joined him. This is all going to take time, I can see. Going down to have something to eat at 7.00pm, I find them both out, and waiting. They eat and wander off, but not behind sofas. After I've eaten I go and sit in the front room to watch some TV. I get Peter on my lap and Oscar curled up next to me. Aaaah! Then Oscar actually goes off upstairs exploring. More progress. Later whilst watching a DVD (A Prairie Home Companion - tedious!) Oscar comes up on the sofa and starts kneading my thighs, but no lap-lounging yet. |
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Wednesday 11th October Oscar disappears after his breakfast, but Peter's still out and about when I wake up and come down for mine, and sticks with me, even while I come upstairs to the PC. As I type he's on the window ledge watching the torrential rain. Continued dingy weather is preventing the taking of any more pics, but the sun did come out a bit (see right). A good acclimatisation-progress day today, with Oscar emerging more and Peter seeming more nervy, for some reason - even becoming spooked by the dishwasher. Both seemed OK with the thunder, and (wondering about their lives previously) both seem to know what a fridge is and what cans can contain - shame it was baked beans in this case. Thursday 12th October The first day that both of us were out at work all day. They seemed to cope - I came home to two cool cats, not immediately weaving around my feet and pleading to be fed! Well, not until I'd taken my coat off. Now they've come upstairs, but they're being pretty patient. Cool! OK, I'll leave off with the daily stuff and get back to you later when Oscar poses in daylight a bit more. The next big step is letting them out into the garden, which we were advised not to do until we'd had them indoors for a few weeks. Hoping that this has been cute and/or educational. |
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Sunday 15th October The proof's in the picture (right). Oscar out and about and happy. And more groomed. Phew! |
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24th January 2007 Some cold morning pics of a white cat in the snow, taking advantage of a rare fall, what with global warming and all. The boys continue to become more settled, and less likely to compulsively gobble their food in one go. Also Peter is becoming more talkative, in fact a bit of a plaintive squeaker, especially when he's happy to find you after thinking he's been left on his own. The garden is now well and truly their territory, and they've not used the litter tray indoors in weeks. Hallelujah! ![]() |
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20th April 2007![]() March was a month-and-half for the cats, and the rest of us. Big and disruptive building work left us all traumatised and covered in dust, and saw the cats back in the cattery that we got them from for a week, while we escaped to Venice. Going to pick them up after the trip the worry was that they might've forgotten us, but as I was distracted into communicating with a sweet cat on my way to Oscar and Peter's pen I'd just started wondering who the noisy blighter was further along when I realised it was Oscar, who'd recognised my voice, and from whom we'd never previously heard the slightest squeak. Aaah! We're still a couple of weeks away from the end of the building work and look forward to the end of the disruption and the return of the cats' fur to some semblance of the previous white colour.
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February 2008 Just a couple of 'Why are you messing around taking photos when we're fainting with hunger?' pics. ![]() |
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August 2012
July 2015
It's been a while...so just a bit of a photographic
catch-up. Recent years have seen them both become a bit noisier with some regular,
if
still quite rare,
squeaking and, Peter particularly, developing a tendency to groans when
relaxing and snorting during feeding.
All good, though.
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23rd April 2018
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