Tag: Clive

Wet Strokes = Hairy Handsies

Wet Strokes = Hairy Handsies

Clive is a bit of an oddball. Ever since kittenhood he’s been obsessed with what the extended family and I have come to know as “wet strokes” (perhaps there’s a better, less paedo-sounding term for it, feel free to suggest one). Every morning, after I’ve finished scalding the sleep and misery from my skin, he …

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Clive – Bringing Home The Rain… and more

Clive – Bringing Home The Rain… and more

The British summer is in full swing and, once again, it’s been raining for over 24 hours. The cats have spent many of these 24 hours guarding their posts by the cat flap, where they stare out into the abyss and shout angrily at me to bring an end to this ceaseless downpour. If only …

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Clive Gets A Friend – When Harvey Met Clive

Clive Gets A Friend – When Harvey Met Clive

Clive was almost two years old when I introduced him to Harvey. He’d spent weeks pining after I moved house and was struggling with living the life of an only cat, having grown up with two others who later took to violently kicking his head in – thus his move to life as an only …

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Welcome Home – From The Cats

Welcome Home – From The Cats

Well that’s me home and another year older. Goodbye youth, hello incontinence pads, copious quantities of gin and in all likelihood, more cats. Immediately home from my trip, Bailey and Harvey shriek “FREE US FROM THIS FILTHY HOVEL”. They shoot between my legs and beat a hasty retreat through next door’s hydrangea (sorry Donna) – …

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Food Rejection

Food Rejection

I recently received a free sample of some apparently hip new cat food alongside my usual purchase and decided to present it to the Trio to see if they fancied a change. They rarely stick with any brand of cat food for more than one fucking day and seemed unfazed when I recently explained to …

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