tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214559682024-03-23T18:24:32.058+00:00Fat Eric and FriendsFat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.comBlogger452125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-26260102231446972672012-08-16T16:41:00.000+00:002012-08-16T16:41:50.479+00:00Two Years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Always remembered, always missed. The best ginger boy in the world. xxx</span></div>
Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-78584325346085526732011-08-16T20:29:00.002+00:002011-08-16T20:32:28.499+00:00A Year At The Bridge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_6NZoBa3RtVqZsiM6McWCoKY28KGvhzeyCwvg91q1nGAOT7-SllzScZ3VGQP4-6g-6kZPEVF-uoEBYqXHxJSmDpK96jdId9zGuaD3DdiRN17s5b2E4iONt3EXKijlFKzMVLZ/s1600/Purrfect+relaxation.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_6NZoBa3RtVqZsiM6McWCoKY28KGvhzeyCwvg91q1nGAOT7-SllzScZ3VGQP4-6g-6kZPEVF-uoEBYqXHxJSmDpK96jdId9zGuaD3DdiRN17s5b2E4iONt3EXKijlFKzMVLZ/s320/Purrfect+relaxation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641554198562931058" /></a>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" >It's a year since he went to the Bridge and we still miss him so much. RIP sweet ginger boy. xxx</span>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-23934827691649713662010-09-18T20:13:00.007+00:002010-09-18T21:37:39.549+00:00Fat Eric - A Photo Memorial (Part 2 of 2)<span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: justify;">I have so many photos of Fat Eric, it was hard to choose the right ones for this final tribute. He was usually happy to pose for the camera, whether at home, in the garden or on his travels. Eric was a well-travelled cat. He made regular trips not only to the kitty jail and the v-e-t but also to his Devon Grandma's house. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQaHUaP8q9vhz2BUyfYXncuN2XecmMf2NjwCqnjzDcHZn-5hkDtU8mDUIgGfBUjpFvJdt0ek6pd2Qo4sJmvmDUY70JwVPHQAeVj0o70XD8ybIpa5kK83NpUjHqJc1HnHMMJdx/s320/Barbara+and+Eric+Feb+2010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518351322314846674" /> He objected to being put in the Evil Cat Carrier and didn't particularly enjoy being put in the car, but once the journey was well underway he would resign himself and usually slept most of the way. His Scratchy Mouse always accompanied him on his travels. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvLgdFK4RHOzHxHjcqQ1kca8uHr1iOs8v2-bfRtbJJNjI8pazaxpPYRnXYHgq-uvne6DEswi_k0Ymt8BL3eztqeKaWx5JtbI8yuHoODkExA2DN4zBUv999UjqKmNXpLaU8yX7/s320/Eric+and+Scratchy+Mouse+on+rug+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518351340884009538" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtewMW_9TdnfuQyg_FCPgHVB8JfJEkNyrPIkpbaSQrwXneelRMOLj9Z6gaayt6tZFi9yhtbwpAVHbhRrIoEejSjklJp08CgyqxwYoFqCJze6uDe7V5gd48XdferygkKoyuuG2/s320/Eric+with+Scratchy+Mouse+Aug+2009.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518352168235087506" />Scratchy Mouse was a combination of scratching pad and best friend, often used by Eric as a pillow or a foot rest. His other favourite scratching post was our wicker laundry basket, the state of which remains a memorial to his claws! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCRrhae73be93gvm3ifSCh-cKLmVnxHZUDVdpNCNpgQBLRWaTO8seosrIYEtx_CffjSWiRCUwrA4VLXgntoucm7iEnsXsKcIGbxpu5mCECqTVO5CzRlrdrQz_Fxs65XXQp8RrJ/s320/Eric+attacking+the+laundry+basket.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518351346660933394" />He also enjoyed snoozing in his fleece bed next to the radiator, but only in the winter months. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv01SiB0aCDJEQweQjk0XKcKhe7UtAFNsXKA3E7uafyElxkqL8WWSf4tkZxZqScNa26atITLwm-FpKgxB49xej02g6vSacbNOgtygP-J8zxTRyBTd2wIi3fNKGZsoXxZFwRxZf/s320/Eric's+radiator+bed+again.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518352175343855842" /> He was a very snuggly mancat who liked to be close to his humans. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnblrSld2wKKy77W8oJgqz0r_HyFxLRnvjO5ae0LSxXZZe6fsnyFHKvUbfxAokn0FPV5JMqysHmP67e0gEiMjfmLZimw3JLbqgAjLtpT-dXtQVAud3QDXXKRLNsop-Q6qIzxL/s320/Reading+with+John+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518353365536652082" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAg18HotAp9464pWMRdKnFfwXFUKrq6VVStxHaAs4oU7fx6H4JFLW-znhZvLOvJ_itCYC37b3KypgqSsXU_rf6XXeATf2IlKEyQgu4eChHKEj0oUoofLM4WGUIebHH52GCBHZ7/s320/Kate+and+Eric+snuggling+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518353403101990818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " />When I broke my leg last year, Eric was happy to spend hours on my lap administering purr therapy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCd0UmfOuCC9GIgURnhmML6Atw2fpTJPXSVgpgvYrBfhg9pmeJG2y8o4FsA8fDRPcORyFlwCnhZwpihSQUKq6V4uUMQVPJNtRSXElDz-RL5KdSyny0WdXozOu5kGqia7w0mKSl/s320/Dr+Eric.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518351331008926114" />Eric liked spending time in his garden if the weather was fine. He never tried to visit neighbours' gardens, but would potter round his own and sunbathe on the patio. In the winter he tended to prefer to stay indoors in the warm. This was one of his favourite spots in the garden. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZzsW9c9khPvTHceonrhDzvFULlXs3MtAZBIdH_aovsQIHoLtEcB893rmiPoPikKIKHQAt1XGR9BjnoNoseUGvmaJPRKR9EksIPr6Nosg8OPkItrlhVJE6M83Okc9ftX6825W/s320/Eric+hiding+behind+rockery.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518352163671201986" />Eric's one problem with enjoying his garden was the constant arrival of Evil Intruder Cats. He hardly ever tried to fight them, since most Evil Intruder Cats would take one look at the huge ginger cat advancing towards them and then they would turn and flee. His arch-nemesis was Marmite, the black intruder who likes to fish for newts in our pond. Eric was non-plussed by the fact that Marmite tended to hang around instead of running away. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmjQoEdFtoo4w-661aNMVJaD6FxV6pvLs4ba5OTMYctPvVTnytnQBDm0g8dj0kPbRF_dk2tBMunjISlEIgtAgRI5ERWZexFnTgjPCbaXvsYcPWbDLi2tbBvDfdIo2QLPjYzBW/s320/Eric+face+to+face+with+Marmite+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518352159812128130" />Eric did tolerate the visits of Skinny Ginger, although they once had a punch-up. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaxOx6XF2BCYRKYg1jE2slugpm404v56svNXZOdqlA4dL4XM6MZ0_eHZgrfUQMr9hCvZBBcIKMvt96m1mzNYjCbnxKO9U91e1X4vb9bxDlNFbnHHx1SLSnvHLBjaQ72hqoPx-e/s320/Skinny+and+Eric+nose+to+nose.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518353389439034482" />In the last few months of his life, Eric spent quite a bit of time with our neighbours' new kitten, Leo. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsHZs7pOj-XzuZWPu9tAaAtZ9JH-hwUTEAp25aQGGXB_5UGpdI4ZHloYT0ZGAFc3WDCBq1_KKm3jQAbPpZr2QgxxzcHPsA_58F3ofBPxzSO5kcxZDR4EXBi9JdriCtQIRzjx7/s320/Eric+and+Leo+with+lasers+on.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518351336445568802" /> Leo liked to follow Eric around - probably looking for a mentor to tell him how to be a Ginger Mancat - and Eric seemed to get used to his presence. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkfCi7V2xCydfjIPfyBbxq7vautMzCmYivpW_NnnYthuznI06uPN_TmcXYfpnc8CZxIksjbUM1LEGwKyG3ofhlYIXUv0FDYQoHlfblxQvoln_Qi09Du9rQbLrrDsR_d4cTfcn/s320/Eric+corners+Leo+on+roller+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518352157177941826" />Since Eric has been gone, Leo has been on several excursions into our house, apparently looking for him. I think he misses him. We all do.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would like to share a few photos of Eric I never used on his blog. These are photos from my phone. This one is a funny one - Eric trying to see what I was doing one day when I was fiddling with my phone...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9O3QVKLtahceAuRbuPtBTYwFJzK5Rbim6toOX_du4p0539efZqMXD7XEdMnvRFtpFrw1h5IP8V85rY1xQiW5oB_rRN0uBUnziRbQt3edSVq5KTKPXpVaTFIN9mjed01ssWcI/s320/Eric+nose+very+close+up.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518354361732778898" />and this one is a beautiful profile shot. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObeiV74y4jE7eqOMo08x08kGhWCjKWC4ZGGhvawFsZywcBFaXO9NyCX_s8_hG77RCL9C7h8d5TWrsfTT2Yqh0LLrtAC-oq7UnbsKfEpVmztXWfxITa2BPuE0w_1wzh7VBxujJ/s320/Eric+in+profile.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518354368180341314" />Getting to the end of this tribute to Fat Eric, I would like to thank Ann at <a href="http://zoolatry.blogspot.com/">Zoolatry</a> for all the graphics she made for Eric over the years - birthdays, Christmas, special occasions, etc. These two she made to honour his passing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJcVhObc_fMjUfr7tGObvXXQwVMB8zND5t6db6ghysJpgnmBOCDx0pU9bXe1oBtrysMX9lJ8ni_vFXr_Uxzd1tBrSq9boyCP5AB17RJCFGWBRfhECahBk0gSeEua-3gnxbOl8/s320/Farewell+Eric.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518354349122268050" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPE9eECrH_8oki7N7PUNRRUTZUG6qPfax8B0pWbRlf97CluNss9o56Qr8KuBiyy-KoZoSZdqJvpDzKJnkEbMPHhYS0wM7g9Yezi9tpVwhDb0Ve9q8RnlE0mKM1Jcem4zp22NNz/s320/Farewlll.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518353404274151202" />And finally, this is the last photo of Eric ever taken.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJANcSzEoq1nZ5y7_XQpu_qLsEf97TxfaJSJODXa5hqshBrsk9Sq9At-J17ea_Hj-DBOwdZ48PnGj_TFhqymayM7lZTHPipJL7uUSXf9GOlFd7ErufaNRtO_WuNo-yQKS1VFJ/s320/Last+Picture+Of+Eric.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518353396080149330" /><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you again for visiting Fat Eric's blog. He was a special boy and it's been lovely sharing him with all of you for nearly five years. I am hoping to continue visiting all his friends, and I have just started a new blog, <a href="https://betweencatsblog.wordpress.com/">Between Cats</a>, which I am going to use to keep up with the cat blogging world until I am adopted by another kitty. Please come and visit me there, and thank you again for being Fat Eric's friends. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_9hjPG737j7BMf8wLnTvRU4-IdFciigLGKnDBNRqidwonhM2oE6ICUys_kURl1zvddqmZHrNJKu8z8gWC4Vi793gciJ9LJPrcKr0g-F28kt1H4bAoKuvVqctMAh_w7aXJv7T/s320/Eric+snuggling+on+chest.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518354354156195298" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fat Eric</div><div style="text-align: center;">1995-2010</div></span>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com55tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-79687911440897457872010-08-31T21:11:00.008+00:002010-08-31T23:11:26.118+00:00Fat Eric - A Photo Memorial (part 1 of 2)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Since Eric went to the Bridge a few weeks ago, I have had an unbelievable number of comments and tributes on his blog, plus e-mails, Facebook messages and even ca</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">rds, for which I need to say thank you. Eric was such a lovely, cuddly, purry floofy boy and Gorgeous Ginger. We miss him very much, and it's clear that lots of you loved him and will miss him too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I wanted to do some memorial posts with pictures of Eric, which has proved difficult as I have to choose from nearly 500 photos, some of which were never used on </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">his blog. I hope you like the ones I have chosen and they show him at his floofy best!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Eric and his sister Hattie moved into our </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">new house on October 26th, 2003. They were 8 years old at the time and had been waiting to be rehomed at the <a href="http://www.chestnutcatsanctuary.co.uk/">Chestnut Cat Sanctuary</a>. They <a href="http://fatericandfriends.blogspot.com/2006/03/hatties-story-part-1-of-2.html">settled in immediately</a> and acted as though they had been runn</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">ing the house for years. These pictures were taken about 3 days after their adoption.</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9aaukhoeNDAZIdi8poLB3hDce_UD55stcvuBPY0YCmO8p2xMlV9Ym6WtF92nsxIvtSzSjLqYYlH3mu9guojNIPvP58aFLe3U4YuNwtAVLLjte8DcB8QwkuEMAUl52_aYN-NnN/s320/hattie+and+eric+on+the+sofa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511695979759563666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRi-5FmUkcGGYNddcmz3KwtPVyr3dZ-XciycJ7gY_MdoyIiE3tKYebG0ySWUGc9gDA74H07BbxYBhrC0Z7qUrYP6p5QVfcc45xvGvFdplP8eK2G8W-ztAcDjsSyekQf-_PHvg-/s320/waiting+for+email.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511698352412601074" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHSIZqMgk33gY4Lok1Hpv_zxvkAY-b2aRat7d7qz8wgtmlikFvdrXmzUfGjDiq-KAdsJVtRDgb-6lBFCwEaMHlbGKj30SeeAasXXlNIhEVdHig_c0Go-LaVX2AFICmwA7QELe/s320/Vying+for+the+best+spot+on+the+boxes.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511698373914948818" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Unfortunately we only had Hattie for a few months, as she developed cancer and had to be helped to the Bridge <a href="http://fatericandfriends.blogspot.com/2006/03/hatties-story-part-2-of-2.html">in March 2004</a>. From that time onwards, Fat Eric decided to adopt the role of Spoilt Only Cat, and he discovered the possibilities of cat-</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">blogging in January 2006 with <a href="http://fatericandfriends.blogspot.com/2006/01/introducing-myself.html">his first post</a>. He was inspired to blog after reading about the adventures of other early cat-bloggers such as <a href="http://psychokitty.blogspot.com/">Max the Psychokitty</a>, <a href="http://littlecf.blogspot.com/">Scooby, Shaggy and Scout</a>, <a href="http://crewsviews.blogspot.com/">the Crew</a>, <a href="http://williamthecat.blogspot.com/">William of Mass Destruction</a> and the <a href="http://thecalicogirls.blogspot.com/">Big Piney Woods Cats</a>. Eric enjoyed cat-blogging, although sometimes he found using the computer rather tiring...</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJ21oAyLgoG_M0pSAuM6s4GkB21Rttl0gJERO8geTpHfChyj3V9dOiiOzVQRHYfaVtK4sp7sTB-sXl9fn4kh8cgMjAljn0ho1mkOsdcm35ROZ84eq7gPgt4B2tubTsU5Wmq-A/s320/Fat+Eric+on+the+computer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511698363861754498" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">He soon found that the internet was the perfect place for sharing pictures of his immense floofaciousness...</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdzmb31bYT3qBLB6let9sSr7Mw7jq3LYh6YuVOHOnF5aQHwsWO9920hgkg7YoBWoILVf47mYfIdU3Vtc0BittGPGgCU3det7IRrto1xLhyqbNJz08D_ICjxl7V80gsyTsj9mc/s320/Eric+washing+4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511707174673732354" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8PCSNAo3dV3w5pOglpdEqePFZ7b3E0ldMUy4TpxCq-Hue67YZ3qCDkvqOktTC0oAVfN9T6o808p3zZwWhdYPU7rtRUYeFneDxjIutGy5arb3cJ3Yaq7NqevbWA905Zfi7k0I/s320/Tickle+me+now!.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511698381516102722" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDWfc9e3kDo-YgeETXB9_Y2IOkZnx31BY5395WiiNsapVXZG76ZwFzNfNXi7qHlUlxzCLLHye6kZOyz4fpX8DvKR2B63Nj46OpZAzq194qp4aLFMSWuxTq-0uVu12xL_RZTzY/s320/Eric+sleeping+between+legs+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511707167774731314" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1oDM6p5G_C3gllN3T7dOXbOwlo9ZfFUmapb0CIPjjUBBCALJJDshyphenhyphenBLLBqSNVUCZ98isPlsfYl6i09k1Sh_HW5R2MuyL6EkSE1cl_6VICrBKxG-Orttd9FQLGmGsWA_X9J6q5/s320/Eric+sleeping+between+Kate%27s+feet.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511707165330729186" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">and for showing other kitties exactly how relaxation should be done...</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjOqLEBjEzBKCV3nMgjGIPuiLecakRBpLkPvM2Kx9INx5qpAfd9_tdVfrAp13AuJ6fd9kjVd5KdDt5Wkzmq2GyfVC4sxEyOsO4lbaPS67-etws1sj8d2POuwvMNfZAiZPEc-k/s320/pillow+cat.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511707156820598146" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFzKGMxKe9D5F4qz_8zX4atGv2kkkpMxqdXGL4qJZNis0KWxmTm32knDcnFldzMLbsKbhlg_1zDzcsuxYL4VVRhPRE9VrX_eTAwsced4Dm9z3IPFjPsOMADqcX_pzz5QU11JGJ/s320/Eric+exhausted+from+blogging.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511710783691110050" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkqUl9wZUWfxDjOnVCLCzATO36XeijPHWvxaIoca3a2RGTCf3kq5xgZH6z5iDoceBo_HBEumNs_Qwzw7PxI5lbCtmppna7TP20NJGLbEBAsBM_3_HknG3k0E7NjYrJae_B8HL/s320/eric+the+most+relaxed+cat+in+the+world.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511698389584574082" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ol3YTk5Y4DMR1MU4EGiPdjPUSkELif-OuwNmBoSXIMsDR5XlcdUZLZCrvWiiSE25HR67btIBMDfEcv2GwM4pg6DYSkmRK85nqfy9Lg2j4blxwnEXZhqSDEHHiUZv8ehOmVQ1/s320/Purrfect+relaxation.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511710793494771186" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8sbxbTtabJ9YdYCduwAkSUbB6DvsXqEh-ktlUQmd_onJa6yHXwhbvxAWLEhojphQxAkFAVR8h-Kij86iYEGH75Za6KSFGGrlrxA4EGcR2xD5CykosK9loAIH5mTbDaX2AS_CS/s320/eric+doing+what+he+does+best.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511707151864056786" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">The friends he made in the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://www.blog.catblogosphere.com/">Cat Blogosphere</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"> helped Eric to discover some of his new favourite things. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://darlingmillie.blogspot.com/">Darling Millie</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">'s mum made him his very own personalised Gizzy Quilt...</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmo8U4q-n5NP9YFdpb8DtPlgFdClgYbJ6uddExZw_WbimN_u6bYK2qtvp5-73kfVG6VZlexR7WZ4SOBnVxfPLxnKRHKJZrxmY8PLpqAdGooGzvck6PdxohaFOwpBnrtrasWJ-/s320/Quilt+7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511710809103995346" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">...and good friends like <a href="http://derbysassycat.blogspot.com/">Derby</a> kept him supplied with Feline Greenies, which were Eric's most favourite treat right to the end. Since Greenies aren't sold in the UK, many times Eric was in danger of running out, but thankfully the supplies from Mericky always arrived in time in avert a crisis!</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8OehzU_sOdhS3ncVS7dMgKWeQezamsDtY8gD4myY4aXL_Jc1dMZMHNvLMfTofnEyCGoKEIpZAgYugKbwZfNwG74gGgcYBomx3gsbTBwLlBKFvq5cc1n4PqU_L5naMa_fF1s8B/s320/Eric+opening+Greenies+March+2010+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511710799051321378" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Still to come in the next part of Fat Eric's Photo Memorial - tales of Eric's travels across the UK, stories of his constant battle against Evil Intruder Kitties and pictures of him in his garden. I'll try to complete it in a few days.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-60132128973254623662010-08-18T03:18:00.002+00:002010-08-18T03:32:24.724+00:00Fat Eric Has Gone To The Rainbow Bridge<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">This is Kate, Fat Eric's mum, here.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">This is a very sad post for me to write. I have been in America and Canada for the last two weeks and I am in Montana now where Eric's Uncle Sim lives. I have been in touch with the cattery where Eric has been while we were away and I knew on Friday that he was going to see their v-e-t as he was not eating well again and didn't seem to be feeling well. Unfortunately I then spent this past weekend in the mountains where there was no phone or internet, so I have had to wait several days to find out how he was doing. When we got here tonight I had several e-mails and a phone message from Kathie at the cattery, who gave us the devastating news that her vet diagnosed Eric with a tumour on his kidney which had become very large very quickly. He consulted with our own vet and did some more blood tests which confirmed that Eric had begun suffering considerable pain. He was unable to stand up properly at that point. These symptoms had come on very quickly. Kathie and her staff were terribly upset and Kathie had stayed up with Eric nearly all night before he went to the vet. I had told her that I authorised her and the vet to do what was best, and the vet strongly advised that Eric was now suffering and there was no effective treatment at this point, and at his age (nearly 15). They took the decision to send him to the Bridge and put him out of his pain yesterday, Monday. Kathie then had the horrible job of letting me know what had happened today, Tuesday.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Thank you, everyone, for your good wishes to Eric. I am so sorry that I don't have good news to share with you. We will miss him so much. I have told Kathie that she did the right thing and, although I wish I had been there with him at the end, I am glad that he did not suffer for longer than necessary. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">When I get home to the UK, which won't be for another week, I will post a proper memorial for Fat Eric with pictures. I know it's going to be so hard when we get home to a house filled with his stuff. Thank you all again for your love for Fat Eric. He was a great character and we will all miss him so much. I have had more than one cat in my life, but he was special, and all his friends knew that.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Kate</span></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com180tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-90133101840637769642010-08-03T13:49:00.004+00:002010-08-03T14:00:57.176+00:00Am In Jail, Please Send Purrs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQjIpYEA_ltecqUCdrULegfVXohXqzHCoH7KGZX0-42u2fRj1A-LlsgoRU9hwZrvA4qnHZAcNzUKW-toCjhYwk_7QzjpOS3SGFEEhCAEnEF_9tDS7AVtLHQcT7eTyMNqBpFUu/s1600/Eric+in+super+close+up.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQjIpYEA_ltecqUCdrULegfVXohXqzHCoH7KGZX0-42u2fRj1A-LlsgoRU9hwZrvA4qnHZAcNzUKW-toCjhYwk_7QzjpOS3SGFEEhCAEnEF_9tDS7AVtLHQcT7eTyMNqBpFUu/s320/Eric+in+super+close+up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501181768130354978" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Well, I tried to make my mum feel as guilty as possible about putting me in kitty jail when I have just been poorly, but I still had to go. My humans are going to Mericky tomorrow (to Seattle, then to Victoria, BC, and then to Montana where Uncle Sim lives) and this morning I was packed up with all my special food, my comb, my Scratchy Mouse, my Greenies, my kidney pills, my Gizzy quilt and all my luggage and taken to the kitty jail. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This is </span><a href="http://www.catboarding.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">the same kitty jail</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> I have been to several times in the last two years, and it is not too bad as kitty jails go. It is attached to the the cat rescue centre where my sister Hattie and I were adopted from seven years ago. The people who work there are always very nice to me. My mum spent ages this morning explaining all about my recent ailments and my medicine and my food and my likes and dislikes. I sat in my jail cell and looked at her as if to say <i>"How could you abandon me here?" </i>and then I got distracted because one of the ladies who works there offered me a dish of sardine and mackerel stinky goodness and I started eating it, and when I had finished, my mum had left. I know she feels bad about leaving me and she wants me to keep eating and try to put some weight back on, so I will try. I am here for a long time, until August 26th. I am sorry I won't be able to get round the blogosphere to visit my friends. Please send purrs for me to eat well during my time in kitty jail and for a happy reunion with my humans in three weeks. I wonder if Leo will miss me?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Purrs to all. F.E.</span></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-66484091575467122162010-08-01T23:59:00.004+00:002010-08-02T00:29:23.060+00:00Fur and Flowers<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Well, once again I have to thank all my friends for their concern over my health. Things have been going along quietly here. My mum is on holiday from school so we have been spending lots of time together while my dad is still at work. I am still being quite a picky eater so she has been tempting me with different flavours of stinky goodness. I am eating every</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"> day but still not as much as I once used to. Actually I was out in the garden the other day with my mu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">m and I sort of ate a slug just to see what it tasted like. Then I yakked all over the hall carpet. That w</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">as</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">n't very much fun at all really.</span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am getting a kidney pill every evening now. I am napping a lot too. I still have some tangles and knots in my floof, even though the v-e-t shaved some of the matted bits. I used to enjoy being combed but I don't like it any more and I run away when I see my mum coming with the comb; I remember it hurt when she tried to comb out the mats before. She is hoping I will get back to liking being combed again because it is all a bit stressful at the moment. I am still happy to have some cuddling and some laptime, though.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It has been quite warm here. I am mostly choosing to stay in the house and nap when my mum goes out and does sweaty things like gardening. Leo does a good job snoopervising because he is so nosy he can't stand it if people are doing gardening without him. Here are some pictures of his snoopervising techniques.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXZeJzqNv0PEUAv7d5I_eY2IED-wLp-ozeH70ghHfAwxbdkz3KOIvBZpnV-3ln1cfGzrMmyub4pCuK1dJm6C4M1YYQrN_lV1txUbMTU2tQZDYBK6qSll3phcR0fa7wPFLCCYL/s320/Leo+being+friendly+3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500601859196280194" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4E4Yl2GheheuuLOIvSMmgOEetsKnZF3gJTNUU8vkU5P7cEVg723cbO9Mj42ySCBKS47PdIf5IfxRH-cEy5U0Ih6tyTJBpauYERJeq7z5QlWh8uGZOU1QnB254MKdqkCPIVAkC/s320/Leo+being+friendly+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500599922389699922" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTjS_QYLIA3hwna8Z9Iu2aUF0YIuT4fx8SsnM0wsXr62SbqjZfdiPy-FjUNtpJbgLMtgdmuDFV2c29ggEJidMbvQ634wWUPM4_a_2Sl0MBt704OG__uZxxWW8RkZeg9oppi1l/s320/Leo+being+friendly+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500601855392078386" />The flowers on our patio are looking very pretty at the moment. They were supposed to be all yellow and white this year, but some of the white ones my mum bought sneakily came out blue instead. Can you spot some of the rogue blue flowers?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5hHzLH6mhhMq_J6O-YGSBD_Eilrk1ibO7zg1WsKCqclEoCaX6ZSvViM53hE8r8rSosLnofAMc88cZtW6tOAWOC52F1tZwD05MBxUdqFIg_-n76mhIlph61P-TOsiQ0Rsxmwz/s320/Hanging+basket+2010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500599918217385026" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6SwySIVL_56vdSeULybm-r4DhWL1PDs-9SFofoVK9din_0zARolLqfmBtx2wM3eTFMsU1IQKTcxIqWAMGHxOVBhL8eqrpVLB0SrS9nZ6pS8UQcnaIBwelPiW-UcbdrYcYMFz/s320/Patio+containers+2010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500599911665460306" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-sAYzYDHkX5dpO-xpp3YNkTRY3T2zk8x08-Pk9aldLIsM3o_Lq-oidd153NVs9SKx_xO1eVg5h7_j3fZY8wZhtALLSMbiTMtlTpz3ZqM6XwGs_bjePZlqoymgV2TQYOkrN6p/s320/Patio+basket+detail+2010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500599904507060546" />We also had a jungle of potato plants but most of the potatoes have been dug up and eaten by the humans now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9k5WO1ADWVQ5x8aOZ_lSbScR7LNN34oZi_NOspjBSVgAUjAWuuoTDar-T8dhI4Uk5mo7da4BG7BVXGOhimzlzLG7XHQeWcqEZztOMx0B4FH6yZojkSmKb1zmUZt345pdTQKp8/s320/Potato+jungle.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500601853068518450" />I am worried about something - yesterday my dad went up in the loft and got the two big suitcases down. Why do you think he did that? They wouldn't, would they?!</div></span>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-3195356011004457032010-07-23T22:27:00.003+00:002010-07-23T23:08:10.999+00:00Good News And Bad News<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm overwhelmed by all the purrs and good wishes from all my friends since I have not been feeling too good and had to go to the v-e-t. I'm sorry I have kept you all waiting this week for an update, but it has been a bit hectic here. It was my mum's final week at school and today was the first day of her summer holiday. She doesn't have to teach any sticky little people again until September. However, she has spent the last week going in early and running round madly packing stuff into boxes and moving furniture (she is moving into a different classroom next term), throwing away rubbish, saying goodbye to her class and doing all that end-of-term stuff. And the rest of the time she has been devoting herself to my well-being, obviously. So our time for getting on the computer has been very limited.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, now she is on her holidays and can devote herself to me full-time! That is, unless my humans have any dastardly plans for going away which they haven't told me about yet. And I know they would feel bad about leaving me when I am poorly. The good news that I am already feeling a bit better. I haven't had to go back to the v-e-t yet but the v-e-t has phoned my mum twice and they have had long chats about me. The Loud Australian V-e-t, who is my regular v-e-t and knows all about my history and my diabetes, came back from his holiday in time to go through my blood tests. He made the lab redo a couple of the tests because the results weren't very clear, but luckily I didn't have to go and have any more blood stolen because they just used the blood they already stole from me before to do the new tests. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Apparently I <em>did</em> have an infection so it is a good thing the Quiet Calm V-e-t I saw gave me some antibiotics straight away. I have been taking them for six days and they have definitely helped me to start feeling better. I was hardly eating anything before and now I am eating about two bowls full of food per day. My mum would still like me to eat a bit more to put some weight back on, but it is a good start. Also I have been given all my favourite foods and some gourmet varieties to tempt my appetite, and it is working! My mum has to be careful when she is picking out different kinds of stinky goodness and read all the ingredients because of my diabetic diet. I can have stinky goodness with jelly but not with gravy because the gravy stinky goodness usually says "with sugars" on the ingredients list and that would be bad for me. And some flavours I won't eat now at all, like beef or lamb or turkey. I like tuna, salmon, mackerel, sardine and chicken flavours. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am being very good about taking my antibiotic pills. The v-e-t said my mum could either give me the whole capsule or open the capsule and put the powder in my food. But I won't eat any foods with hidden medicine in them, so I just get the whole capsule posted down my throat. My mum says I am very easy to pill, compared to my late sister Hattie, whose twice-daily pill-taking sessions (before she went to the Bridge) involved two humans, wrapping in towels, thrashing, scratching, yowling and much stress for all involved. I pretty much just open wide and swallow! It helps that my mum bought a tube of one of the most yummy things ever - <em>Deli Soft Cheese With Smoked Salmon!!!!</em> Just for me!!!! And every time I swallow a pill, I get to lick up some of the delicious <em>Deli Soft Cheese With Smoked Salmon</em> immediately afterwards! It is so worth it!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Unfortunately, even though I am feeling better with the antibiotics and have started to eat more, the blood test results weren't <em>all </em>good news. Most of the tests were fine, but my kidney values were not great and also I am becoming a hyperthyroid kitty. The Loud Australian V-e-t wants to start me on a daily pill to help my kidneys, and maybe later on I might need to have some thyroid medicine too, but he wants to manage any medications very carefully so that it doesn't upset my diabetes, which has been under good control for the last three years. So my mum is going to see him tomorrow to talk about me and pick up some kidney pills. He is also going to keep an eye on my teeth, but he doesn't want to send me to sleep for dental work unless he absolutely <em>has</em> to, because of my age and my health. My mum says I shouldn't worry about all this medical stuff, because it's just something that often happens to senior catizens like me, and I know my humans and the Loud Australian V-e-t will take good care of me. My mum says all I have to worry about is eating as much as I can and trying to get a bit fatter again because she doesn't like being able to feel all my bones under my floof. I think I will make her happy and go and have a snack now, I think I can smell tuna!</span> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497240372374677090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXG1yHWCCifiG10m86qKFqGdNlI9DHpDR1q_usNIJigtbbaF50Cbj5hAdrdqD7v3hGctMQVknNWPVpg1R1GMYUf6aitR_PndkzMJderL2M4x6AScuYBekmmSNB_EfkUIzObWtR/s320/Eric+with+thumb.jpg" /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>(This is an old picture because I don't want any pictures of me with the shaved patches all over where the V-e-t shaved off my mats last weekend!)<br /></em></span><div></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Thank you again for all the purrs and the well-wishes, my furriends. May you all get <em>Deli Soft Cheese With Smoked Salmon</em> whenever you have to take pills! Yummy!</span></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-22867587150821132932010-07-17T23:37:00.002+00:002010-07-17T23:59:13.429+00:00V-e-t Update<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">Thank you so much for all the purrs, furr-iends. I got tossed into the Evil Cat Carrier this morning and taken to the v-e-t. There were four other cats there in the waiting room, some of them meowing VERY loudly, but I just gave a very little mew or two. I got treated like a VIP because I got seen first so I didn't have to wait for ages. The Loud Australian V-e-t is on holiday so I got the Quiet Calm V-e-t instead, which I really prefer. He was very impressed by how laid-back I was on the v-e-t table. I sat there and let him examine me so as to get it over quickly, and I tried to give him some schlurpy hairlicks when he bent down. I got weighed to see exactly how much weight I had lost. Last time I was weighed at the v-e-ts was in January and I was 7.1 kg (15.6 lb). Now I am only 5.8 kg (12.7 lb). Maybe everyone will start calling me Skinny Eric. Six years ago I weighed 21 lb! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, the v-e-t had a good look at me and he wasn't sure why I was losing my appetite and getting skinny. He noticed I had a bad tooth at the back of my mouth and my lymph glands in my neck were a bit swollen. That could be for several reasons, maybe even the bad tooth is causing a bit of an infection, or it could be something else altogether. The v-e-t took me in a back room and stole some of my blood to send to the lab for tests. They are going to test for thyroid disease, kidney problems and some other things which the v-e-t wants to check. He also gave me an antibiotic injection (in case I have an infection) and some antibiotic pills for my mum to give me at home for a few days. He shaved a patch on my neck when he was stealing my blood, and he also shaved off a few mats I had on my bottom which my mum hadn't been able to comb out. Now I look moth-eaten because of my shaved parts! And I smell like the v-e-t's office! Then he charged my mum £175 and sent us home. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Now we have to wait a few days for the results of my blood tests to come back. As soon as we got home I went and ate nearly a whole bowl full of food because I thought maybe if I ate more they wouldn't make me go back to the v-e-t again. Then I went and hid under the yellow chair in the spare room for a while to get over the whole traumatic experience. After that, my mum had to go and do some of her funny Morris dancing this afternoon at a festival, so my dad and I kept each other company and napped most of the the afternoon. Tonight my humans had Chinese takeaway and I was allowed to have a couple of prawns which were yummy! It seems to make my humans very happy when I eat stuff these days.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Thank you again everyone for all the purrs. I will let you know what the v-e-t says about my blood tests. Tomorrow I am going to chill out at home and maybe give Leo some more Mancat training if I feel up to it. Purrrrssssssss.</span></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-74494236976943481962010-07-16T22:07:00.003+00:002010-07-16T22:33:32.841+00:00Purrs Please<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUAWDsF20nDB129A1bpMBNJ1T4EKue7mAtVnKIKHN7LxAYw3KVjj57S2xIWUAjnNnSAMF7GR8T9HVvjeUh-Egd_s-OOMSp1pZdiY7lUuqivwgBGOxGin_jyB4o8XdWAQCDyFO/s1600/Eric+in+the+night+garden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUAWDsF20nDB129A1bpMBNJ1T4EKue7mAtVnKIKHN7LxAYw3KVjj57S2xIWUAjnNnSAMF7GR8T9HVvjeUh-Egd_s-OOMSp1pZdiY7lUuqivwgBGOxGin_jyB4o8XdWAQCDyFO/s320/Eric+in+the+night+garden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494633761408926594" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I overheard my mum saying I have to go to the v-e-t tomorrow. I haven't been feeling completely myself for a few weeks, and I don't have my usual hearty appetite. I am still eating a little bit and using my litter box, and I never turn down Greenies, but I can't seem to eat more than half of my dinner or breakfast. My mum talked to the v-e-t recently but at the time it was very hot here and they thought maybe it was just that I was so hot and uncomfortable in my floof that I had lost my appetite. But now it is not so hot and I am still not really hungry and I have lost quite a lot of weight lately, so I have to go and see the v-e-t tomorrow morning. My mum is worried about me. Please send purrs that it turns out to be nothing serious. </div></span>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-34039923068776256602010-07-07T00:01:00.000+00:002010-07-06T23:07:22.343+00:00Wednesday Is Gingersday<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jWkNm9GxGsa6ak4rsGO3UbAnpq7H4xlznf6nC5EkBNzG20Yul0wWV5sxSQc2TPhxh1RlkdqrQUv91aCIaP8l48YsgPOsxupD5vxKuC20oxD8G7JDYl4egOpaZBL6vQGBceb1/s320/Eric+and+Leo+plotting+1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490932801432169570" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: justify;">So, Leo, here's the deal. I've been feeling a bit off-colour lately with all this hot weather. You're young and energetic, not to mention hyperactive. If you keep patrolling the garden on my behalf, and pounce that Marmite whenever he shows his face, I might even let you do your own post on my blog...</div></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckPQ4ixDwb0i3f7Ksqj9LuuNWJyEdA8DOYbwI_ii6Ey98eI4D8MBWbN4mQSK9Gsa_tv3yjFZSNTkakYEzmSpsarbMyQrgG0gAIauLGUN5oLVrBsH5iyGKZl6fjFT47YWSKMME/s320/Eric+and+Leo+plotting+2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490932810644881106" /><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">...Wait, did someone open a bag of treats behind us?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-12741144854681010322010-06-14T20:46:00.003+00:002010-06-14T20:53:34.466+00:00Multiple Mancat Monday<div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Marmite, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, <em>GET OUT OF MY GARDEN!!!</em></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482734769415828530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIXIbnEcISoRPZ6J98YW_VkyHiV32cyKbIPcuZGCZ8l_Cn7KV6dhj1COe01eqEPA9Oxmv32vndwlT2nf3dzzOQXXmPWt1PSBX0aFJWhMGfyoW0KFAvb53kF-VTpgZcthlbF1_/s320/Eric+and+Marmite+by+the+bird+table.jpg" /> <div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">If I turn my back on him, maybe he'll go away...</span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482734780683097458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvzDJznr8a4ClWdKZRTTLYplgepX1_2WGhMgtPcseQ2UZ56A2dxXe2i-0FZ5jhsB-cR2EupVhVPbkBR0zHHSpigb9-2OjnodH8DBiHGBd3Ta4K6MX7RzqiY41dMEHtAN2MoqMx/s320/Eric+and+Marmite+by+the+bird+table+2.jpg" /> <div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Of course, what he doesn't know is that at this very moment my mini-ginger sidekick is lurking in the lavender, waiting for a good opportunity to pounce -<em> PREPARE TO BE POUNCED AGAIN, MARMITE!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482734759704222370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji51lumi5a-EX-s2ZW5Bsl3VP8NFAG_yuWw13eR7jRr0XyVDOis_4DhxjbSeijhMI9s8QsyeD16MXhE9yP7qmt3e_7DqbaAlbGGyuRO3T-ZGPEDJVgpEGv3s3df7Wum3qYn3DU/s320/Leo+hiding+in+the+lavender.jpg" /></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Heh, heh, heh.</span></div></div></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-4661555446512991382010-05-31T23:48:00.005+00:002010-06-01T22:30:59.967+00:00Checking In - With A Funny Story To Share<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Thanks to all my friends for your concern over my health. It really freaks my humans out when I don't finish my meals, because they are used to me cleaning my bowl. I have continued to be very fussy about which flavours of stinky goodness I will eat now, but I think I have reached an agreement on my menus with my mum. I am pretty much back to my old self and my diabetes is still under good control, so that's OK. My mum did some yakking herself last Friday and spent a few days sitting around feeling seedy, so I was a good lapcat and cheered her up. We are both fine now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I have been an extra-cuddly kitty lately. I like to spend as many hours as possible plastered over the front of a human sleeping on them and keeping them warm with my floof. Drooling on them is good too. My mum has a week off school now for the half-term holiday, so I should get some extra opportunities for cuddling. We are planning to do some gardening together too if the weather is good enough. It's gone all chilly again, just when we thought it was summer.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Something very funny happened this week. I was snoozing inside the patio windows and I noticed that Evil Intruder Kitty, Marmite, sitting by my pond doing his usual favourite activity of looking for newts. Here's an example of what he looks like when doing this:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtwVmE5SDThDGhPpGf4J_biz4e1LyDdfKJyZCZzip-DahhE7owWt__4ZkoZgaZohyeNVeY7xGqZ5C3FI3ypI8LVHeRr8wyRvzrU4MHDBqPljWSc8PNFcZwfjZPHvAIYtIPwD41/s320/Marmite+looking+shiny+by+the+pond.jpg" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Anyway, there he was just sitting there thinking about newts when, all of a sudden, BAM! A sort of small ginger Scud missile launched itself through the air and POUNCED him!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnuRg_cFyWRpTR43aejt8Z11vxTOAXYsG8uf15hF5QDtl2DAjmq-DDiDL4_Powgg5mvP0p_Rs-jDj8eyvH7u0WTlZvVs6zwQT3AGkEwkq3pVhWBCLOqgQV-L-g7qgiA6tDilf/s320/Leo+hidden+beneath+kerria.jpg" /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Of course it was Leo, the hyperactive kitten from next door who seems to think he lives here most of the time. He has been practising pouncing things a lot recently - mostly butterflies, flowers, birds, that kind of thing. He leaps around the garden like a maniac. I never saw him try to pounce Marmite before though! Marmite nearly jumped out of his fur with shock (shame he didn't fall in the pond!) and then ran off down the garden at top speed. I was still inside the window going <i>BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!</i> as I watched all this. My mum saw it too, she thought it was pretty funny. I may have to consider rewarding young Leo in some way for this legendary Marmite-pouncing. He'd better not try pouncing me though!</span></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-37477666674196458382010-05-16T22:16:00.005+00:002010-05-16T22:40:00.874+00:00Uneasy Like Sunday<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6heAhglyj3HdndVS-1ImoU0hHlZ2ClgMgFDaspqlT78BqrFrn69gn2iEO8xlqi7c4dX0-T2a2GO6AU5wPrSl9HZpFuyqvEc-DbiPq6tO4hgA4UoZsKriVY0mRkHn6slW3hK8Z/s320/Cosy+Eric+on+Barbara%27s+sofa.jpg" /> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sorry, I haven't blogged for a while. I haven't been feeling too well for the last week or so, and my mum and dad have been worrying about me. I have had an upset stomach and some smelly litterbox problems and there has been some yakking. Plus I suddenly decided that I no longer like the brand of canned food I have been eating for the last three years which helps to control my diabetes so I went on hunger strike and lost some weight. My mum has tried a couple of different brands and found one I will eat, but I am being very picky about which flavours I will eat now, so she has had to experiment with the different flavours to tempt my appetite.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">However, don't worry about me too much, I have started eating more again and my litterbox problems seem to have sorted themselves out. And I never stopped wanting to eat Greenies, cheese or tuna, even when I was turning my nose up at different flavours of canned food! I am acting more like myself again after a few days of being sad and just wanting to curl up and take quiet naps to forget about my stomach ache. With a few purrs from my friends I am sure I will be back to normal in no time.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My Cornish Auntie (mum's sister) has been visiting us for a few days but my humans got up at 5 a.m. this morning (on a Sunday!) and took her to Heathrow airport so that she could go on holiday to Mericky. She is in New York now, so if any of you Mericky kitties see my Cornish Auntie, please take care of her for me! Then she is going to Toronto. I wonder if she will see any Canadian cats?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Of course, while I have been feeling under the weather and entertaining my Cornish Auntie, I haven't been able to do my duty in keeping those Evil Intruder Cats out of my garden - there is an <i>infestation!</i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDms8IuAePSDqB5FUak5jVxllNWhTuYandCghym4Ybb5Zm5-mGXGgxLHtTYd2YWp33AJbjlOJ_2bHfG7SsKxAaQvfZ-UM9ceVf71FBsS7DA_WUaTMvmJfBndqPmb5IwCM7WZK/s1600/Tuxie+Visitor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDms8IuAePSDqB5FUak5jVxllNWhTuYandCghym4Ybb5Zm5-mGXGgxLHtTYd2YWp33AJbjlOJ_2bHfG7SsKxAaQvfZ-UM9ceVf71FBsS7DA_WUaTMvmJfBndqPmb5IwCM7WZK/s320/Tuxie+Visitor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471999532842276242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJsOt6mpNBQ9QQBvJRp6NmWRcJRk_y-DzzfnwNVA66Pic3slxihjGPw_gSXjYY9vz2lUmQJYJ0G0vVLrJh_hi9OeUd7xgqa420vn-rkTpGnbXFtmsQZxjjOv2iLomjEd_gMaa/s1600/Spike+hiding+in+the+undergrowth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJsOt6mpNBQ9QQBvJRp6NmWRcJRk_y-DzzfnwNVA66Pic3slxihjGPw_gSXjYY9vz2lUmQJYJ0G0vVLrJh_hi9OeUd7xgqa420vn-rkTpGnbXFtmsQZxjjOv2iLomjEd_gMaa/s320/Spike+hiding+in+the+undergrowth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471999521761039298" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVxF_nMEWaDxXjiM4ikq34ORqlOxOzVheS78lpMEI5QQ6iULXwY25UASPLB5fhaIPddBxR9dKotJvSdKQst5qLJhT3ChJ3pdxQ615rF5za9D-aO86SCIEqR27Xb9xsLqqksjN/s320/Leo+hiding+in+the+bushes.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div></div></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-48177621380075336082010-05-01T12:21:00.001+00:002010-05-01T12:28:13.468+00:00Saturday Caturday - Captions Please!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-PzZ8PfCQidZBg6phBAv_rB4iwPbvMS0LTnZUYFu-5CKsUtfPMlVCPmVzhy_N3PIyaZAnG38Wm1tfqf_3x96Mn61T1lT7T05G07pnbSpxnuLRc5MSU38fHW5aTP_yIigHAm1/s1600/Eric+corners+Leo+on+roller+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466277267866531570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_-PzZ8PfCQidZBg6phBAv_rB4iwPbvMS0LTnZUYFu-5CKsUtfPMlVCPmVzhy_N3PIyaZAnG38Wm1tfqf_3x96Mn61T1lT7T05G07pnbSpxnuLRc5MSU38fHW5aTP_yIigHAm1/s320/Eric+corners+Leo+on+roller+2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCAUEZQvnJ-C3rWva6gQgbkU-6oC8844I7GORbA8Ub5lGib7WVzLnE6ztf_3ZuUHSw91LGKfjtYCM68kf_Duant5Gd4fEZSNIirS6wARCiB-v49JnBpLVdHEo6wW5tKv2xess/s1600/Eric+corners+Leo+on+roller+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466277258730803298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCAUEZQvnJ-C3rWva6gQgbkU-6oC8844I7GORbA8Ub5lGib7WVzLnE6ztf_3ZuUHSw91LGKfjtYCM68kf_Duant5Gd4fEZSNIirS6wARCiB-v49JnBpLVdHEo6wW5tKv2xess/s320/Eric+corners+Leo+on+roller+1.jpg" /></a> <div> </div></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-44272871116118625302010-04-28T22:38:00.006+00:002010-04-28T23:05:52.962+00:00Spring In The Garden<div><div><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Remember back in January when our garden was all frozen and covered in snow? This is what my pond looked like then:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465325307426025058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguRIXCNZQxb_F3aHrjyi5KZGqCxiHXVEWXYyrdwPX76JMrcmso-HFF38NZCulDzIkNpeYoqwXvSmS58ao11Djzb0O7ixulwZ7DCMSJAxnDnKRbaEPQfp38IWRkSlEDpUdIRM0N/s320/Frozen+pond+Jan+2010.jpg" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Now it looks like this. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465326486938359602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglITTqGx9Db0fL9wqZExOaUPA0rpX_GEt3vAB3NAT0_HHlv5CCRFOOmBDZlIinb9XeMEXcvAXCgTdL0iKdCJZBRn5tVU3bpWC5UhyHw9P1sP7-8xoUNJuTLTeE2-SbPAwysiLR/s320/Spring+pond+2010.jpg" />We are enjoying some great spring sunshine and I get to go out in my garden. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Here's a red camellia which has had lots of flowers on this year.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465326940343732562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatZgfpYStbJKVyHyiuXhKwYrSaDQrmzJou4Zl3DHFDJRPMtK25ViqrHmTw6HIWI1gflof0f2TCd3NqSRBDTYieOceigcnnLj3RpVnjtobmjgQFnMIobuaoPbBGipcz16YUldB/s320/Red+camellia+2010.jpg" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Here are some yellow tulips. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465326927840270706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1SQLr_26muKza59KV4ni1vT3agZoBRw6Jp8md4Q46i6tGkQGlSeNuf74UGAZaTpFjqTQC4bmHUzHj9yXxTyYYxOnikXyriBikTEHHKokwnoEWALqsTlMhggfAoMZbIWp1r3A/s320/Yellow+tulips+April+2010.jpg" />And here is my mum's favourite flower, the Great Floofy Gingerflower!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465327530851796146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohciMDqE-TwACmDjpSIluvcYem-9SeD8UN07wFky7HV-445kUxiQhMDebL4zNJ1TmsuyuHD10TDKXQg9L5VZdb4gS14-WVOJ8Gw5X_9_mq9uoy6A7U3dd5Kex6spNQ4e-Wslb/s320/Floofy+Gingerflower.jpg" /></span></div><div align="justify"> </div></div></div></div></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-75174427376680374722010-04-18T23:54:00.003+00:002010-04-19T00:01:51.983+00:00Deserted!<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">My mum is deserting me first thing Monday morning and going to Norfolk with a bunch of children from her school (she does this </span><a href="http://fatericandfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/ginger-cat-gossip.html"><span style="font-family:arial;">every year</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">!) to sleep in bunk beds and do lots of activities and NOT be here giving me laptime and cuddles and fuss and treats! My dad and I are being left to look after each other until she gets home on Friday evening.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am going to sulk now.</span></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-396660783612384402010-04-15T11:24:00.005+00:002010-04-15T11:41:38.754+00:00Hanging Out In The Holidays<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">So, my mum's been on holiday from school and she's been lazing about, spending quality time with me, which is good. We've had some sunny days and she's been doing a lot of gardening. Sometimes I like to go out there with her to snoopervise and lie in the sunbeams, if I can find any.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460325190400397746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknjeNu-Aoo1XY33K0y3EzTXPwiy21Lh1G4lFMcG_9yjjGOMkyTDKgzyxuoSzhGDU-yDpr6o6XA_iTH3NtCOBF0Hyzn9kp5t0nH-0ESLq2R1YbYg0Kohn_eqb1bx1I7zBGnlcT/s320/Eric+in+the+April+sunshine.jpg" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">But often I just let her get on with it and I prefer to stay indoors, napping on my blue chair.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460325175082078674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Hs5yszmHXk_iH8IEZXwjOfecKK6meRDuNhs0fF9Bt3l28OZjBRkMJvBLObrdJCdntwr4f2hQOmTQ0FvNrSSrXMvf9iIH4OI08kvPbwzMsN50bRX3DTOI05v0QtberYDY1UiI/s320/Eric+exhausted+from+blogging.jpg" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">It looks like she's getting plenty of kitty help with the gardening these days, anyway - I'm getting too old for all this <em>PLAY! PLAY! PLAY!</em> kitten stuff, but she seems happy to go along with it...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460325159329501282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6ptV2N41dFgmIl96dJPZ90OlOInWsb5wffL1bURd4ROuf7vGpwlJE7LANplM3LaDZ9WdN0CpysMTjHvI5uJPaylz07RoZMzYyrgl53gP6NR6Acbud0vJ4fKJgEZMEVEo9Nrq/s320/Leo+by+the+flower+pots.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460325186992833490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCaGtuTayc0ota5oMYgZKT6hKR6oNkMKCqI5j7j81Nlg81lhWPuF3bNpbWMnNInXqU-DDAn0ArkRrspQfFFxwZHvGsbUBAGqo4jYLA-KvVWQPMas3HkZd75khWKFXX7oSOD8v/s320/Leo+helping+with+washing.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460325169328716274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXuADUKcQSKbWGODWDsTIDYYXucsrmlsY_KmhPUjSuqjuxb-ErknnqmrH4EjEerLxqRxIsV3srrBoupBTQDog8jg9tBQiKhN00x0yIYOLbXdY5OjX_NktbzkPuoVyrEPYmOju/s320/Leo+on+his+back.jpg" /></span></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-13271030514611874952010-04-07T23:28:00.002+00:002010-04-07T23:29:59.643+00:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodds8vEaFOsv83cxJcwTyAsTQCSkNVhCUu7yzVTPoLbGGPvVHXtVInynG82oJW9zg2xSOmGE_aA2ZrsmexnEmxmeGeVoYkWWC1GYS9XXa_HlOq3HuZUwlgwvSWKGgW3RwJVXE/s1600/Eric+and+Leo+with+lasers+on.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457541870002153202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodds8vEaFOsv83cxJcwTyAsTQCSkNVhCUu7yzVTPoLbGGPvVHXtVInynG82oJW9zg2xSOmGE_aA2ZrsmexnEmxmeGeVoYkWWC1GYS9XXa_HlOq3HuZUwlgwvSWKGgW3RwJVXE/s320/Eric+and+Leo+with+lasers+on.jpg" /></a>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-56232233200857222882010-04-01T23:47:00.006+00:002010-04-02T00:17:26.956+00:00Signs of Spring...And Introducing Leo<div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">It's starting to look quite flowery around here. The weather hasn't been very good this week, it's gone cold again. But our flowers are still coming out. We have bulbs out in pots on the patio...about time my mum got out there and did some weeding! She has two weeks' Easter holiday from school starting today, so I can help her do some gardening. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455322072936264482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_iuVKTWvX68_mrcXV8l3sHhG-bcha_97R2NR-L5SpdvriQzdDY35RFkJcQA1LFukrb2ycmdHdm4eczlsMq5gP6tf_kG0JM4sB3BOENqScwsscfIXLB-XMkUXgU7G-mVEdGoU/s320/Spring+bulbs+in+pots+2010.jpg" />This photo below was taken this time last year. The flowers are almost the same. That pink camellia isn't quite out yet, we think the cold weather has put it off, but the forsythia is very yellow again. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455322345411600770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivt_0PMjOMVzGVr-c4J61jvwjE8jFGVYzj9mvVQxOAprrk8NCBMMDYkpIMSAxRw84QS8Bw6O5Gr9Ta7W5plVD1TfGaM5a4-f5dqfBs7gxARYFzpiVfod8uIffRy1hNFVXwNu25/s320/Spring+garden+2009.jpg" />The birds have been tweeting like mad. Last week there was a fox in my garden. It sat on the patio for ages and stared at me through the window. I stared back. Then it left.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455322050655002354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtXaR83EXUEXRFPplL9q_dzeu6mRvHEasfO5acU2ppdaNxkToe5mEVaFOz2llBfqESdZNKbK_c_osrnkUI94GSJAuoG-llWZObL0Y0aCK6Jpw-EP6XOoL9fAfY6itDBNspWZg/s320/Fox+in+the+garden+March+2010.jpg" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Of course, it's not just foxes and birds who visit my garden. My friends will remember that my garden is infested with Evil Intruder Cats, such as that pesky Marmite who tries to catch newts in my pond. Well, we have a new Evil Intruder Cat. Or maybe he only counts as half an intruder, because he's still pretty small. I will explain.</span></div></div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><div align="justify">Our next door neighbours have a tuxie kitty, Juliet. I showed a picture of her a long time ago. She is quite a shy kitty but can often be seen sitting on my wall, like this. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455324213580576242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf00XwZHJo9Ncnd3IljdZUDyJB5uasZBjBqk2eeGyix07cR9BwSSO8F0SELFWX5xFLG-7SQHH3qTBCW4RJAZ9W9uX09q4weC6io4Ys-Z3USxVwzFYFoNvQLeDjVoQascZaBpOV/s320/Juliet+on+kitchen+wall.jpg" /></div><div align="justify">A few weeks ago, Juliet's humans got her a little brother. His name is Leo. Soon after he arrived, he escaped out of their house when they opened the door, and ran into our house. He was a tiny little ginger furball and made my mum go <em>SQUEEEEEE</em> very loudly as she was returning him to the neighbours. (I made her take him back, there's only room for one ginger mancat in this house!) After this adventure, Leo's humans kept him indoors, but now he is a bit bigger he is starting to explore their garden...<em>and</em> our garden! He comes and pesters my mum when she is out in the garden and lies on her shoes and plays cute. He is a lot bigger than he was, but still quite small.</div><br /><div align="justify">Here he is trying to get <em>MY </em>mum's attention by playing cute.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455322058754926210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFITVFd7RiMWVjPvP2AyFCuFKnK44WghL8dNLdAAladQkdxU-i4JVD_Zmf2hyphenhyphenql3lxQmN4QmJZBkCrgA-8xLm4qRZTX0kvWPVk_xAb93Ad_tZ2jdBEWC_SCnyYpSIy9MoWVHh/s320/Leo+with+a+daffodil.jpg" /></div><div align="justify">Even though he is small, I will admit he has a good pair of lasers on him.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455322064832255506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsMUFfKdqB5XyX2rsXsX0hvZwX6XSZ8GgkSgUJVRatFQDzzbyVAzPkeiMtdn77APugWSEVJdUSEMEc27xUQvdvQjAev522zc7CmFUUIdYDDir-ESVNEr313V4jtOsNFXXe4YH/s320/Leo+with+lasers+on.jpg" /></div><div align="justify">I think our neighbours' garden is too tidy, he likes coming over to play Jungle Kitten in ours.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455322049871711682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNi8HCpGs5abj-5ciDCMrYWVylOjmLkVGzRgJdrBPPMbe3iJeEXGQ6j1wHcek2ShyphenhyphenJel8Z-Gex-OwiGfcSoivBYeGlJuBi9KGsbbUmmNq_5noklA-vLx7LVDkqGz3GnN_xPjn/s320/Leo+is+jungle+kitten.jpg" /></div><div align="justify">I'll admit he is a friendly little dude, but he needn't make himself too comfortable in my garden, even though he <em>is</em> a fellow Gorgeous Ginger I will still chase him off if I need to! But he's still little, so I've been nice so far. After all, he's a Mancat-In-Training and could probably benefit from listening to my advice... </div></span></div></div></div></div></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-44606553027539286072010-03-26T23:39:00.003+00:002010-03-27T00:06:45.974+00:00What's Happening?<div><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, lots has been happening around here. Actually, something terrible happened. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">I <em>RAN OUT OF GREENIES!</em> Yes, completely! This was, of course, a major crisis, because they don't sell Greenies here in the UK and I had eaten all the ones I got for Christmas from Mericky.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Then I got a package! From my good friend </span><a href="http://derbysassycat.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Derby</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">! I was very keen to get it open because it smelt very interesting!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453095538289527362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjD9PB4ebZ94tFRE0FZSK_IXiuF5-DTdHxtzTO4N8Swut33CjYtrBtKKwNh_MZ0K5YRhkeCvbCBmpdHhZDy2v0BcLSDLjkBFLoj9JeR2xo4z_keGmBhvivbHl6STBnVnPOXSI/s320/Eric+opening+Greenies+March+2010+1.jpg" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">You'll never guess what was inside...<em>TEN WHOLE PACKETS OF GREENIES!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453095567150499330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7zPrxxXiVd8rBGZfEg2Vp8fExxqqVsPQD7TDcuJXdfOsqa-ZO-6B2UzzzcvEue8rtq6stEYn9iaHeUSrWmAG0QNGh70NJe_ZRC2MY4TQ0zOtKyMHMfMIvi7QRTXn12P0GUJv/s320/Eric+opening+Greenies+March+2010+4.jpg" /></em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I had a good look and there were all kinds of flavours...including several of my absolute favourite, Tempting Tuna!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453095550478936450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX7K7NXsbiz2L4HvEKmCQTw1CMnUDy-EatxzhhcQxd3c_bwltPWF_gI5RJUxnDjoaA3wq_DKBoAF96OCgiZgJJvUz69bZ3FazSfm17BuAEFoxBC43nn2RbAhiXaXk-JkxF0svN/s320/Eric+opening+Greenies+March+2010+2.jpg" /></span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Thank you so much Derby! (and his mum and his little brother Ducky). My mum thinks it will be some time now before I run out of Greenies again! Phew!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453095551231781698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5iJQwpSTUH_5OSxmJQWPnlTFqGWjAfaOn9CHadIXHn1S7AWDYxI5Bcb8WGK601xAUXVtdRTlg52DsBkK9nTTTZDWokrQCSEjYDVaZN9cMjCwixYa9R__ogFn8AEI_VNY4RgY/s320/Eric+opening+Greenies+March+2010+3.jpg" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Lots of other things have been happening...I need to post again soon and tell you about my spring flowers...and the fox in our garden...and the latest adventures of that Evil Intruder Cat, Marmite...and the new little ginger invader from next door...so much going on!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Oh yes, and it is my mum's birthday tomorrow. I will be waking her with licks and purrs...but maybe not too early! Have a great weekend, everycat!</span></div></div></div></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-89077032062072189942010-03-19T22:21:00.002+00:002010-03-19T22:24:17.145+00:00Floofy Friday On The Blue Chair<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFH0RmklOZca8fG1GF85LzKMBjmA7wqnUykFkVfnCh-DR3ykXKcBuePuUT1kmPYBkdecDXkylDJ6fYpF8ks4JZrG8Y0EYuwf8wgOieyIGotCcdSNz7qz-tlZx3_5JYu7hZ_wGL/s1600-h/Eric+on+blue+chair+with+blanket.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450473921860293970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFH0RmklOZca8fG1GF85LzKMBjmA7wqnUykFkVfnCh-DR3ykXKcBuePuUT1kmPYBkdecDXkylDJ6fYpF8ks4JZrG8Y0EYuwf8wgOieyIGotCcdSNz7qz-tlZx3_5JYu7hZ_wGL/s320/Eric+on+blue+chair+with+blanket.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">As you can see the blue chair is mine now. Sometimes I let my mum share it with me. The blanket is supposed to stop the whole chair from being turned ginger and white with my floofy furs. It works a little bit but it is no match for the amount of floof I can shed!</span></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-10166107166863167112010-02-28T00:38:00.007+00:002010-02-28T01:51:39.270+00:00At Devon Grandma's<div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Well, once again my mum has been hopelessly negligent about helping me to blog. Even though she had a week off school. And so much has been happening that I could have blogged about. First we all went for another short trip to Devon Grandma's house. Then I had to snoopervise while there was a lot of house cleaning going on. And there has been a LOT of Winter Olympics watching. I like sitting on my mum's lap watching the curling. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I love my Devon Grandma. She gives me treats (she can't resist my pleading eyes!). Devon Grandma said she'd like to keep me but my mum said she couldn't spare me. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443091150893447794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkhQxi4jAiUyHqVQJyyLpeJsFinirlhStYw1ob5Avfj-DzxWwUgRC8CgjlgaTh7DXD3TNYFAnjnHvDMqqMM2pi3vcLYHzNUOId4c17DwhLt_cpXFOgeyiuOGpmPIaWqbz1eUiC/s320/Barbara+and+Eric+Feb+2010.jpg" /></span></div></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">This time the weather was a little bit better so my mum let me go out with her for a walk around Devon Grandma's garden. I walked around and had a good sniff. It smells different from my garden. There are lots of rabbits who visit here so I could smell them.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443093141866537154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_N8EdoSrOs-43dJyVZ9KV6T-s_W7Z_3HN0uIRe3-nsUPFDYg8c8ToE0q2p26y_K7l6lTx7ZLC6royP559h-WL1LyNzW81GKgHEiiyhHoPTr6e697m9HNp6Xs3BZUW8yQG7Z3/s320/Eric+in+Barbara%27s+garden.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443093145729231010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQmfsWV6WiRMHcw47FEuQl9sihEyIHz1_YG-Yi1sT9V2nluDqLnqBA2DTnHbHdfN0rOpJSdTGj2Z4xIW280y2AUCZ1ZegvbnGuIe8FSIevOxODBtqwko4LUJUgWkuUCZWXemj/s320/Eric+in+Barbara%27s+garden+2.jpg" /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">We found lots of snowdrops, so that's a sign that Spring is on the way.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443097081889600850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvE3CyAXt3ZwwyJZlCwEYv6RIFvB6VrHMxJUOnJVBz9Ljqbv43UyEd6Kjauv1c15j3RchElWTDVcgqb9GSy2PSnCxevkfaCUBHHeGtaRDxha9UK501lc48eDObHuUaomRESFHT/s320/Snowdrops+Feb+2010.jpg" /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">I didn't stay out for long because I wanted to get back to Devon Grandma's cosy sofa.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443094187257606978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5bwd5WiZSrgsOSbdY5Xpzc6bSJBbAFz8bNycAc_T96LfaLomyP1gco8meuX5zbQmfaUuc03-QivjpAschPTmLKoInWMlnmbVBY496TTW49vQ3l6mgD53opetJ1uxy8T2SQ1W/s320/Eric+on+Barbara%27s+sofa+Feb+2010.jpg" /></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">While I was snoozing on the sofa, my humans went for a walk round the village. This is the view looking over towards Sidmouth, where <a href="http://milocat.wordpress.com/">Milo and Alfie </a>live. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443097086636360546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGqPivRM5wpfmnl14895dzleWyZc5PfBUHCyIce8qdqFNY6R6ggekuXmVhA3N_ag5gaUOxJYdvCw_ee6syTewynI0rHZrVhsPS5orG0SJhXMrUjF6za8o8-WHYz28cuSniamh/s320/View+from+West+Hill+towards+Sidmouth+.jpg" /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">There were lots of new lambs in the fields. Maybe Spring really is on the way!</span> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443105266399060722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPRHcF10UKWhe4BnLon8b78478a5Xa3z9a3G0LooWCoVfpIx6_Z9gcEKoftnfPEAdd9t9nLyyTeFntwlZ_s73aA-ss0FcfsXqtFuj-zgNQhKVMC0NVAeOcmfeXEnk5InfH4qH/s320/Lamb+and+sheep+West+Hill+Feb+2010.jpg" /></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-54197398904901220392010-02-13T00:34:00.003+00:002010-02-13T00:41:03.816+00:00Dad's Birthday<div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Today is my dad's birthday - I'm not sure how old he is, about a squillion years old, I think - but I will be giving him lots of extra hair licks to celebrate the day. Here we are doing lots of manly bonding together...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437521233822483714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKyQ1NnYLg5J3iAThsTY7C2iDoe5iO92qhkEBG_T0XJZsVmiEdcloN9kFo4nA3VF9jkeoCg75Qn7PqyQgO0T1laFuxq9Se3DYKlNLODJn2-KfasAiDHid5BzWfI9E8B-sz3KZ/s320/Eric+licking+John+awake.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437521221517886594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgub1QE72IC8twSWbNsT9-C5YCnt6abU1Tzt300boFtE2eE7qwvRgCef6na_-UWpviX9D22k-EcJPsoH2DqBz8v9VovS5X8YJA6f_2AObBurIGcjT3i3BWUxt8xzscVtfuqp_FZ/s320/Eric+sitting+on+John+on+sofa.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437521230586139362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZNn0zjG2Ao6ENhTrNT6g6EMu7N8cp5Gd7XAXDwGI3IoudUWbZkOqVrYZa_YkK6aNyz7CEi-UD2hyphenhyphenipk-8JtnQu0jSr7mre-i3WUk3yWBGNctEg0snifa3toq-aOasD91o-65/s320/Eric+sitting+on+John+on+sofa+2.jpg" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">My mum has a week off school now for the half-term holiday, so we will be able to spend lots of quality time together and she might be able to get rid of the cough and the croaky voice at last. There is one disturbing thing though...I just saw her dusting off the Evil Cat Carrier...<em>why?</em> She wouldn't do that to me on dad's birthday...<em>would she???</em></span> </div></div></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21455968.post-26307835702108560752010-02-05T23:12:00.004+00:002010-02-05T23:20:57.971+00:00Floofy Friday - And A Missed Blogoversary!<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">My human has been pretty rubbish at helping me blog lately. OK, so she has been ill a lot (first with the throwing up and then with the coughing and the lost voice) but that is NO EXCUSE!!!<br /><br />What is worse, we forgot that it was my Blogoversary on January 24th. My fourth Blogoversary, I have been blogging for four whole years!<br /><br />In honour of my Blogoversary, I have been looking through all my old pictures and choosing some floofy highlights for a truly Floofy Friday. Have a good weekend, my friends.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyJh1C2IbOedJNGj4EIyWl0wgY4Mgs2KiyaRETulxr-G-QBSFaFcIXzPWEVP-a1BmbLkcSkYbpykxvFmDd_KFEZ7cOrBt9lK9VsiXceKCoCGnJapQ0fKy34NQohR2CXUGQ5be/s1600-h/Sofa+Wars+1.jpg"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434902635686580242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyJh1C2IbOedJNGj4EIyWl0wgY4Mgs2KiyaRETulxr-G-QBSFaFcIXzPWEVP-a1BmbLkcSkYbpykxvFmDd_KFEZ7cOrBt9lK9VsiXceKCoCGnJapQ0fKy34NQohR2CXUGQ5be/s320/Sofa+Wars+1.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYOAJfo2MqedzlQLNBLGv-4jFgTpwbKS4QVLs7S4JdAGWlI3Askzj3FmimNgbyhO00NYerOjNfDplyUqrimg349AWjTptZqjwJx79Y_J2a7U_WIuRCXAYAl_4a-USwfNbA4J6/s1600-h/pillow+cat.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434902631847716466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYOAJfo2MqedzlQLNBLGv-4jFgTpwbKS4QVLs7S4JdAGWlI3Askzj3FmimNgbyhO00NYerOjNfDplyUqrimg349AWjTptZqjwJx79Y_J2a7U_WIuRCXAYAl_4a-USwfNbA4J6/s320/pillow+cat.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfou-eKEHzAON616T9xmBtX3vXSRiQkxkbug92F5OANIhsI3bKkS26e3BPhoY63lyp-QBG5cCOGQu2GS5wMuBYOREyTzKAPpgMi1P-gdeu_ZmqWBi0rHDK2U6kFAqo1UmN84S/s1600-h/Eric+using+Kate%27s+leg+as+pillow.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434902623753388738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfou-eKEHzAON616T9xmBtX3vXSRiQkxkbug92F5OANIhsI3bKkS26e3BPhoY63lyp-QBG5cCOGQu2GS5wMuBYOREyTzKAPpgMi1P-gdeu_ZmqWBi0rHDK2U6kFAqo1UmN84S/s320/Eric+using+Kate%27s+leg+as+pillow.jpg" /></a> <div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzjvTzkeI3AfVQnztADcypVMs8yPqQlM9bIAuARk9Sm_yiVsgpSPHRnlbuIwu-krmTgIfVNEkhVHNiIA33lilKNJE0L-v2JYIS7ZNE7hSMVS6AhXrAIUbL9esad_vcYVpIq5q/s1600-h/Eric+sunbathing+in+April.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434902621984720162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtzjvTzkeI3AfVQnztADcypVMs8yPqQlM9bIAuARk9Sm_yiVsgpSPHRnlbuIwu-krmTgIfVNEkhVHNiIA33lilKNJE0L-v2JYIS7ZNE7hSMVS6AhXrAIUbL9esad_vcYVpIq5q/s320/Eric+sunbathing+in+April.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div>Fat Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00823530022362791164noreply@blogger.com21