Friday, 3 January 2014

A Bantam Weight moggy Rules the Roost

Bring it on......
 What did the  1970's Hulk Bill Bixby used to say?
It was something like
" don't get me angry...you wouldn't like me when I'm angry"
It was still dark this morning when the loud pitched growling started in the kitchen.
So with a heavy heart I schlepped downstairs in my long johns to see what carnage was going on.
This time Albert had unearthed the remains of a roast chicken which had been wrapped up in foil on top of the cooker. He had dropped the carcass on the floor and was busy stripping the bones while the four dogs sat carefully in a line just out of claw reach.
Small as he is, Albert has no problem holding his own against the cottage canines.

Winifred, was the first dog to break ranks. Confident she had bulk on her side , she put a couple of heavy footsteps  towards the chicken before Albert whipped around and boxed her face  with three lightening like slaps.
He must have used claws, for Wiinnie not only galloped out of the kitchen but she bolted up the stairs to safety.
26 kilo Bulldog 0. skinny 4 kilo wide eyed moggy with a duff leg..1

It's another stormy day here. flintshire has already had two flood warnings as the storm surge lashes the coast. 600 feet above the coastal plain, Trelawnyd is safe enough, but the ground remains terribly saturated in the sodden Ukrainian village.


 The wet and grotty weather has kept Albert inside this morning.....and thankfully it was only half an hour later when they had kissed and made up.

60 comments:

  1. It is written that "size is no guarantee of strength"

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    1. He's a tough old puss, that's for sure

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  2. The weather is just dire, however we are better off than some. I love the bottom photograph.

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  3. Have you never thought about making some winter housing (metal garage with cages and concrete floor pens..?) and making some hard surface/paths outside, John? Just an idea to make like easier for you and your livestock.

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    1. Dave....the hen houses will be moved to a more grassy area over the next week

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  4. the shame of it all! at least they worked it out in the end.

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  5. Doggy was the one who could leap effortlessly onto any surface and nick food. I finally lost it when I was setting the dining room table for the Sunday roast dinner, placed the roast on the table, turned my back to fetch the spuds and, quick as a flash she was on the table and had carried off the roast!

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    1. Albert was famous for stealing bread buns

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  6. Animals really can be entertaining.

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  7. the last photo says it all.

    we are having a snowstorm; we have 5 inches of white stuff with a temp of 16F at 6a. lucky for me my boss declared a snow day yesterday, so I don't have to go to work!!!!!

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    1. Will you be paid for the day AM.?

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  8. On Christmas day we had 4 dogs visiting from 4 different households. ( we no longer have a dog) and guess who ruled the roost the whole day keeping the newly formed pack in its' place? Yup Dixie our cat! Go Girl!

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    1. Cats are brighter than dogs that's for sure

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  9. LOL! Oh that sounds familiar! We don't have dogs, just 2 cats, but dinky Tinka, our French rescue tart certainly rules the roost.
    Believe me you do not want to annoy her!! The only thing I've seen her retreat from is horses.

    Very sodden here too with puddles everywhere as the ground is so saturated.

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  10. Bitter, bitter cold here in Canada, saw on Daily Mail Uk the terrible weather and storms you guys are having. Stay safe...won't say dry as that will never happen!!

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    1. Thank you gill......no major problems for us except chris' train was cancelled today

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  11. To the winner the spoils lol. Feisty little guy isn't he?

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  12. Small but mighty...poor Winifred. We have had an ice storm then a snow storm and now just bitter cold. We've been nesting here but are venturing out shopping today as it's going to get as high as 40 degrees .....almost a tropical hear wave compared to what we have had! I have been watching your weather over there.....just crazy lately.

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  13. So funny. The image of Winnie running for safety made me chuckle. Thanks for the laugh!!

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  14. Loved the post since I have the 16-year-old twin of Albert here.
    Satchel (yes, named after Satchel Paige because in his glory days he was very fast) sent a dog yipping out of our yard just last week. Okay, it was a Scotty, probably smaller than him, but not bad for an 85-year-old.

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    1. A bad tempered old cuss

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  15. Woody Allen has dined forever on the fact that size is not everything.

    Still, I'd be careful if I were Albert. Judging by your last photo Winifred is brewing a plot. Sitting on the shell of an as yet unhatched egg. Let's hope it'll take her a while to arrive at a twist in the tail.

    U

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  16. All sunshine now that rank has been established? More likely an uneasy truce (for now).

    Come here - puss, puss, puss....

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  17. Hey Winnifred, it didn't to try!

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  18. Let's pray that Albert hasn't swallowed a sharp chicken bone. Good job you're not down by the coast because you might have had to use one of the chicken huts as an ark!

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    1. Why do YPs photos always show a sunny landscape when it's raining in Trelawnyd?

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    2. Sun shines on the righteous

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  19. The number of times we have come down in the morning to discover that Sheba has made a surgeon quality incision in the bin bag and rescued the remains of a roast. She'll have dragged it out to the hallway (sometimes as far as the doormat) and will turn to us with a look that says "Well, you didn't want it any more".

    Once cleared away, she'll spend the next few hours trying to find her spoils. I've even caught her lifting up the doormat to see where we've hidden things.

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  20. You make me smile, John - me and my whole family. I read this out to the crew this morning and everyone chuckled.

    Go Albert!!!

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  21. Well they would wouldn't they - that bed is too tempting for either to give way, chicken or no chicken.

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  22. You sure about that John ? Just look at Albert's eyes !

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    1. He's looked like that ever since he was a kitten

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  23. I am not sure about Winnie I think she might be planing something. She could just sit on the cat one day accidentally !
    All the comments were funny but ...
    That is one of the things I don't like about cats the bad behavior everyone puts up with. Just think if we let our dogs jump up on tables, stealing food, knock over plants, dishes, sit on counters...

    Hope the weather is better soon.
    cheers, parsnip

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  24. Any wounds for you to nurse???

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  25. My 6 month old Schnauzer dances round the quietly sitting14 yr old cat trying to make him play I presume , pokes cat with his nose, but eventually cat gets fed up and swipes or shows his teeth! They did once sleep together ( briefly)

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  26. Winnie's facial expression says it all

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  27. Oh yes. Barbed wire and hot feet, can make most dogs back off. Yay Albert.

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  28. This is the first post that I have seen of Albert; what a picture and what a story ! You go, Albert. I was glad though, to see that Albert and Winnie made up not long after. Wrap up warmly, John. I wish I could send you a bagful of African summer sunshine. May 2014 be a great one for you and the rest of the family. Jo

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    1. Thanks for the night thiught Jo x

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  29. I love the fact that your home is so comfortable John...makes me not feel bad about finding cat hair on the bed or the couch or seeing torn shreds of kitchen foil on the work surface after one of our two cats has tried to 'rescue' something I have turned my back on for a moment.....you love all the souls in your care and there seems to be a contentment there that illustrates what a home should be......more of the same for 2014 x

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  30. We have 4 dogs and a teeny tiny 17 year old cat....guess who always wins? It ain't the puppies. ;)
    Love the last pic...if only we humans could be so forgiving!

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  31. We used to have a tiny cat named F. Cat Fitzgerald. The first time she saw my late great Faulkner, she walked up to him and slapped his long collie nose. He just stared at her as if he were thinking, WTF? But he stayed out of her way.

    Love,
    Janie

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  32. Congratulations on your Laughing Horse Blog Award! This comfortably past-middle-age woman checks your blog first every day; sometimes twice if I think I visited too early. My reactions range from a good belly laugh to tears. I so enjoy following you around your world as you comment on the goings-on. Your language is super, your sense of humor is wonderful, and your observations are quite sharp and insightful. I thank you every day for sharing your life.

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    1. Thanks babs
      You're a brick x

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  33. When I was a kid we had a Great Dane called Zac. One Sunday mum cooked a roast lamb leg. She put it in the centre of the table for Dad to carve. When she went to call us for dinner Zac walked up to the table, leant his head over the plates and grabbed the leg of lamb and headed out the door! The air was blue!
    Must say Wini is looking very pleased with herself for some reason in the last picture....Albert beware!!

    Jo in Auckland, NZ

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  34. My cat, Gracie, must be the most finicky cat on the planet. She would not dream of doing anything like that! I have purchased human grade canned cat food for her by the case and she either sticks her nose in the air and walks off or starts trying to cover it up like it's the vilest thing she's ever smelled! All she wants is her high end kibble. Though she did surprise me New Years day and ate some Spot's stew, but I had set it on the heater vent and it was warm. I never give up trying to get her to eat wet food and what she refuses I donate to a shelter. I've tried everything. Home cooked liver, chicken, turkey, and seafood is snubbed. Years ago I had a trio of cats that would raid the trash can anytime they could, especially if there was a fried chicken bone in it.

    I must say all my cats through the years have been good. They never jumped on the cabinets, tables, or anything. I did have one Siamese named Lucy that loved to sit on top of the refrigerator and rule her world. I loved Lucy so much she could pretty much do whatever she wanted.

    I am particular about what I give Gracie because the cat food industry has gone to crap. With so much imported ingredients from China and with numerous problems with pet food products that have come into the country that has killed many pets (possibly one of mine included), I am very watchful of what I buy and give her.

    Anyway, Cats Rule! They are always one step ahead of you!!

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    1. I think I will name my next cat Grace
      ( don't tell chris)

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  35. Albert is just keeping everyone in there place and reminding Winnifred of her low seniority in the household. Nice to see the two of them sharing the bed after having reconciled their differences. While dogs are long domesticated, cats are still considered wild animals & once in a while they like to remind us of it. Albert is the underdog (tee hee.
    ironic isn't it) in a cottage full of canines & having doing pretty well holding his own with 4 dogs to cohabitate with, Don't blame him a bit for dealing a warning whap to Winnies' cheek. A chicken carcass is worth defending from invaders. Considering the damage those claws can do, Albert was delicate in delivering his communication of "Bugger off Winnie" and " Go back to bed, the chicken is all mine".

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  36. Hehe. I do love Albert. :-)

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  37. I have a black cat called mofo and he is just as feisty as Albert, wouldn't like to see them scrapping. Watched a animated cartoon over Christmas about a dragon called toothless and a little Viking boy. The dragon was the spit image of mofo needless to say the dragon did have teeth:-)

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