I haven't mentioned our puds - the city cats adjusting to country life. First there is Vijay, the Bengal. Beware buying a Bengal as their wild instinct makes them a 24 hour a day challenge. In previous homes, Vijay would jump on lever door handles and let himself out (or in as the case may be), so when we built this house we only used knobs! He also fetches and brings his favourite toys and drops them at your feet (especially when you are in the toilet) and wants you to throw them for him. Every night when all the lights go out I feel a toy dropped on my chest and of course we must play in the dark before any shut-eye takes place. As Vijay would devastate the wild life, he is house bound but as we live in the see-through house, there is not a room where he can not see the bush at floor to ceiling height.
Secondly we have Svetlana, the white Russian. Sveta is now 11 years old and a little slow, so she goes outside and lies in the shade or moves from one chair to another in the house and on the verandah. All her Christmases came at once when we moved out here as now she slowly walks down to the rabbit holes and waits, and waits, and waits hoping something will come out. She has brought one small lizard and a grasshopper to me, so I know her hunting skills are definitely not honed to country life. She unfortunately made the mistake of getting into a camelid paddock and did those little legs run to get back under the fence! Cats are known to love the heat, but I must say that our constant high temps have these two searching for the cool spots. Sveta has found a nook at the back of the CD cupboard and Vijay believes white cotton sheets under a fan are the best bet!
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