Monthly Archives: November 2009

R.I.P. Woody

tag and woody 2

No sooner than I had blogged about the cats then the most awful thing happened – Woody was knocked down and killed right outside our front door yesterday morning in front of Sarah.

We were just leaving for work and Ben and I were already in the car and I saw Sarah come out of the house. I saw her turn and then she gestured to me. Woody had been sitting under the car and as she came out he stepped out and was hit by a taxi that was steaming down our road.

He was lying on the side of the road when I got there and when I picked him up I feared the worst. We dashed him to the vets but he was dead when we got there – poor little thing.

The taxi stopped briefly, presumably to see what he had hit but drove off without even coming back to see if Sarah was ok – heartless bastard! He could at least have got out and maybe apologised.

tag and woody

We are worried about Tag now in case she starts to pine for him. She seems a bit lost and has taken to sitting on the stairs which she has never done before. I must say that I will miss the double act that was Tag and Woody and feeding time will never be the same.

Further education

As I said yesterday Beth is back from University and while she was back she popped round to look after Ben while we took Bex to an open day at the local college. Bex wants to study engineering at University so we wanted to look into courses that might be better for her than simply taking A Levels. Also we are so totally unhappy with her school that we really don’t think staying on there into 6th form is such a good idea.

When we finally tracked down the right person to talk to he asked bex what she thought she would get in her GCSE’s. She told him that she had already taken her Science GSCE’s and had got A’s and A*’s for the four units she had taken. When she then told him that her predicted grades for Maths and English were all A*/A/B’s his little eyes lit up!

He called her a genius and told her the best course for her would be the advanced diploma in engineering which is a two year course and counts as between 3.5 and 4.5 A levels. He outlined what they would cover in the course and as he did it was the turn of Becky’s eyes to light up!

She was so keen in fact that we went down to the refectory and took advantage of our free drinks vouchers and sat and filled in the application form there and then. I fully expect that her school will try and talk her out of it when they get the reference request – probably while extoling the virtues of the International Baccalaureate that they are trying to force all of year 11 into.

Apparently the Course tutor is a woman and she is very keen to get girls like Bex onto the course and has been running a recruitment drive to do so – Hopefully that will mean a touch of positive discrimination will go on!

The trouble with cats!

We’ve got 3 cats – one white one and two black ones. The white one we have had for a couple of years but the black ones are recent additions. All of them came from Freecycle!

Diesel -the white one is huge and fluffy and very laid back. He is all white except for a couple of markings on his head and this huge fluffy tail. The fluffiness can cause problems and we have had to bath him on a couple of occasions and shave fur off that has formed into dreadlocks on others.

Diesel Cat

His life was all peaceful until it was shattered by the arrival of two manic black shapes. He took an instant dislike to them and hissed at them especially the male one whenever they came anywhere near him. He just about tolerates them now except when they try to eat his food!

tag and woody

Tag and Woody came as a pair. Tag is Woody’s mum even though she is much smaller than him. They are very energetic and tend to travel in a pair weaving their way around each other as they run. Compared to Diesel they are very demanding and you usually know they are there. When you open the back door for example the pair of them will be waiting there and in before you know where you are. You then have to shout for Diesel and you usually see him running along the neighbours walls and over the roof of the shed.

Nothing illustrates the differences better than feeding time. Last night for example all three cats were in the living room. Any movement towards the door is usually interpreted by all three of them as a sign that you are going to feed them, as is the opening of any can in the kitchen.

Last night as soon as I picked up the fork Tag and Woody where there; wrapping themselves around my feet as I tried to make my way to the utility room to get a can of food. I went to put my foot down and it met some squashy resistance which turned out to be Tag! I¬†returned¬†with the food and headed into the bathroom to put it in their bowls. I had to pick up the bowls so I could get to them and meanwhile Tag and Woody jumped from floor to bath to sink to floor to bath to sink. I had to push Woody away twice before I managed to fill both bowls. I put one down and both of them nosedived into it! After putting the second bowl down I had to pick up one of them and move them to the other bowl. they ate like it was going out of fashion……

…..meanwhile Diesel had been sitting patiently outside the door. As I left he followed me to the utility room where his bowl is. he patiently sat and waited till I had finished putting the food in the bowl and then ate it. I closed the door so that Woody wouldn’t pile in and try and nick his food!