Marmalade, your wee puss, raised by hand since he was only a couple of weeks old, is a horror. He seldom touches the floor, preferring to zoom about the room flying from chairs to tables to couch to sideboard, leaving a frothy broken tide of disaster in his wake and trailing wild dogs and cats behind him. No-one can go to bed until I put him back in the basement. He is the terrible christmas toy. The loud drunk at the party. The loud mouthed teenager. Dennis the Menace. He is a thief and a robber, always on the bench gnawing at anything left out. Leaps onto the table when we are eating. Eats the dogs food while the dogs are still eating it. Pounces from a great height onto anyone and anything. Every time a door opens he is lined up and through it, whether it is inside or outside or the toilet. No wastepaper basket is safe. No cupboard left unscathed. Every basket of laundry has him in it. Every time I throw the blankets across the bed to make it, he is under them. Every load of dishes in the dishwasher has to be checked for the cats tail as he licks the cutlery clean. He is a horror.
Look at him pretending to be just the sweetest kitty. We have raised a monster. And I don’t know about you but if butter does not melt in a mouth there is something very wrong going on. Just adorable our bad kitty is.
Tui, the most inquisitive of the two peahens was eating out my hand today.
Though I was wearing gloves or this would have been a scary exercise. Have you seen how sharp their beaks are?
The temperatures came up above freezing, so the dogs and I went for a walk. No wind. But my face was burning with cold.
The creek that is really a ditch.
What can you do. Dogs love walks.
My afternoons are filled with trolling through all the winter posts, looking for just the right ones to supplement the little Winter on the Farmy book. So I love the walks too.
Sheila was well and happy this morning, she ate her vegetables and we had a chat, she had a massage then she was happy to wave us off and go back to her deep warm bed. Do you remember when we took Charlotte in to be bred, it took almost two weeks for her to ovulate so I am not concerned yet. At least with this farmer I can visit every day and maintain the connection with my big fat pig. I am feeling positive.
Good morning.
I hope you all have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farm
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
84 responses to “Marmalade poses as Dennis the Menace”
When I got my first kitten (the others had been grown up when they came to us), I actually phoned the animal physiologist at Massey University – who laughed and laughed.
I bet Marmelade is craziest in the evening?
Kittens!
Crazy is ‘normal’ – apparently!
🙂
Psychologist … ! … sigh…
I was wondering what a physiologist did! a great typo! c
Jekyll and Hyde …. Sweet little Marmalade has under currents of Monster Mash,…..just wait till he gets to be old..he might have calmed down by then
Kittens are terrors till they area bout two years old. I remind my daughter of this every time she mentions getting a kitten – again!
Just look at how big that kitten is getting. No surprise Egoli has joined him in the house, Marm introduced him to the good life! So happy that Sheila is content. I will cross my fingers and toes that she likes the next boar.
the sows next to her are starting to come into heat so i am hoping that will move her hormones along.. she seems awfully calm though.. c
Lol he has to be some what of a menace being raised by nanny boo. 🙂 my marmalade hides in the straw and attacks me when I try to get some for the cows. He is not a very generous fellow.
sharing is not his strong point.. especially his bed i guess!.. c
Funny, my orange cat Bandit is like that 🙂
Must be something to do with the colour.. c
A crazy cat is a happy cat! Remember what a terror Boo was? He has taught his kitten well! 🙂 C. could you wear a ski mask? You are going to burn the skin right off your face!!
cold winds are the new thing is face peels! I am going to end up looking years younger!.. c
Is Egoli the tabby you featured just a couple days ago sitting on bales of hay? Or is that Author?
When we brought our Martini cat home (she was al black) she disappeared for a whole day. We looked and looked for her panicky she hadn’t used her litter box once. When I went to make dinner I opened the drawer under the oven and there she was curled in a pie pan. My husband was sitting at the kitchen table having a martini, and that’s how she got her name.
well little martini certainly knew the warmest places to sleep. Egoli is the big Orange cat. He was found wandering at another farm about 6 months ago I guess. Author disappeared a long time ago and the tabby you saw on the bale was our bad Scrapper, who still is the scrapper of the family. LuLu the other orange cat is asleep on the couch as i write. So we have three orange cats and one tabby now.. c
Hmm, oh dear, seems little Marmalade is a wild one. I can say with utmost confidence (not that this will help you now) but all my cats settled when they became adults or there about give or take and “they” say it helps having them neutered to calm them, well that and so there are no more wee Marmalades running about to cause move havoc.
Have a super day C.
🙂 Mandy xo
have you tryed squirt guns to chase him off the counters?
or old fashoned mouse traps under couple layers of newspapers?
the traps go off, but the paper keeps them from closing on paws, just scares them with noise and movement. unless he is like cat i had, he would ”stalk” the newspapers just to set trap off
The water pistol idea is an excellent one, I shall find one on shopping day! thank you ron.. all my mouse traps are in use trying to catch the bloody mouse, all these cats AND a mouse!.. c
As long as he’s crazy but loveable – I had a crazy and vile cat once. He was called Sid Vicious because he was evil from day one…I loved him though!
Guess Boo Nanny taught him well. 😉 So glad to hear that Sheila is happier and that you can get around. We’re in a bit of a jam here the past 24. Glad I work from home.
Oh did you get all that snow.. let me go and check your blog! c
The snow wasn’t so much, just 2 inches, but the ice underneath the wet snow combined with 4 million people leaving work and school at exactly the same time trying to drive home on ice shut down the city. The city didn’t put salt on the roads. Pathetic.
“The terrible Christmas toy” had to laugh over such a precisely perfect description.
Housebound crazies: Spring can’t come soon enough.
So glad Sheila is close enough – she seems to miss you and need contact. (I know, they aren’t people but….)
You just need a squirt bottle and they usually have a setting for ‘stream’. Cats are very smart and learn quickly “NO” and a squirt of water. I would never use a mousetrap near a kitten. Little paws get under newspapers. You have a tree dweller, looks like. I miss having kittens around, and your Marmalade is just a little boy getting into mischief. When I had young boys I also raised Siamese cats. It was always a three ring circus! So happy Sheila is doing better, too.
Our cat Lula, started out as a tiny darling little gray kitty. She’s just over a year now and she’s a menace just like Marmalade. This morning one of the girls stopped on the stairs to pet her and she allowed that and then bit her. She loves me and sleeps with me every night. She is the size of a small dog and will daily smack the dog upside the head …. he weighs over 130 pounds. She bullies him out of his bed. I have had a squirt bottle for her since she was a tiny tiny kitty and she does. not. care. She eats butter if I leave the lid off the dish. She climbs up on the roof and then cries to be rescued (much like Marmalade on the wardrobe). I adore her but she is the most rambunctious cat I have ever had. Luckily she is so pretty.
love to Sheila.
No biting allowed. Ever.
You need to come talk to my cat.
marmie too.. c
(laugh) naughty kitties!. c