Meet the Cat Crew

Back in Adelaide Roger and Big Fluff have taken responsibility for a small fluffy animal which is allegedly a dog but suffers from the persistent delusion that it is a cat.  Big Fluff tolerates the quasi-cat because he must, and the quasi-cat lives in a land of lollipops and rainbows and does not in the least understand by Big Fluff is now served dinner on the office desk, out of reach of small fluffy dogs animals.

I don't have a lot of time for the animal shenanigans taking place back in Adelaide because I've got animal shenanigans of my own going on.  I'm wrangling three cats who are all not impressed that their people have hopped on a cruise ship on the other side of the world and left them with some stranger who doesn't do things the right way.

Let me introduce you to the Cat Crew.

This is Grandma.

Grandma is a very old cat, and boss of all she surveys.  She knows how things should be run.  Her hearing and sight is uncertain and her old brain doesn't always work very well.  She has a ferocious yowl which she lets loose when she decides that she has had enough of sleeping on a cushion and must needs sleep on someone's lap.  She has one abiding dislike, and that is...

Young Cat.

 

Young Cat does not want a lap.  Young Cat wants food.  Young Cat knows Grandma is stalking her but treats this clear and present danger with scorn, mainly because Grandma does everything in slow motion so Young Cat has plenty of time to eat Grandma's treats, have a quick drink of water, and leisurely move out of the way of Grandma's wrath.  Sometimes she moves just out of the way, in order to wind Grandma up to slow-motion fury.  When Young Cat is not annoying Grandma she tries very hard to trip up humans: this is her superpower and she is very good at it.

Rounding out the cat trifecta is...

Not-Quite-A-Stray Cat.

 

NotAStray started out as a stray and holds fiercely to his independence and right to come and go as he pleases.  He knows there is a cat door in the laundry but prefers to clamber up the lattice work in the green house and scare the bejeebers out of the the stranger in his house by meowing and scratching loudly at the screen on the verandah door when the screen door is shut and the verandah is, as far as the human knew, uninhabited. NotAStray does not get involved in the Grandma v Young Cat wars, other than to eat both their food while they're busy stalking and yowling and teasing.

My cat-wrangling skills are being finely tuned with the Cat Crew in Cat Manor, Wallaroo.

When I'm not wrangling cats I supervise the ferry, making sure it behaves in a ferry-appropriate way.  The home owner even left a pair of binoculars out for this very purpose, so I suspect I'm not the only person to sit on this verandah and keep tabs on the watercraft.