A Tale of Two Collars

As our beautiful little darling is growing up we thought it was high time he started wearing a collar like all the other big cats. We had previously tried to slyly slip one on but he was not having it... however during his evening nap we managed to distract him enough for it to STAY on. He looked SO HANDSOME! We were so proud. We went to bed hoping he would cope with it and he DID! We were so happy he really had matured and accepted his new accessory.

Or so we thought.

Two days later we found it. Behind the sofa. Worse than the plant. Devastation.

BUT as it turns out he would have to embrace his collar as there was some bad news around the corner... As he has passed the milestone age of 5 months it was time for his neutering op. with solemn faces we set off early for the vets and Hugo was prepped for his op. But it wasn't meant to be as his front paw needed to be treated as Hugo had been picking at it for week, so he has still to brave his operation. However as much as he hated the collar, a worse fate had been bestowed upon him.

Massacre images... not for the faint hearted

Many weeks have passed

It has been a long time since we posted news on our four legged family member and quite a lot has happened.


First of all, he has grown. Both ways. It's shocking. But true. He is no longer our tiny little fluff ball he is beginning to mature (I use this word loosely) into a beautiful feline. His mental growth has yet to catch up with him. His long limbs are still as clumsy as ever and there are only a few moments in a day that we are able to witness the gracefulness that should come so naturally to our little Hugo. This behaviour does lead him to be quite entertaining, after all this time it is still incredibly hilarious watching him attack his on shadow.


He has also acquired grown up sleeping habits. After a crazy, hectic day he ensures to fit in his standard 20 cat nap hours (how I envy the little thing). He starts the napping off at around 2am when he cries to jump in and reside with his head on the pillow in the master bedroom. He then wakes with the first alarm (the one which sounds to remind us we have only 10minutes of sleep time) he yawns as his dad switches it onto snooze... and finally as he watches his dad drift off into semi-sleep, he too places his head back on the pillow and snores. 


The weather has been throwing him slightly as he is now being forced to shift from under the covers and find new cool spots, all the while staying close to his adopted parents.

The Massacre

So for the first time in my life I thought I would make the effort and spend quality time planting seedlings and watching them grow into perfect, healthy, useful herbs. For weeks I have nurtured them and watered them, given them attention and plenty of sun on our windowsill.

And NOW they are dead. Gone. Massacred. Pulled out from their roots and left to dry. He has officially conquered the windowsill.

First time by the mosque

Mr Mischief

It seems Hugo is growing much faster than we expected. The little hooligan is quickly increasing in size due to his increase in appetite which also leads to an increase in energy which results in more destruction and some naughty habits.


First of all, he has discovered a new game quite literally named 'lets-wait-for-mummy-to-put-on-new-socks-and-rip-them'. This game was picked up from his holiday and it looks like its here to stay, so as a result the cat has to be escorted out of sight while the socks are rushed on followed by a big pair of house slippers. These are the challenges he makes us face in the morning so we can be prepared for whatever else our day might bring.


Hugo has also reached another milestone in his growth, he can now successfully jump onto a windowsill!! (from the sofa). With a little help and training from dad he finally conquered the prime sunbathing location, an achievement he was oh-so proud of, as he danced with joy by the mosque. He has NOT learnt that chasing his tail on the windowsill leads to a fall. I'm sure these are lessons he will pick up in time.

Holiday Snaps

relaxing on Hafu's new sofa...

Helping Hafs with uni work...

 Play fighting...

Play fighting became too much...

So play fighting becomes nap time...

And no holiday is complete without a spot of sunbathing on the chaise...