A couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood...

It's true, I've finally caved in and Basil and Parsley are no longer indoor cats. They've managed to lose 7 collars between them in about a month, which is pretty impressive, though 2 of them have since been returned to us by kindly neighbours. Parsley seems to be on a one-man mission to lose his good looks as quickly as possible, coming home covered in scratches every day. We've already had one trip to the vet for a bite-induced infection, which was zero fun for everyone involved. In short, he's been scrapping like there's no tomorrow. We'll have to start calling him Scar soon, and get him a skull to talk to. Hopefully things will settle down once territories are established and so on.

Here's the momentous, umm, moment... the installation of the cat-flap, courtesy of our dear friend Andy. Just look at that handy tool... and the drill (boom boom)...

It took the boys a little while to figure it out...

... but they've got it locked down now - there's no turning back! All we need now is for this interminable winter to finally draw to a close so that we can join them out there.

Other than terrorising the feline neighbourhood, B&P have spent the usual amount of time sitting around and looking idiotic and/or cute, mostly the former...

I was also lucky enough to go to Marwell Wildlife Park for my birthday over Easter, where we came across some distant cousins, in oddly familiar poses...

Sand cats:

Ocelots: 

Servals (I think):

Cheetahs (or as the posh idiot next to us kept telling his kids: leopards. I nearly threw him in there. After me kids: a cheetah ate my father, no, not leopard, cheetah)...

And most amazing of all... Snow Leopards:

I'll have one of all of these for my next birthday please.