#Busterson

[weepingfoxfury]

Busterson is home and needs some tlc ... so I'll be back in a few days :-)

[xeppeli]

david and busterson

[ministerofinstagram]

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[weepingfoxfury]

Wind is picking up, orange and yellow weather warnings across the Emerald Isle. Time to batten the hatches, man the lifeboats and put on your water wings! There's leaves flying everywhere and I'm sincerely hoping to see some silly person using a leaf blower picked up by the next gust and blown into the next County! ;-D

In other news ... Busterson should be coming home today. Hooray! My biggest 7.7kg kitty cat has been staying at the 'Ritz' for the past two nights due to problems with an enlarged heart and fluid build up. Fingers crossed that he's now stable and his new medication will do the trick and he has some more happy days ahead of him ... though he still won't appreciate being on a diet.

Had to hit the shiny metropolis yesterday. Not fun at the best of times ... even less fun on a Friday. Busy, busy, busy! Halloween decorations to the left of me and Christmas decorations to the right ... next thing you know I'll be seeing the Easter bunny clad in a Valentine costume bringing me my post.

Time for this Victor Meldrew to sign off and go get breakfast ... wish me luck ... I may just find Santa Claus eating my porridge in the kitchen! ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Happy Caturday to one and to all from Augustus G Busterson aka Mr B!! :-)

Mr B is currently feeling a mite bit sorry for himself. As the neighbourhood bully, he finally bit off more than he could possibly chew this week and seemingly took on the local mountain lion.

End result was a trip to the vet (he 'sang' all the way there) where some unfashionable headgear was foisted upon him. As if being unable to see a gosh 'n' darnit thing wasn't bad enough ... someone then had the temerity to take his temperature.

Still ... he was given the 'good drugs' having been such a (ahem) good boy and he sang all the way home again.

He's a very vocal patient ... declares his 'hospital food' to be sub par ... insists on hugs at every turn ... and may yet win a three legged cat race with all the hobbling after me practice he's insisting on putting in.

Fingers crossed he's all tickety boo again soon ... although I'm pretty sure the rest of the cats around here are rather enjoying the break.

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday and there's sunshine and coffee ... and, of course, one extremely disgruntled cat. Bless his little white furry paws ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is elsewhere, so the very enthusiastic lady on the radio is giving it quite some welly this Wednesday morning. Weatherwise there's intermittent rain and sunshine ... recommendation is for both 'the umbrella' and a deckchair. The traffic lady talks traffic light outages and tailbacks before declaring she's off to catch up on some reading.

Today's groaner: Why did the lion eat the tightrope walker? ... He wanted a well balanced meal ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Mad Hatter's Tea Party is pretty much where the shiny metropolis has left my head. If the Dormouse falls into the teapot one more time, I may just fall in there too.

On the plus side, Little Dude's injection went well and he's now having a couple of days well earned snoozling. And on the plus, plus, plus side ... Busterson's leg is not broken, just heavily bruised along with his ego. First time I've seen him with a full face mask on at the vets so temperature could be checked and injection given. Oh the indignity Mr B and I promise I'll tell no-one. Oh wait ... ;-)

Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday and the coffee pot is all mine ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio talks all things Tuesday and races us to the hilltop with Kate Bush. Weatherwise there's hints of blue through half closed bedroom blinds and a promise of sunshine. The traffic lady talks of Gill Street and the Samuel Beckett Bridge before Dire Straits carry out a few Private Investigations.

Today's groaner: What was the first Electricity Detective's name? ... Sherlock Ohms ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Shiny metropolis ahoy! And another trip to the vet. Little Dude and his latest injection ... plus Busterson's leg has met more than it's match with a late night kitty altercation and needs attention.

Leaves are already slowly dropping in on the snail's and water fleas. Howzat for fast food delivery!?

Time to vamoosle ably assisted by my good friend the coffee cup ... Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Little trilling sounds and I have their attention ... Augustus G Busterson mid wash and wondering why his human has disturbed his after dinner ablutions ... Lady Clemence One Spot and her preference for rainwater from mucky trays, far more palatable than the clean bowl of water her human has provided ... Captain Blackbeard heading out from the best seat in the house, there's mischief to be made ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Tumblr scrapped my post ... so here's Mr Busterson to stare balefully in the general direction of whatever gremlin leapt in.

Off to the shiny metropolis ...

Edit: Wow! The gremlins gave me my post back! My offering of the something or other that was stuck to the back of the fridge has proved a worthy gift ;-)

[weepingfoxfury]

The woman on the radio is still standing in for the man on the radio. The button pressing is going well. The Emerald Isle's entry, Bambi Thug, has their place in the Eurovision final ... the man on the radio and all Emeraldians will be cheering them on on Saturday. 'Everybody's Messing With Fire' is being sung by Clare Teal ... somehow appropriate that today's 'what's this music?' quiz is for Desperate Housewives. The traffic lady came and went with sad reports of refugee tents being moved from the Grand Canal and to avoid the area.

Strange noises from the long box hedge last night. Was feeding the new ghost cat under the car under the watchful eyes of Lady Clemence and Busterson ... all reasonably peaceful ... until ........... a mouse!! Bad time to make your move mousey! Lady Clemence leapt for it, as did Busterson ... then ghost cat swiftly turned, growled, grabbed poor mousey and barrelled through and disappeared into the hedge.

I went to look. Heard familiar unhappy 'this is mine!' noises. Realised Lady Clemence and Busterson were still over by the car looking puzzled. So who was in the hedge arguing over such a tiny meal???

The camera revealed all this morning. There are two ghost cats! One has short legs, the other long and has a limp. Both raid the biscuits left in the shed for Lady Clemence and Busterson. Signor Floyd also helps himself. The shed is now The Cat Cafè. How come I wasn't invited to the opening? Will I find menu requests?

Hmmmm ........ April/May is the time for newcomers ... if only they could tell their tales.

Just aswell none of them like coffee, so my coffee pot is safe. I shall ponder the potential for becoming local crazy cat hooman ... sincerely hope they are just ghost cats and not of the zombie variety! ;-) ...

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is playing Two Door Cinema Club "Happy Customers" ... I'm sat on the step with just the one.

Lady Clemence is more than satisfied with her breakfast ... Mr B (aka Busterson) has, as always, his eyes on her food. Lady C will eat all hers, then move on to tasting some of Mr B's ... and all the while he will ignore his own food, purring and purring, self soothing until the moment she finally steps away so he can lick the crumbs left in her trays.

I don't get it ... cats are weird ...

[weepingfoxfury]

'Life is a cabaret, old chum ... come to the cabaret' sings Liza Minnelli (78 today) ... the man on the radio talks of St Patrick and the Taoiseach and his trip to America bearing the usual bowl of shamrock ... the traffic lady talks of collisions, traffic jams and roundabouts and interchanges that may or may not be named after someone.

Not sure whether Lady Clemence and Augustus G Busterson are discussing such things. More likely to be pondering the various nighttime comings and goings.

Having fitted a camera out front, now I can see some of what they see.

There's a new cat, Fermata (small, fluffy, light ginger, plenty of cattitude) on the block that figures their shed is the local bistro. In they pop for biscuits and (ahem) lively banter. Not that Busterson has the finest table manner ... no showing of the menu, no offering of the cat gravy 'wine' list ... just protestations through the cat flap about taking liberties.

A fox came for a couple of nights. Circled around Clemence, but neither passed any remarks to the other. Foxy just wanted what most nighttime visitors want i.e. to be seated, shown the menu and bring me my order of cat food and make it snappy!

A local collie dog came and helped itself to one of the trays of food. Comical to watch the assessment of what was on offer and the decision to take the whole thing to consume elsewhere at leisure. I think I know who the dog belongs to and their predecessor did the same thing. A fine tradition to carry on, especially my finding and picking up of the discarded trays on the following day's walk.

There's a fine collection of crazy moths, bats and spiders also claiming their 5 minutes of camera fame, looking like glowing aliens taking to the stage. Bravo! And Encore!

So ... Come to the nighttime creature cabaret ... pull up a chair and be entertained ... but bring your own food and drink as there's not much left on the menu ;-)

[weepingfoxfury]

Augustus G Busterson has not yet left the building ... although, once he does, Lady Clemence One Spot will assume control of all available food ... therefore, upon his return and when he attempts to come back in, he will be met by a challenging expression and then by a paw across his face. This scenario is repeated every day. No sound passes between them. I watch this every day, there is no variation. The weather changes, their behaviour does not. An old 'married' cat couple spending all day every day bouncing companionable and not so companionable body language between them, observed by a hooman who marvels at their interactions and wishes that hoomans could sometimes be just as silent and just as succinctly simple ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Not a cat in sight ...

[weepingfoxfury]

'I'm down here! ... really, truly, I'm down here ... perhaps if I angle myself this way against your knee? ... or this way? ... it's no good, I need moooore attention! ... I need hugs!!!' ...

[weepingfoxfury]

Busterson and the Virgin Mary keeping a lookout in case the long lost postman heads on over the Blue Mountain ... Clemence continues with her biscuits, one should always prepare for potential battle by filling one's tummy and having a bag of salt to hand ... after all, one just never knows ...