It must be spring - the cats are changing colour

Welcome to my first ever blog!

We own (although I use that word very loosely) two cats, both aged around eight and both rescued. And that's where the similarity between them ends. Snowball (an unoriginal name, I know, but don't blame us - she was already named) came to us four years ago; she's white, delicate, and fiendishly clever. This is a cat who uses mirrors to hunt toys, socks, etc. Dyson (named by the rescue centre for the loudness of his purr, although it could equally well apply to his eating habits) is male, black with just a few white hairs on his chest - not enough to be a white patch - over 7kg (although the vet says he's not overweight, just big) and looks continually confused. He's been lounging around our place for just over a year now.

At least, they were white and black. But we've had some spring-like weather recently.

Snowball will go out for a few hours at a time, and find somewhere safe to sleep. For the last couple of days, "safe" appears to have been under a neighbour's "restoration project" car; there's no more obvious explanation for the large oil spot on the middle of her back. This doesn't seem to cause any ill effects or bother her at all; she'll still sit next to me in the hope of getting some extra food with a look on her face which says "I can carry this off; I'm still totally beautiful".

Dyson, if he can, only comes in for meals now that it's warmer. Yesterday I opened the front door at 6.45 am and found him sitting patiently on the step. He was a sort of yellowish green. I would guess his preferred sleeping spot is under a shrub in the garden.

Yes, it's spring. The cats are changing colour.