Cats....

...going stir crazy. Would normally be down at the van this time of year where they can spend some time outside, killing the local rodent population. (Not too successful with birds and the wee sand lizards only come out in very hot weather, even then they get played with but not killed.)
So everything seems to revolve around food at the moment.

#1 - semilong haired, covered in knots but would rip you to shreds rather than let you cut/brush them out. Can kill just by staring at you. Hates strangers but sooks up to me if she thinks no-one can see her. Brilliant wee hunter.
#2 - fat bastard tortie. Has to wedge herself against the door to lick her arse or she'll fall over.
Belly waggles when she walks (waddles). Loves getting brushed. You hold a brush still, she's happy to stand for ages brushing her face off it. Steals the other two's food. Not bad at hunting - eats the catches, too fat to have worms.
#3 - the auld man. 16 yrs old. He was 12 when I got him. Bullied by the other 2 although push him too far and he'll belt back. Getting skinny now, will be 17 in October. Last owner was going to get him put down cos he couldnt be arsed leaving the girlfriends bed to go and feed him.
Quite a vocal wee guy, keeps running before you then stopping dead in front of you so you nearly send him flying. And had never been outside in his life till I took him down to the van. Freaked the first time he stood on grass. Now he hangs fromm the curtains to get out but just likes lying on warm concrete slabs (and blending in).

Need to get the van gutted so I can get them down.