Found in a local hedge

A peaceful bee swarm.

They didn't seem to mind me or the dogs at all.

Yum 2 Wild Strawberies

A mouthful of deliciousness

I found these in our top meadow while on our evening walk. Just the place to sit down, after walking up the hill, to enjoy the view, and take a little light refreshment.

Opps! Yum! 😀

It's a terrible job tidying up after humans, but someone has to do it.

Everyone gets in on the act. Including Tiggy the cat.

Introductions 2

Pippa the working dog

Pippa is welsh. Apparently Wales is a similar size to Slovenia and has a similar population. With commonality in mountains and greenness, she should feel quite at home.

Pippa considers herself to be a working dog. Just what she's working at, she's not quite sure. She started out competing at agility. And then became a working gundog. Then she moved to Slovenia and learnt to be a drug sniffer dog. Then she found herself living on a farm so she felt she'd better learn how to be a farm dog. After long, careful study of the local farm dogs (most live on chains) she decided that her job was to sit outside the barn. And so for several weeks she sat outside the barn and refused to come in.

And thus the concept of Pippa's virtual chain was born. She quite frequently chains herself to the wheelbarrow. She'll hang around by it, looking as miserable as anything.

Won't anyone save me from this torture?

Look at that misery

Every now and again she'll give a little hint as to the problem.

And here it is, the cause of Pippa's misery

Her favourite ball squashed under the tiles because she dropped it into the wheel barrow just as someone was loading it.

Finally, she is rescued from her terrible predicament and Pippa lives again

Yes, it's definitely the case that Pippa takes her work very seriously. If only she knew what it was.

Morning

A bit of morning mist.

How do we manage, living and working in a place as beautiful as this?

Introductions 1

Tiggy

This is my litter sister. You wouldn't believe it because we couldn't be more different - looks and personality wise. She's the reason why there is a theory that we are the result of a pedigree ragdoll mating with a feral tabby. I have all the spoilt domestic genes and Tiggy has all the practical genes. She's even got a practical name and certainly got the hunting thing sorted early on. Although that equally could have been a result of being abandoned to starve as kittens. Nothing like early hunger to concentrate the mind on where the next meal is coming from.

Like me, Tiggy has several names.

Her original name was Risa. Which means Lynx in Slovenian. Very apt. There are still wild lynx in Slovenia. Not many though.

Princess Pea.

Because sometimes she looks so prim and proper.

Squiggy Tiggy.

Because when she is rolling around on her back wanting her head scratched, she just looks so squiggly.

We sometimes fight like sisters. But we love each other too.

What's in a name?

Why "Wuwu"? Everyone asks, so I'll explain.

My sister and I were abandoned as kittens. We were had raised and then put up for adoption. We were called Rue and Risa then. Our pictures were put on the Web and were spotted by the couple who became our owners. I was on a cat climbing tree, peering at the camera. "Wuuuuwuuu!" said Dad as soon as he saw it (they aren't, of course, my mum and dad. But frankly,  it's the easiest way to refer to them, so that's who they'll be.) Apparently I reminded him of a clip from a Leslie Neilson film, Wrongfully Accused. Mum says it's a film she could happily live her whole life without knowing it existed. But if you are a Neilson fan, you probably love it. There's a scene where they are being chased by a train. They run off the tracks and hide behind a boulder, thinking they are safe. The train follows them, creeps up beind the boulder, peeks round it and makes them jump with a loud "wuuuwuuu!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjbUnn32_zU&feature=share
At 1:38

And so, the name stuck.

I'm told, it suits me. Because I'm a bit wuwu at times in the head. The indignity of it! OK, so I'm not as quick as my sister who was the first at everything - the first to jump up on the kitchen work top, the first to get into football, the first to learn to drink from a tap, the first to carry a toy,  the first to make it across the yard to the barn - everything, really. No, I'm not jealous, honest. And I never do wuwu things, like, giving myself a black eye trying to jump onto a ceramic lampshade. No one told me that my weight would make it tip!

I have other names too.

Like Flump

I seem to have more than my share of floppy genes. I don't know why. One theory is that I was so well socialised as a kitten, that I am really confident and relaxed so no need to be tense. The other theory is that my biological mum was a rag doll - a breed of cat bred to be very floppy. If that's true then Dad must have been the local feral tom, because I'm not pedigree.  Either way, I'm certainly very tolerant of being 'flopped about'. Mum once complained I was taking up too much of the bed and flipped me over with the duvet. I carried on sleeping. And when someone I like approaches, I just flop on thr floor in front of them, flump.

There's just no denying that I'm good at flumping.

The Duster

I just can't help it. I like exploring high up in the rafters and I'm fluffy, so is it my fault that I collect things on the way? Do you think I like having my whiskers strung with cobwebs? Everyone make fun of me. Mum says, at least I'm useful for something. Is she implying that just having me gracing the place with my presence isn't enough? Note the flump pose. See how I can do two things at once.

Enough about me. You should meet the other guys.

Welcome to Wuwu's World

Hi

This is a blog of our small holding in Slovenia. We arrived here in the new year and there is lots to do as it has fallen into a bit of a ruin. We want to keep a record of memories to look back on when we are old and curled up by the fire. If you join our story, I hope you enjoy this window on our world.

I'm Wuwu, and I'm the most important person here. Of course, you know that, because I'm a cat. So much to tell you already! I will let the others write, sometimes, because they ocassionally have interesting stories to tell, but first, all about me!
I'm about one year old. I was found with my sister at 2 weeks old in a box in the rain in the forest. This kind of thing happens to lots of kittens in Slovenia. We were lucky. We were found and hand reared by a lovely group of Slovenian's and then adopted by this English couple, recently arrived in Slovenia. 4 months ago we moved to this farm. It's like cat heaven. Free food, a double bed with extra duvets, log fire, barns and ruins to explore, fields to run in. Every thing a cat needs. I'm very happy.