BLOGGERS + CATS...

First up in the new series of cat interviews is the delectable Quincy. Jaja of July Stars has absolutely impeccable taste, so it naturally follows that this extends to felines.

Photo montage by Jaja

Just look at him! Without further ado, I give you, The Quincy Files:

What breed is he, how old, how did you come to live with him, why is he named after Quincy Jones?
Quincy is an Ocicat, a cross between Abyssinian and Siamese. I won’t discriminate against other cat breeds but he genuinely is a beautiful creature. His spots and elongated body give him a strong physical identity reminiscent of wild cats. He was born on the 8th of May 2009 at 2.30 am. We called him Quincy Jones in honour of the genius musician/producer we both adore.

How would you describe Quincy's personality?
He’s the opposite of subtle! He is loud, demanding, extremely confident, unshakeable if I’m at home (he will follow me everywhere), intelligent, observant, playful and a powerful hunter but he’s also the most loving animal in the world. He’s constantly clamouring for cuddles. He sleeps under the duvet with us at night and is particularly good at purring like a machine. Oh, and he can do very ambitious and ridiculously funny somersaults. He isn’t scared of anybody or anything and has a very close dog friend in the area with whom he plays a couple of times a week. No division of species or alienation for him, he truly believes we’re all equal and I suspect he thinks he’s human. A person trapped in a cat suit!

What is Quincy's favourite food?
There is nothing he won’t eat. Fish, meat, pizza, marmite on toast, Chinese food, bread, soups, lentils, salad, fruit, cheese, vegetables of all kinds. He’s particularly fond of spaghettis and olives. [Ed note: Lola also adores olives.] Well, you get the idea. In his opinion, if it’s good enough to be on our plate it’s good enough for his belly. He also spends an incredible amount of time trying to open the push click bin to search for remains of feasts. And he’s frequently successful! If you’re not careful while enjoying a meal you might suddenly find a paw in your plate desperately trying to grab something.

Where is Quincy's preferred lounging location? Does he have any signature poses?
He likes to sleep with his bum against my computer or on the keyboard. He also loves the bathroom floor as it has underfloor heating and he’s very much into lounging on piles of clothes or the top of the fridge, the perfect spot from which to survey cooking proceedings!

What is a day in the life of Quincy like?
He lives the life of a London aristocat. It’s all cocktails, socializing, farniente and pure enjoyment.

Do you have any amusing/weird/cute Quincy moments or stories you'd like to share?
About six months ago I received a phone call from a neighbour to tell me that he had just found Quincy devouring leftover pizza on his kitchen table. The pizza had been lovingly prepared by his wife with the finest ingredients and was supposed to be reheated that same evening. Unfortunately for them, nothing was left!

Quickfire round:

Birds or mice?
Both. He once brought back home a crow and mice are a common occurrence.

Sunlight or radiator?
Both.

Tap or bowl?
Bowl, always.

Lap or laptop?
Both.

Snuggling or stretching?
Both.

Cats or humans?
Definitely humans.

{Thank you so much Jaja, for joining in with my ridiculous harebrained scheme!}