One of my neighbors asked if I could spend some time at their place the next day. Their cat Mr. Shy had a tumor and needed surgery. His staff had to go to work and wanted someone to check on him. Since he’s shy, there’s no point in just coming by, so we agreed that I would hang for an hour or so in their apartment, hoping that he’d show up.
I didn’t get to see his brother Mr. Very Shy – well, apart from a black lightning for about 0,000012 seconds when he was running for his life to get under the bed. Luckily, the patient, Mr. Shy, decided that I’m (most likely) not a dangerous raptor and showed up.
I was even allowed to touch him! I was very impressed that he was doing so well after his surgery – he’s 16 years old!!
Hehe. I think he’s normally not allowed on the table, but he convinced me that he’s suffering a lot and I felt very sorry for him.
Once upon a time our human forgot our favorite treats in her handbag. I regularly check her bag ever since – you never know, do you? I’m sure our human’s brain is a colander because she’s so forgetful and often confused.
Shoot – has she cleaned her ears or since when can she hear what I’m doing here?
Stop complaining, human. The one who can’t do elegant pull-ups has no business telling me that I get way too many treats.
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From Intruder Dog to Kamikaze Squirrel – oh, we’re very busy!
Some squirrels live on our roof and they often pass our window when they climb (!) the exterior wall of our house.
Although our human admires their climbing skills, she doesn’t want to reward them. We suggested that they could take a break on our floor. We feel very sorry for these squirrels. It’s so cold outside, they’re probably freezing and hungry. Who wouldn’t want to spend some time inside to warm up?
You can’t imagine the smell in our castle when we returned. How could our humanlet a dog live here?! We were sniffing and marking our territory for hours. Of course only with our cheeks and paws; no urine – at least this time (yes, that’s a warning, human!).
Intruder Dog also played with one of our toys, a kickeroo. Our human says that she actually gave it to Intruder Dog (THE NERVE), but apparently forgot to tell his owner that “we” don’t want the kickeroo back. Bah. Just because we ignored it for over a year, doesn’t mean that she can give it away.
Kajsa made sure to claim the kickeroo back. Very important to teach both Intruder Dog and our Traitor Human a lesson – this kickeroo is ours. Kajsa even flashed her belly!!
We’re now afraid that Kajsa’s move wasn’t that clever after all. Our human said that she should give all our neglected toys to Intruder Dog – envy works apparently better than valerian. Bah.
Ok, she has been treating us very badly recently, and no, we neither forget nor forgive. However, we could all do with a peaceful Sunday. I really love cuddling with my human after I washed her. She’s always so dirty and doesn’t take care of her personal hygiene – I’ve never seen her washing herself!!!
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We traveled back to Finland yesterday. We got used to traveling over the years, but of course we don’t really like it. You’d think our human had a bad conscience and did all she could to make us feel comfortable. Think again! We couldn’t believe our ears when she checked in:
Our human (gives our passports*): One person and two cats to Helsinki.
Staff: Thank you. Oh, your cats are soooo cute!!
Our human: Don’t get fooled. If you’re screening for terrorists, you should call security.
Staff (laughs): My sister has cats, and yes, they look cute, but they’re jerks ….
Bah! How dare she make fun of us while we’re in an exposed situation?!? Oh, just wait until we catch up on some sleep – if she wants us to be terrorists, she better runs while she still can.