The other day, we had an appointment for our annual veterinary check-up. Some of you may remember that I bought an old pram to cut down taxi bills: I don’t have a car, and two boxes are difficult to carry on public transportation.
I guess I can forget about being anonymous in my neighborhood.
P.S. They’re both doing great, but we need to get their teeth done this summer. Nothing serious though, only tartar and plaque.
Good news! We’ve more than one source of income! Our backyard chicks are growing nicely, but our house offers so much more: some birds are still breeding on the roof! The chicks are flapping their wings, eager and helpless at the same time. Oh, we are right underneath, and try to encourage them to take the next step!
You may remember that we live on the top floor…
Come on, little fellow, spread your wings and dare to fly for the very first time in your life! We will take good care of you!
Indeed, wonderful times ahead, I better get started to prepare myself. I know that Mom laughs about my in-or-out indecision, but Carefulness Saved The Cat! I think I’ll be on the balcony in about 1,5 hours – just about time when our visitor arrives, I think.
Thank you for your sympathies! If humans hijacked our yard, Mom would call the police. When mad gulls commit the very same crime, she says
It’s this time of the year, once the chicks fledge, their parents will have better things to do than terrorizing everybody around our house.
Wait. It makes actually total sense now when we come to think about it: Mom is in general very subservient to animals. Her diet is largely vegetarian: she normally eats meat or fish once a week, and tries to compensate that by cooking as many vegan meals as possible. Last, but not least, she’s under our paws, and her friends think that we terrorize her. Is it any wonder that she likes gulls even though they’re mad and dangerous?
That being said, it’s very frustrating that we’ve to rely on her. We’re still on a curfew because we’re too afraid to go out. So what happens when a vegan mammal tries to keep track on birds? Well, you name it: it’s a disaster.
This is the picture we showed yesterday:
But Mom took more pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Bully Gull’s offspring.
Eh? She suddenly realized that their colors were different, and now she’s confused. The colors on the photos are realistic: one of them was white and the other gray. However, the pattern on weir wings and the color on their tails are similar. They also behaved the same way: helpless; neither of them could fly nor defend themselves.
So now she doesn’t know whether both chicks of Mr. Bully Gull survived or if we’re dealing with two different species. Humans! They are so helpless without us! Can anyone help us here?
Whoever this second fellow is: he’s feeling way to comfortable in our realm! Frankly, we are very tolerant, and we’d love to host a multicultural feast. So we’ll just cope with Mom’s lacking ornithological skills and add the second chick to our menu as a surprise course.
Feline friends, this is an open invitation: come and join us for The Big Chick Feast !
Our garden has been the center of violent street gangs for over a month now. They are very aggressive, and no one dares to go to our garden. Very strong and tall men like our groundskeeper surrendered: he was too afraid to cut the grass!
So who are the gangsters of our backyard? May I introduce – Mr. and Mrs. Bully Gull *shudder*
Two chicks fell off our roof in the beginning of June. Mr. and Mrs. Bully Gull took Darwin’s law into their own claws and turned our garden into a nursery. One of them was always on parole, and oh my, they really took their duty seriously. Not only did they attack everybody around our house, but also threatened us poor cats when we were on our catio.
Mom has somehow succeeded to take a picture. She was so in love with this little fellow.
On a sidenote – I’m a very talented predator! I knew something was going to happen there! That’s me, next to the hiding spot of the chicks. I was in the right place, but unfortunately at the wrong time – about 2 days before our yard turned into a gull zone.
Since the nursery opened, it has been difficult to go out. Mr. Gull scared the bejesus out of me, and I hid for a long time under Mom’s bed after we got in. On top of all, Mom didn’t feel sorry for me!! She said she understands that Mr. and Mrs. Gull have second thoughts about me, casually walking outside and minding my own business.
Mom has checked upon the chicks whenever she got a chance. It’s nice that she’s so concerned, controlling that they thrive nicely, preparing to become the main course of our big feast!
That’s our little chick one month later, almost grown-up!
He’s now a juvenile! Mom saw that he’s training his wings, and she believes he’ll soon learn to fly. Wonderful! Best time to reap the harvest: he has grown a lot, but is still vulnerable enough to get caught!
So keep tuned, we’ll share pictures of our epic feast anytime soon!
Hi fellows, Mom wants to thank you for your advice on yesterday’s post. She’ll keep you posted. Frankly, I couldn’t care less what Mom’s gotta do with Kajsa the Drama Queen. In fact, I’ve far more severe issues I’d like Mom to focus on.
You think you’re looking at an idyllic scene with a gorgeous cat? Think again (well, apart from the gorgeous part)! I’m a perfect cat for a suburban environment: my fur melts with concrete and rocks, I’m almost invisible. Almost. Why on earth has Mom bought a red harness and leash?? She destroyed my camouflage!
It gets even worse. On top of this rock was a lovely family – a squirrel with its offspring!!! My useless human squeaked in delight. I certainly was also delighted, but I didn’t get to express my joy because Mrs. Squirrel and her brats run away. Not sure if they saw the red leash, silly Mom or if they were afraid of her outburst – fact is that she totally ruined my day.
You think that was all for today? It gets even worse. The picture is from the end of May. Since the beginning of June, we’ve had quite a situation on our backyard. Mom still thinks that our neighborhood isn’t dangerous, but we’re actually facing violent street fights with different gangs involved. It got so bad that we can’t use our backyard anymore. And it’s not only me, even humans get nervous when they pass our street. So we’ve been stuck in the park when we go out, but Mrs Squirrel doesn’t live there. Bah.
You’ll hear more about our very dangerous street tomorrow. It took a while until Mom got all the pictures she needed – she was too afraid to stay for more than 20 seconds on our yard. A man got actually injured the other day because he didn’t mind his own business and got involved. While I do think that Mom deserves to get punished for her stupid squirrel behavior, I do not want her to go to hospital; I need her thumbs to open my cans.
It’s been over a year since we moved from a semi-detached house with a garden to an apartment building. Don’t get confused, we moved this spring again, but our current place is quite alike the former apartment house.
Kajsa hasn’t been outside ever since we left the single-family house. Why? Well, she never made it to the groundplan because she couldn’t make up her mind in the staircase (the house has no elevator). I admit that I often run short of patience; I normally waited for 15 minutes (felt like hours) before I gave up. However, lack of patience was not the reason we never got to the first floor. One day, we were for over an hour in the staircase, but then some neighbor came home and Kajsa fled to our apartment. It’s actually a miracle that we had the staircase for ourselves for over an hour. I figured that unless I go out with Kajsa in the middle of the night (when all neighbors are sleeping), we’ll never ever come to the next stop that requires heavy thinking: the front door. Sigh.
Tessa has been out with me several times, and Kajsa knows where we are because she watched us from the window. I was nevertheless uncertain whether she actually understands what is waiting for her beyond the d**** staircase. I carried her twice to the transparent front door, thinking that she may get out when she sees the park behind our house. Well. She was interested but her indecision required so much time that our neighbors decided for her: she runs in panic to our apartment as soon as someone else is in the staircase.
There’s another problem here: when she’s running up the stairs, she’s way faster than me which in turn multiplies her anxiety because the leash is stopping her. As a result, she’s now afraid of the leash. Sigh.
Some weeks ago, I decided to give it a last try: I carried her all the way out. Don’t get me wrong – it’s of course fine if Kajsa doesn’t want to go out. Thing is, she wants to go out, but her indecision makes it impossible to ever get to this point. She was really mad at me in the staircase, she hissed, tried to escape and started growling like a very dangerous dog. However, once we were in the park, she actually loved being outside.
She wasn’t hiding, but got up to have a better view. She was really exploring, went way longer than Tessa and tried to chase birds. After 1,5 hours (!) she took a break. Can’t really see a very unhappy panicky cat on this picture either.
So what to do with our Queen of Indecision? We had the same ride the next time we went out. A crazy cat fearing for her life in the staircase, and a very happy cat outside.
Now I’m the one with an indecision issue. Shall I continue forcing her out? I’m feeling like a very bad person in the staircase, but I also feel like doing the right thing once we’re in the park.
Summary: she’s very afraid and totally crazy while I carry her out. Once we’re outside, she’s very happy. We’ll never get to the point that she slowly gets herself out because she needs too much time: we’d need at least 5 hours until we’re outside, and we’ll never have the staircase to ourselves for such a long time. When a neighbor is in the staircase, she goes crazy. So there’s no other way than carrying her out.
Mom finally got herself to do one of the last tasks after moving to a new place: to sew curtains. I don’t really understand why she postponed this for so long, but then again, we all know that humans are screwed up. Chasing threads was great fun, and of course I was also in charge of quality assessment! My job was to control that her stitches withstand all kinds of strains.
And then … something unexpected happened. I found the love of my life! I don’t really know what got into me, but the material of these very curtains was one of most delightful things I’ve ever touched with my paws.
I suffered from serious separation anxiety when Mom hang the curtains. I would often stand on my back legs, gently scratching my curtains and even give them some bities. Mom got so fed up felt so sorry for me that she eventually gave in and bought the same curtains one more time – just for me!
Oh yes, life is good now. This was a well-working compromise: I leave Mom’s curtains in peace, and get to snuggle with my own curtains the way I like.
The good thing about selfies with cats is that I’m anonymous without making an effort.
And luckily, paws don’t stink. I actually like the smell of Tessa’s feet.
The downside … well, you’re likely to deal with a butt on your face.
I guess I should be thankful that her ladyship’s bottom is not on my mouth!
Yes, some of you have seen the last picture already on Instagram, but I thought I’d share it here as well. (And heck, I need to get a similar picture editing app for my pc – the last picture is worlds apart from the others!)
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I’m sure many of you have read the sad news from Finland (N) – sadly, King Punapippuri passed away. His human, Äiti, is one of the wisest humans I’ve ever met, and her posting on Punapippuri’s death is no exception.
Please, as soon as you can move through the shock, celebrate his life and feel joy for what he shared with us. He brought me friends from across the world and enriched my small life far more than I could ever have imagined.
We’ll spend today celebrating King P. – that’s how we used to call him. When I was a hysterical newbie, Äiti became my mentor. I had never had cats in my life. I didn’t know what hairballs are, that it’s not the end of the world when they don’t poop every day, that them denying food didn’t mean that they’d die tonight. It was a crazy summer, and I was so thankful to have someone in Finland to help me. I’ll never forget the evening when I was afraid that Kajsa may die of an overdose, and Äiti called to help me through the night.
Some of you may remember my early posts: analytical and focused on cats and mental health; rather an informative blog than a diary. What I didn’t expect was the community feeling that comes along with a blog, and all the sudden, our blog was not an informative blog on cats and mental health anymore. Punapippuri was a very big part of this community. I saw Punapippuri’s blog in my Facebook feed one day – how funny that Äiti and I were both foreigners in Finland, blogging in English about cats! Keep in mind that Finland’s population is only 5 million (plus 1 – Äiti became a Finnish citizen this year!).
Punapippuri advised the girls on how to make me a perfect servant, and sent us gifts and treats. Äiti and I met twice in Helsinki. We wish you all the best, Punapippuri, and we’re sure that you are now reunited with Veli Stran.
Here are some pictures and posts about the joy King P. brought into our life.