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Secret Activities

Find the cat!

Ok, I guess this wasn’t difficult.

The door of my bedroom is small. I was too lazy to fold the laundry rack, put it to another room and to rearrange all clothes. So when I just wanted to fix a small thing on the floor, I decided to store the clothes horse on my bed.

Mistake number 1: the rack fell on its side.
Mistake number 2: I thought it was funny-cute that Tessa immediately took advantage of the opportunity to place her fur everywhere.
Mistake number 3: I didn’t get the degree of “placing her fur everywhere”.

The laundry dried. I folded towels and didn’t pay attention to their color. Some days later, I was puzzled over weird strains on my towels. It didn’t make any sense until I found parts of a hairball on a sheet. Turned out that Tessa must have yakked a very juicy hairball while she was sitting under the tilted clothes horse. Gnarg.

I’ve no idea how she succeeded doing this in secret. Throwing up is very hard work for Tessa, and is normally accompanied by weird “pumping” sounds while hopping backwards at the same time.

 

Tail Index

The great thing about our catio is that Kajsa can celebrate her in-or-out indecision for hours because Mom doesn’t get annoyed – at least as long as it’s not too cold.

Over the last weeks, Kajsa elaborated different stages in her decision-making process: here she’s come quite far, but part of her tail is still inside!

 

Indecision saved the cat

So what was Kajsa’s reaction to Tessa’s adventure? Of course she had to inspect this very compelling pile of banana boxes, too.

Trouble is – we call her Queen of Indecision for a reason… Will she or will she not follow Tessa’s lead?

Watch the video on YouTube if the embedded video doesn’t work.

 

Clever fellow

Tessa here. I’m quite annoyed at Kajsa’s smarty-pants posts. That’s her side of the story, but I’ve hard evidence that I’m the clever cat when it comes to activity games (well, truth be told, I’m always smarter!).

Mom came up with a new self-made activity game, and hid treats in a basket full of old paper and rolls of toilet paper. However, I developed very quickly a short-cut to get to the treats.

Careful Kajsa is playing by the rules …

… but needs to work harder to get her share.

 

Why on earth is Mom laughing at me???

 

Cat of Wall Street

Do you remember that Mom called me stupid because I “cannot” solve difficult puzzles? Well, I’m the Cat of Wall Street, and my strategy is purely profit-based: just like humans, I let others do the dirty work.

Talking of stupid … Mom’s so naive and sweet. She locked Tessa out so that I could practice on my own, only to find out that I already knew how to handle the Turn Around toy, hehe. Eventually, Mom bought a second one, thinking that we could simultaneously play with our respective racks.

Well. Why should I work at all? When Tessa’s done with this one, she’ll start working on the second rack (observe the background!), hehe.

Don’t understand why Mom’s annoyed. 1. We use and appreciate something she bought for us. 2. We play together. What’s her problem now?

 

Tessa the builder

Some days after moving to our new place, I discovered something I’d rather not seen: a leaking water pipe in the kitchen. The following construction work drove me nuts, but surprisingly, the cats coped rather well.

I totally got Tessa’s excitement when our new kitchen arrived (mind you, after 6 weeks without a kitchen, I was very excited myself!).

 

However, I’ve to admit that I never understood why she was so fond of this very spot. She spent almost all her time there.

I know; cat logic, no idea to even bother, but I couldn’t stop wondering why on earth she was sitting there for many days. She never made a mess with the things around her, she was just relaxing on the concrete floor.

Anyway. She actually helped me a lot with her weird behavior. I was so stressed and annoyed by the construction work that I could do with some craziness. I normally had to laugh when I saw her and felt much better. So in a way I encouraged her sitting there, but I think she had another reason as well. A reason reasonable for cats.

 

Gangster Queens

And just for your information – Mom manipulated our catsitters. Of course she had a separate section on treats on her looooooong list of instructions and suggested several ways of making us work for treats. Bah. Why does Mom want us to work for treats? And not enough with puzzles – our live-in maid, Nickisreading , went one step further: she wanted to test our tricks.

Mom was so satisfied with herself that she bragged of our clicker training when she met Nickisreading. We know for example how to high-five, but Mom realized that we’re afraid of her hand when her palm is above our heads. We look like Mom’s going to slap us, and it’s not hard to guess what we may have experienced with human hands in our previous life. So we’re now learning a tougher version of high-five (honestly, we’re dangerous predators and high-five is for sissies!): a gangster greeting ritual ! We knock Mom’s fist, then we look to the right, then to the left and finally knock again.

So this endeavored catsitter wanted us to knock her fist, too! Bah. Tessa did her best to show that we’re indeed dangerous gangster kitties and won’t work on our ritual with outsiders. So Tessa flashed her fangs, but this silly girl didn’t know her own best and pointed on Tessa’s paws.

Hehehe. You can probably guess how this story ended: an injured catsitter on her way to the hospital! And best of all, she left the treat bag on the floor while she screamed in pain and tried to control the bleeding!

(Mom here: you can watch the video here if the embedded above doesn’t work on your device)

 

Help! How can we delete this video from our blog???

 

The great disappointment

So the silly human’s back home. We have to admit that we weren’t as hard as we wanted. We planned on ignoring her, showing our disrespect, but at the end of the day, we’re just two little poor cats: we were so happy to see our Mommy again that we couldn’t hide it.

However, this was before we found out that she didn’t get us any souvenirs. You should think that she’d bring bags of treats to bribe us – but nada. Quite the contrary happened! She had a look at the cupboard and said “I see the catsitters have spoiled you!”

Bah. Ok, she admitted that she wrote on the looooong list that they can spoil us rotten. Truth is that those clueless catsitters didn’t have a choice as we’re very dangerous predators. We protected our home, hissed, and were just about biting them to hospital, so they had to give us a lot of treats!

You think Mom’s behavior was bad? The worst thing is yet to come! We came to know that she was visiting Granny in Germany. Our wonderful Granny felt of course sorry for us, and wanted to buy some souvenirs. Can you believe that Mom just sneered at her???

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