Mamma had one of her nightmares the other day. She was at the psychiatric hospital where she stayed for three months last year. The nurses had taken us away, because Mamma didn’t take care of us. Well, she did, but her house was such a mess, that the psychiatrists decided that Mamma couldn’t take care of herself, and certainly not of her cats. This nightmare never seemed to stop; she was cleaning all the time, but it wasn’t good enough. Tessa and I were lonely and on death row, and Mamma was exhausted and distressed. She tried to smuggle us somewhere in a parcel, but the nurses controlled all her bags and boxes.
I think the nurses sound very evil; I want to bite them and pee on their beds. Mamma says that it’s really bad to be on psychiatric ward, but the nurses weren’t evil. Mamma didn’t know her own best when she was there, and that’s why they decided everything for her, even though Mamma didn’t agree. (more…)
UPDATE: Pah! I wrote this post yesterday, but Mamma was too lazy to post it! /Kajsa
Hi, Kajsa here. Mamma is still taking a break, but I managed to get my paws on her computer. I won’t do Mamma’s weekly review (what’s the point anyways?? I want food now!), but I need to tell you about our humiliation!
We were both sitting on the sofa observing some strange behavior: (more…)
Huh huh, so I was hysterical again. It’s funny: I’m very good with infants and toddlers. I’m known as the calm adult; the one who knows what to do, the one who doesn’t freak out. A slightly different version of myself is writing this blog. I know how to care for humans, but I’ve no experiences with cats. It’s therefore scary to be responsible for Tessa and Kajsa, and I’m so grateful for all the help I get. Thank you, 3+1 cats and Punapippuri for giving me advice on my Facebook page!
So what happened today? Tessa was coughing / gagging a couple of times, and I assumed she’s dealing with a hairball (and will most likely die). (more…)