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.
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?
You bet I am! Not enough that Mom wrote a long list of instructions to someone-called-catsitter, no, she labelled our toys as well.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Just in case you can’t read Mom’s illegible scrawl: “Kajsa. (She’s too stupid for the other one)” Eh what????
Let me explain: Mom made a so-called ‘activity toy’ (where poor pets have to solve puzzles to get treats) by taping two cardboard packings upside down. I’m sorry, I can’t really explain what she did, but maybe you get it from the pictures.
These cardboard things are underneath cans and usually wrapped in plastic. Facing each other, they make a box with slits on each side. Mom fills the box with treats and thinks that this is a funny game. Bah.
Tessa figured right away that all treats will fall out when she turns the box, so Mom barricaded three of four slits.
However, I decided that I don’t want complicated puzzles, so I was just sitting in front of my box and meowed, and eventually, Mom gave up, hehehe. So now we’ve one complicated box for Tessa and a plain one for me.
Dear feline friends – who’s the stupid cat in YOUR opinion?
You know when your human is really excited and gets a lot of things from different rooms such as tape, a bread knife (best saw for cardboard), scissors, strings, boxes, a chair that you can turn into a ladder, pillows, blankets and a camera to document every bit of it? And you’re like Oh well, as long as she doesn’t take my scratching pad?
I guess I’m lucky that she also left the green armchair in peace.
I dunno why Mom is looking at me with joy and anticipation, but I’m quite comfy here. I’d appreciate if she’d deal with Granny though – she started complaining that “her” living room looks worse than it did when Mom was a kid and had her toys spread all over the place?
Nope. I’m not ashamed, Mom, and yes, I’d do it again.
Even Kajsa appreciates my hard work – note the empty roll in the background!! – so why can’t you?
To our most loyal readers: yes, these are old pictures from our old place, but we had long blog breaks so we need to catch up! So yesterdays pictures were also dated, and we’ll show some more posts with older stuff under the upcoming weeks.
One night we were having so much fun that we forgot that we mustn’t play on the human bed at night. Mom turned on the lights and couldn’t believe her eyes: tampons everywhere!
How could she hide such a wonderful toy from us?? It’s been one of our most favorite toys ever since, and you should also try it out! According to Google, it’s a popular cat toy worldwide! So yes, we have male cat litter although we love to play with female human “litter accessories”.
It’s strange though, we get the impression that Mom wants to keep it a secret that she sometimes buys tampons?? She tries to collect all tampons before we get visitors, but she somehow always forgets one or two …
It was a cold and dark November afternoon in Northern Europe when an Australian tourist checked in at Helsinki-Vantaa’s Airport. She hugged her host. They maybe shed a tear or two, but it was impossible to tell as the cold rain had soaked into all their clothes. K. asked her friend to cuddle her cheeky monkeys when she got home.
K. went through the security control, did some shopping, and arrived at the boarding gate in time. She checked her carry-on for a last time: passport, mobile phone, laptop, a small pillow, sleep mask, headphones, purse… yes, she was prepared for a long flight to the other end of the world. She got to her seat, closed her eyes and thought about Perth. Summer. Warmth. A barbie. Hubby. Many hours away, but she was coming closer. She decided to watch a movie, opened her laptop and got her headphones.
Wait. Those cheeky bastard monkeys.
Feline friends – this could have become a great book on revenge and feline superiority. We imagined K. would sit for many many hours on a plane and couldn’t listen to any music. Turned out they sell headphones on airplanes. Bah.
We really love the groundplan of our new residence because you can walk in circles!
Mom’s shrink says that Mom should try to do more sports, and of course we want to support her as good as we can. That’s why we demand that Mom is doing her daily circle training: we want her to run with a string toy from the living room through the kitchen to the bedroom and through the hall to the living room to the kitchen to … It’s a wonderful family event! Mom runs, Tessa runs after her to catch the string toy, and Kajsa runs after Tessa to chase the toy from her.
Our second discipline includes a ball. Mom throws a ball from the living room though the kitchen to the bedroom, and we run a race to be first. We then want Mom to come and throw the ball through the hall to the living room. It’s a great variation to the string-toy-circle-training: Mom doesn’t have to run that much, but getting the ball is great exercise. Sometimes she just has to bend down, but she also needs to stretch and crawl because the ball gets somehow often under furniture.
Intruder K. claims to be a good friend of Moms, and you should think that she only wants the best for her. Can you believe that she thinks that Mom’s nuts because she’s running in circles through the apartment???