Some of you may remember that it’s common to wear reflectors during the dark season in Finland (and why you should, too). I always fasten reflectors on each winter jacket and handbag in the beginning of the season. It’s normal to lose some reflectors before spring comes, but I was very surprised about the amount this year.
Well, until I suddenly caught some Cat’s Eye ….
Tessa: WHAT? I really love the new string toys you put on your jackets! And since they’re also called Cat’s Eye, it sure means that it’s a toy for us cats?
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.
Jej!!! Granny was kind enough to share her belated Christmas present with me!
Granny got to keep some high-tech machine, but I claimed this wonderful foil. I’m normally not a playful cat, but this very material is the most wonderful toy I ever had!
Oh, and don’t worry, my human knows that plastic is dangerous. I’m only allowed to play under supervision, but that’s actually even more fun – she hides wand toys under the foil and I’m eagerly playing like a crazy kitten.
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?