Talking of gifts: we didn’t get anything for Christmas!
Our human says that
a) we’ve not been good girls
b) we’re only cats – she doesn’t even give Christmas presents to humans.
c) that she didn’t get anything for Christmas either (see b)
“Only cats” , “not good girls” … How dare she? And her lies continue: she didn’t get any Christmas presents*, BUT she stole Granny’s gift!
Yesterday we showed that Granny got some expensive high-tech recorder / hard drive for her tv. And guess who’s playing with it now? Right. Our human. She stole her own mother’s Christmas gift!
She says that she’s installing, updating and explaining the device for her mother. She thinks she’s unselfish, and that her mother is grateful for her help. Bah. We know that humans love pressing buttons and playing with anything that has a screen, so she can’t fool us. She’s a thief!
* Note to L.: she loved your homemade candy! We cats don’t consider it a gift though because we got treats, too, and that’s something we should get all day every day.
Uh-oh. I better keep a low profile today and look as cute as possible. My human is FURious about an ever so tiny furry incident.
My human was surprised to find a hairball on the floor this morning: I always barf on rugs, sofas, beds or any other delicate material, but this hairball was next to a rug. Shouldn’t she just be happy? And even more important, shouldn’t other persons in this household stay out of this? No – of course Grandpa had to intervene.
Something strange happened tonight. When I went to the bathroom, I stepped into something juicy on a rug. Couldn’t really identify what it was, looked like poo, but smelled differently? I got it off my feet but couldn’t find it afterwards. I didn’t want to turn on the light because I was afraid to wake you up.
I couldn’t find anything when I got up this morning – was this just a dream?
Is it my fault that I have so much fur? Is it my fault that Grandpa is too stupid to walk around a hairball? Of course not! So why am I to blame ?!?
Someone told me
It’s all happening at the zoo
I do believe it
I do believe it’s true
(Simon and Garfunkel)
The worst thing at Granny’s place are all ( ~one~ editor’s note) the closed doors. Grandpa has his own Gentlemen Room. Our human says this is only fair after we kicked Grandpa out of the bedroom. Bah. She conveniently neglects that all rooms belong to cats by law.
You would think a glass door gave us at least some control over Mystery Room. Admittedly, the door saves our lives as we’re not dying of curiosity, but it also works against us. We often lurk in front of Grandpa’s room, ready to run for our lives as soon as the door opens. Humans are typically way too slow for agile and talented cats like us, but the glass door infringes any surprise attacks – Grandpa knows exactly where we are when he opens the door. Bah.
I once swore that I’ll never ever buy a fancy cat bed. For one, I saw way too many funny pictures of cats preferring shabby pizza boxes to expensive cat beds. Second, Tessa and Kajsa like most of my DIY cat beds, at least after I got the hang of it (they’re picky!). Third, I have hardly any money, and I’d rather spend it on high quality food than beds.
Well well. Unfortunately, humans have a tendency to do things they would never ever do, and I’m no exception. I fell in love with these cute cat beds at our local pet store. I was looking at them for months, and then, one day, they were on sale. I got very excited. Even though the reduced price was still pretty expensive to me, I just couldn’t resist.
I was thrilled when I saw Kajsa using it. Frankly, it felt like winning the lottery – spending my last bucks on an expensive cat bed which at least one of my cats likes!!
This could have been a sweet story, but you’ve probably already understood that this is not the end of it. I’m glad I got a picture of Kajsa in this bed because it was the only time I ever saw a cat in it. Weeks passed by. I tried the bed in different rooms, nothing happened.
After some months, a friend visited me with her newborn baby. She breastfed her baby boy on the sofa, and when he fell asleep, I had a wonderful idea: could we upgrade the cat bed to an infant bed? Oh yes, he liked it a lot and slept like an angel. Unfortunately, babies are much alike cats in many ways – suddenly, he yakked all the milk on the bed. Sigh.
His mother was very embarrassed, but living with cats means that barf on textiles feels normal, doesn’t it? OK, I probably shouldn’t have said “Oh, that’s great! The cats may actually now use the bed as it smells of milk puke”. My friend couldn’t hide her disturbed face, suggesting that I’m a freak (of course I am!). Well. Tessa showed indeed interest, but never put a paw into the bed.
Eventually, I gave up and sold the bed on Ebay. However, puke doesn’t really trigger Ebay bidders, so in the end I gave it away for free. I just couldn’t stand looking at the bed any more. If there’s any common sense left in my brain – please make that I never ever buy an expensive cat bed again!
User satisfaction studies suggest that opinions on cat-friendly rugs vary widely. Interestingly enough, results do not only show discrepancies on various kind of rugs, but also one specific rug may evoke contradictory experiences among different types of users.
Sigh. My contribution to the topic Back To School: practicing my academic English on saying “I think this rug is not cat-friendly, but my cats disagree.”
Feline friends! We all know that not humans but cats are the most advanced species on Earth. Let’s take insomnia as an example. Ever heard of a cat suffering from sleeping problems? Right. We thought so. Humans again often complain that they don’t get enough sleep.
Mom is a total wimp when she wakes in the middle of the night and can’t fall asleep again. Staying in bed for many restless hours makes her even more anxious, so she often tries to rest on the sofa when she’s having one of her sleepless nights. Well, her trash is my pleasure – I love the extra blankets!!
Pay attention to all the details on this picture! My curtains are underneath all blankets, and you can also see my perfect box!
Oh yes, kitties, life is good. I’ll stay here all day to catch up on my sleep: nursing whining humans is so exhausting!!
P.S. Mom said she was too tired to keep up with blogs and other social media – she’ll try to catch up asap. Her apologies.
You know how humans go crazy before they get visitors? When they’re obsessed with cleaning?
Kajsa is very afraid of vacuum cleaners. She’ll usually hide somewhere in a lair, mortally terrified. I again discovered the benefits of Mom’s cultural roots: nothing can stop her when she’s cleaning the German way; she’s completely lost in her own world, especially under time pressure.
The perfect opportunity to look out for my favorite toy, hehe. Mom’s so stressed that she doesn’t see me, and the vacuum cleaner is so noisy that she can’t hear me.
Oh, and it’s not only for pleasure! I really did my best to prevent The Sister From Hell from invading our place: Mom run out of extra chargers, and her phone died when she was on her way to the terminal. Unfortunately, she spotted her sister without calling her. Bah. I thought I could count on Mom’s face blindness, but apparently she spend most of her life with this person.