Not sure whether I’m happy that I got a picture of them together.
Not sure whether I’m happy that I got a picture of them together.
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.
Tessa here. Mom was so happy when she read all your compliments on our Catwalk. She sure did a good job, BUT I want to point out that I’m the chief designer!
Here’s Mom’s original version: two wall shelves, connected with some sort of weird bridge. Kajsa was very interested. Many of you know that we call her the Queen of Indecision as she’s very careful and needs a lot of time to make up her mind.
This picture is Kajsa in a nutshell: she stands on 3 legs, moving one foreleg forward, pretending to take the next step…
… only to take her paw back.
And forward. And back. And forward. And maybe, or maybe not, go one step. She was standing there for over an hour, moving her foreleg back and forth, until she decided that it’s not safe to walk on this bridge. At least for now. After a small break, she can continue with her decision-making progress for another hour.
Our human doesn’t take Kajsa’s indecision issues seriously as Kajsa always needs a lot of time to make up her mind. When she finally left the lower shelf, it was my turn to inspect Mom’s work. (Sigh. It’s not only our human who’s running out of patience when it gets to indecisive cats!) I had a look at the bridge, put 1 foot on it, and knew immediately that it won’t carry me. I left. Done.
When Mom saw me turning away, she knew that she’d have to come up with a different solution. So here’s what you saw yesterday: 3 wall shelves.
What did I say? I’m the chief designer! Ok, Mom frames it slightly differently, “if kamikaze cat is concerned about the Laws of Physics, it has to be really dangerous”, but the result is the same. I’m the chief designer. Now, where’s my paycheck?
Kajsa: that’s me, casually chilling on The Grand Catwalk.
Kajsa: What, Mom? Just because I never hang out on this particular shelf doesn’t mean that I’m up to something?
Kajsa: Ok ok, I give in. I admit that I don’t like Tessa occupying my favorite spot. So I thought I could teach her a lesson by blocking her.
Tessa: Maybe looks can kill?
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???
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?
Okay, we do admit that Mom made a great effort to catify our balcony, but keep in mind that she wanted to build a cuboid. We only demanded free access to the balcony, nothing more.
She also needs to become more efficient; it took her two days to build the cube. Way too long! Indeed, Kajsa and I were not satisfied. Mom took this picture while she was “working” on the balcony and saw two impatient cats through the window.
Don’t really understand how she had the nerves to take pictures – shouldn’t she spent all her time on her work? Would she play with her smart phone if her boss supervised her at work? Certainly not. Bah.
However, we were thrilled when she finally opened the balcony door! Kajsa, our Queen of Indecision stood the first hour on three legs in the living room holding the fourth paw through the door frame. The important decision “in or out” always requires a very long working process.
I again was very excited about exploring the world from our balcony. So many new perspectives and views! So I spent the entire evening on the window sill, observing the living room through the balcony window.
Can’t really understand why Mom got so annoyed. She normally complains that we ignore things she does for us. So here we were, on the window sill and in the door frame, exploring the world, appreciating our new freedom and her hard work, but she was still frustrated ?!?
Turned out that she wanted us to look at something else than the living room and the door frame. Human logic … wasn’t it her who enjoyed observing us in the living room earlier that day? And doesn’t she always stress that we’ve to be careful when exploring new places? So what is wrong with Kajsa’s careful decision-making process and me observing the living room? Sigh.
Feline friends, do I look annoyed?
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?
Not sure what’s happening here. I was just taking pictures of Tessa, and didn’t notice Kajsa in the background. When going through the pictures, I started wondering what Kajsa was actually up to.
Mom’s been telling us for ages that Granny’s closet is big enough for two cats, but so far we’ve been competing for sole rulership. Until yesterday. Mom was searching for us, and almost passed out when she had a look at the closet.
We all know how silly humans are, and our’s is no exception. She wanted to call Granny, and show her a New Year’s miracle, a sign that world peace is actually possible, when she heard Granny screaming that someone had thrown up a very juicy hairball on an expensive rug.