I was just enjoying summer in our wonderful garden.
Everything was under control.
Wait. What do you mean with that we’re moving houses???
WAIT. Why is this posting posted in AUTUMN?
Dear feline friends, we’re – again – ashamed and terrible sorry for this long break.
Mom’s this weird thing going on in her head: the blog was offline for such a long time, that’s why she needs to come up with some great posts, and that’s why she needs more time to write them, and that’s why ….
You, know, humans…. sigh. She started this post in August. And needed 2,5 months to look at the photos until I took over. So regular and normal posts from now on, hallelujah.
Kajsa spends her holiday on this wonderful closet, and she’s even trained Mom to play with her there.
Indeed, a flying Valerian mousie is always welcome.
We wonder when she’s “coming out of the closet”, as we suspect that she’s pondering over a great master strategy. And of course she had to rest a lot, too – the last weeks in Finland were very exhausting. Thank you for asking, King P., we’ll write more posts on the new apartment and moving soon!
Oh, in case you were wondering why I only showed pictures of Tessa yesterday: Kajsa spends most of her outside time on the doorstep, trying to decide whether she wants to go out. She needed about 30 minutes from the first to the last picture on this post.
She usually stands on three legs with her 4th paw in the air, uncertain if she wants to complete this step or turn around and go inside.
Although Kajsa drives me crazy with her indecision, I also appreciate her slow approach: she never manages to go on “smaller excursions” of her own, in the opposite to a certain long-haired cat.
Oh my cat, I’m so embarrassed. I was sleeping, and all the sudden I was laying on my back letting my belly fur breathe. And it gets worse – I was in the same room as Mom! This evil woman wanted to make my humiliation public and got her camera. What a relief that I woke up in the very last second – literally speaking. She took this picture 0,567 seconds too late.
You can still see my horror, but my belly is safe. Phew. So this was the third time Mom got to see my beautiful belly, and I’ll do my best to never show it to her again.
Oh, this silly human of mine goes always crazy when she sees my left hind paw – she simply can’t get enough of this brown spot on my pink paw pad. You see, I really don’t have to show my belly to make her go nuts.
However, she’s sometimes worried that the brown spot could be cancer, and she wants to show it to the vet at our annual check. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. She wants what?? Show the vet my paw pad? I’m still laughing – I’m looking forward to a bloody battle.
Enough is enough. Tessa has been flashing her belly a lot in the last time, bah. Do you even remember my Conservative Cuteness series? In short: I’ve shown my belly only twice to Mom, but I know a lot of positions to make her squeak.
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_________________________________________________________________ A blog hop is a specific topic bloggers write about on a certain day. The blog hop (hopping from one blog to another) collects all links, and makes it easy to see how others have interpreted this topic. This posting is part of The Cat On My Head’s blog hop Selfie Sunday.
So I’m a conservative cat and keep my private body parts for myself. And yes, my belly is very private, I hardly ever show it. Mom has seen my belly in its full glory only twice! But who says conservative isn’t hot cute?
Oh yes, believe me, I know how to make those silly humans squeak.