Other humans and visitors

The Sister From Hell

Phew – Mom’s visitor finally left! We can’t believe this person was her sister (NO! We won’t call her auntie!) because she was so different.

However, they’ve one thing in common: insomnia issues. Our human snores a lot, so she offered her our bedroom to her sister. This is already bad enough: we don’t like when our human changes her routines, and her sleeping on the sofa was very confusing. But it got worse. Her sister closed the bedroom door at night !!! She was longing for a silent room and privacy.

cat sits in a box on a wall shelf

WHAT? Of course we were scratching at the door, making sure that she didn’t get a silent room, but how dare she claim privacy in our Queendom? Now, we know that we complained a lot when Mom’s Australian friend K. visited us last fall. Some of you may remember that Mom insisted on closing the bathroom door to get some privacy – but that was only for some minutes a time, not a whole night!

Looking on the bright side, we liked the um … creative … way Mom’s sister made the bed, but that doesn’t excuse her very rude behavior.

cat loves when my bed is a mess

Oh yes. Kajsa got so excited when the sister from hell finally left. When Mom moved back to her bed, Kajsa was dancing on her belly all night.

Cat doesn't like visitors

Now Mom threatens that she’ll also start closing the door if Kajsa continues partying on her belly, but we assume she’s joking – she sure wouldn’t dare bouncing us from the bedroom ?

 

Post-traumatic Exhaustion

Do I look exhausted? You bet I am. Our visitor finally left, and we’re all trying to catch up some sleep.

cat resting after visitors

We’re sorry for the blog break – our human was so tired that she couldn’t think clearly. Can you believe that she actually pre-wrote some postings to keep our blog running, but FORGOT to schedule them? Bah.

I guess we’re lucky that she didn’t forget to feed us? She said that we’ll go back to daily posts now, but we don’t dare to promise anything. Her memory is like a sieve!

 

Temper Tantrum

WHAT is this person doing in our apartment? And why do you’ve better things to do than blogging??

Only for 4 days”. Does she really think she can impress me with her sweetest voice?

I better throw a tantrum to tell her my opinion.

I guess the intruder is gone now? Don’t get me wrong, she sure is a nice person, but Mom doesn’t live up to our service standards!

 

Things humans do when no one is watching

Picture credit: @Nickisreading (Instagram)

Our silly human was very surprised when she got this picture from our catsitter: we never sit like that when Mom’s home.

Come on! Why should we behave the same with a different person? Did she really think that we’d sit all day on our usual spots and miss her?

Besides, when she gets visitors, she also behaves different, and does a lot of things she normally doesn’t. Like closing the bathroom door. Getting dressed. Eating at the diner table instead of in front of her computer. Covering her mouth when she’s coughing. Hiding our tampons. Picking her nose only in the bathroom.

Ups. Guess she wanted to keep that a secret, hehe.

 

 

How to get to know your new neighborhood

The other day, we had an appointment for our annual veterinary check-up. Some of you may remember that I bought an old pram to cut down taxi bills: I don’t have a car, and two boxes are difficult to carry on public transportation.

I guess I can forget about being anonymous in my neighborhood.

P.S. They’re both doing great, but we need to get their teeth done this summer. Nothing serious though, only tartar and plaque.

 

Gangster Queens

And just for your information – Mom manipulated our catsitters. Of course she had a separate section on treats on her looooooong list of instructions and suggested several ways of making us work for treats. Bah. Why does Mom want us to work for treats? And not enough with puzzles – our live-in maid, Nickisreading , went one step further: she wanted to test our tricks.

Mom was so satisfied with herself that she bragged of our clicker training when she met Nickisreading. We know for example how to high-five, but Mom realized that we’re afraid of her hand when her palm is above our heads. We look like Mom’s going to slap us, and it’s not hard to guess what we may have experienced with human hands in our previous life. So we’re now learning a tougher version of high-five (honestly, we’re dangerous predators and high-five is for sissies!): a gangster greeting ritual ! We knock Mom’s fist, then we look to the right, then to the left and finally knock again.

So this endeavored catsitter wanted us to knock her fist, too! Bah. Tessa did her best to show that we’re indeed dangerous gangster kitties and won’t work on our ritual with outsiders. So Tessa flashed her fangs, but this silly girl didn’t know her own best and pointed on Tessa’s paws.

Hehehe. You can probably guess how this story ended: an injured catsitter on her way to the hospital! And best of all, she left the treat bag on the floor while she screamed in pain and tried to control the bleeding!

(Mom here: you can watch the video here if the embedded above doesn’t work on your device)

 

Help! How can we delete this video from our blog???

 

The great disappointment

So the silly human’s back home. We have to admit that we weren’t as hard as we wanted. We planned on ignoring her, showing our disrespect, but at the end of the day, we’re just two little poor cats: we were so happy to see our Mommy again that we couldn’t hide it.

However, this was before we found out that she didn’t get us any souvenirs. You should think that she’d bring bags of treats to bribe us – but nada. Quite the contrary happened! She had a look at the cupboard and said “I see the catsitters have spoiled you!”

Bah. Ok, she admitted that she wrote on the looooong list that they can spoil us rotten. Truth is that those clueless catsitters didn’t have a choice as we’re very dangerous predators. We protected our home, hissed, and were just about biting them to hospital, so they had to give us a lot of treats!

You think Mom’s behavior was bad? The worst thing is yet to come! We came to know that she was visiting Granny in Germany. Our wonderful Granny felt of course sorry for us, and wanted to buy some souvenirs. Can you believe that Mom just sneered at her???

House Party

Mom’s still away, and oh yes, she will pay for abounding us. However, we’ve to admit that this “somebody-called-catsitter” thing turned out ok.

Mom hired two maids to serve us in her absence. One live-in maid and one live-out servant who’s compensating for the house maid when she’s off duty. It’s very difficult to find live-in servants nowadays, so we guess we’ve to accept that the live-in maid is not covering all days of Mom’s vacation.

That being said, we do require a certain standard. That’s me on the grand catwalk, demanding entertainment.

Now that’s working pretty well!

That way I can also show our new maids that I’m a very talented and dangerous predator, so they better treat me with respect – and don’t call me stupid.

Now after the hunting party, I’d expect a great feast for the feline aristocracy. It’s according the etiquette, isn’t it?

 

When the human’s away

So where’s Mommy? I’ve been looking for her all day!

Maybe she’s just behind the house? I better check the other window as well.

Nope. Good thing is that she can’t complain now that I’m blocking the way to the (cat-proofed) balcony. But this won’t help me in the long run: we’re left all to ourselves, and we’ll probably starve to death soon.

You know, I really tried my best to prevent her departure. Yesterday she found a tick behind my ear and failed to remove it – its head is still under my skin. I thought she’d stay home, nurse me and give me a lot of treats, but all she did was to check with a vet if “we” need to come. Bah. Vet. I just need treats and attention to feel better!

Can you believe that she left me heavily injured?? She just added a note to the loooooong list to someone-called-catsitter and asked to keep an eye on my wound. And then … then the unbelievable happened. She just cut my wonderful fur behind my left ear so that someone-called-catsitter / a vet can control my wound. Bah. I look terrible, so I didn’t let her take any pictures.

Uh-oh. Someone’s tinkering with the door lock. Help! Thieves? Or even worse – the vet???

 

Bad Neighborhood

We already know that we can’t rely on Mom’s judgement call when it comes to apartments. We’ve now found out why we hardly see squirrels around here – it’s because of our bad neighborhood!

Mom took these pictures about 600 meters from our house. This tree looks like an ordinary fir, and Mom’s instincts are so badly evolved that she didn’t pay any attention.

But somehow it even crossed her mind that she often sees squirrels and birds here. So Mrs Super Brain had a closer look… just look what’s behind the branches: a squirrel and bird paradise! Snow-free, dry and hidden, that’s what these little suckers like. Is it any wonder that they don’t hang out at our place?

It’s so important to check your potential neighborhood before moving somewhere, even though Mom claims that Finland is a very safe country without any real bad neighborhoods. Bah. And what is this??? We’ve neighbors who are spending time and money on a secret bird and squirrel restaurant!!

We think she should take us to this place, but Mom said “I’m afraid our neighbors won’t appreciate when I walk cats to their feeding station”. So she is afraid of our neighbors? How can she still claim that there’s nothing wrong with our neighborhood?

 

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