It’s a bit late for Christmas stuff, but we guess it’s ok to show Christmas presents in the middle of January when Spitty’s staff writes Christmas cards on Jan 2nd, hehe. In fact, we got a present from Spitty’s first officer Punapippuri – a calendar for 2017 with all the celebrities of Finland (N).
I had of course a good sniff at everything. You know, we hardly ever get visits from mancats. The last one was Mr. Black Cat at our old place, but Kajsa chased him away with her iron paw.
Did you notice the perfect wrapping paper?? Birdies in Christmas costumes, waiting to get picked up by hungry felines?
A purrfect parcel, indeed. Mom now has a calendar which will remind her to give us treats every day (she’s quite forgetful), a Christmas card and a piece of art from the Catio Tales. Thank you very much!!
… to feel safe and to seek solace, didn’t see Kajsa yesterday.
It takes an hour to drive from my parents’ place to the airport. I was sitting on the backseat with the girls. Kajsa showed me very clearly that she wanted to be close to me, and the second I put my fingers into her box, she calmed down and felt safe.
Kajsa wouldn’t need a leash at the airport either. The cats have to leave the transportation box for security check. When I took Kajsa on my arm, she hid under my shirt, pressed herself towards my skin and didn’t move an inch. Poor little thing. I’m always relieved that she gladly goes back to her box afterwards because she feels safe inside, too. Tessa again is so curious that she wants to explore the airport every time we’re traveling, and she’s always disappointed when she has to go back to her box.
Now we’re all safe back in Finland. We’re sleeping a lot and enjoy being home again – even though we all had a great time in Germany.
Do you remember that Granny and Mom had a weird competition about whose side of the double bed I prefer? They believe that I nap on the bed of my favorite person, and both try to attract me with various tricks.
Turned out, however, that they don’t always want my attention. Neither of them appreciates for example my 5 am visits. Granny even grumbled “Take care of your scheiss cat”, and tried to pass me over. Bah. Nevertheless, I made sure that both were part of my epic furball. I had already yakked the main part on Mom’s duvet when I remembered poor Granny – I didn’t want her to feel overlooked, so I placed the aftermath on her blanket.
Feline friends, I don’t want to spoil the ending. What do you think? Did Mom and Granny appreciate my endeavor to meet their demand for equality?
Mom: Let me find a safer place for your expensive lamp.
Granny: That’s ok, the lamp is too heavy, the cats can’t possibly destroy it.
Mom: I don’t think it’s worth the risk.
Granny: They were never interested in this lamp. I’m sure they can’t tilt it.
Now the lamp has only one glass, but Mom doesn’t seem to appreciate our victory. She didn’t even say the very satisfying sentence “I told you so!”, but looks at us !?! So unfair.
You think you’re looking at a peaceful setting: a cat with an impressive belly, a cozy armchair, a proper home… ?
Think again – we’re actually in the middle of a domestic quarrel! You see, Mom wanted to prevent me and Kajsa from scratching the armchair, but Granny said that we’re allowed to scratch it! So I was just innocently enjoying my chair when Grandpa came to the living room. He saw me scratching, chased me away, and asked Mom why she didn’t even try to stop me.
Turns out that Granny hates this armchair, but Grandpa loves the chair although he never sits in it. In fact, it’s only Kajsa and me who are using the armchair, but Grandpa still insists on keeping it. Sneaky-Granny saw her chance when Kajsa and I visited their place for the first time – if we destroyed the chair, she’d finally get rid of it.
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.
Do your humans also fight about ridiculous things?
Mom sleeps with Granny in the king size bed because Grandpa’s computer is in the guest room. He likes to surf at night when Mom’s already sleeping, so they decided that he sleeps in the guest room and Mom in the bedroom with Granny.
Granny and Mom have ever since had a very weird competition. They believe that I always sleep on the bed of my favorite person: when I sleep on Granny’s side, I like her more than Mom and vice versa. (Aren’t humans weird???). They often check the bedroom to see if I sleep on the bed – and where.
It’s important to keep them on their toes though, so I decided to confuse them with my neutral peaceful position, hehe.
P.S. Mom says that Granny’s cheating because she puts my favorite fleece blanket on her bed to attract me. Sigh. Humans. Will they ever learn to get along with each other??