The good thing about selfies with cats is that I’m anonymous without making an effort.
And luckily, paws don’t stink. I actually like the smell of Tessa’s feet.
The downside … well, you’re likely to deal with a butt on your face.
I guess I should be thankful that her ladyship’s bottom is not on my mouth!
Yes, some of you have seen the last picture already on Instagram, but I thought I’d share it here as well. (And heck, I need to get a similar picture editing app for my pc – the last picture is worlds apart from the others!)
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I’m sure many of you have read the sad news from Finland (N) – sadly, King Punapippuri passed away. His human, Äiti, is one of the wisest humans I’ve ever met, and her posting on Punapippuri’s death is no exception.
Please, as soon as you can move through the shock, celebrate his life and feel joy for what he shared with us. He brought me friends from across the world and enriched my small life far more than I could ever have imagined.
We’ll spend today celebrating King P. – that’s how we used to call him. When I was a hysterical newbie, Äiti became my mentor. I had never had cats in my life. I didn’t know what hairballs are, that it’s not the end of the world when they don’t poop every day, that them denying food didn’t mean that they’d die tonight. It was a crazy summer, and I was so thankful to have someone in Finland to help me. I’ll never forget the evening when I was afraid that Kajsa may die of an overdose, and Äiti called to help me through the night.
Some of you may remember my early posts: analytical and focused on cats and mental health; rather an informative blog than a diary. What I didn’t expect was the community feeling that comes along with a blog, and all the sudden, our blog was not an informative blog on cats and mental health anymore. Punapippuri was a very big part of this community. I saw Punapippuri’s blog in my Facebook feed one day – how funny that Äiti and I were both foreigners in Finland, blogging in English about cats! Keep in mind that Finland’s population is only 5 million (plus 1 – Äiti became a Finnish citizen this year!).
Punapippuri advised the girls on how to make me a perfect servant, and sent us gifts and treats. Äiti and I met twice in Helsinki. We wish you all the best, Punapippuri, and we’re sure that you are now reunited with Veli Stran.
Here are some pictures and posts about the joy King P. brought into our life.
The door of my bedroom is small. I was too lazy to fold the laundry rack, put it to another room and to rearrange all clothes. So when I just wanted to fix a small thing on the floor, I decided to store the clothes horse on my bed.
Mistake number 1: the rack fell on its side.
Mistake number 2: I thought it was funny-cute that Tessa immediately took advantage of the opportunity to place her fur everywhere.
Mistake number 3: I didn’t get the degree of “placing her fur everywhere”.
The laundry dried. I folded towels and didn’t pay attention to their color. Some days later, I was puzzled over weird strains on my towels. It didn’t make any sense until I found parts of a hairball on a sheet. Turned out that Tessa must have yakked a very juicy hairball while she was sitting under the tilted clothes horse. Gnarg.
I’ve no idea how she succeeded doing this in secret. Throwing up is very hard work for Tessa, and is normally accompanied by weird “pumping” sounds while hopping backwards at the same time.
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.
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?
Some days after moving to our new place, I discovered something I’d rather not seen: a leaking water pipe in the kitchen. The following construction work drove me nuts, but surprisingly, the cats coped rather well.
I totally got Tessa’s excitement when our new kitchen arrived (mind you, after 6 weeks without a kitchen, I was very excited myself!).
However, I’ve to admit that I never understood why she was so fond of this very spot. She spent almost all her time there.
I know; cat logic, no idea to even bother, but I couldn’t stop wondering why on earth she was sitting there for many days. She never made a mess with the things around her, she was just relaxing on the concrete floor.
Anyway. She actually helped me a lot with her weird behavior. I was so stressed and annoyed by the construction work that I could do with some craziness. I normally had to laugh when I saw her and felt much better. So in a way I encouraged her sitting there, but I think she had another reason as well. A reason reasonable for cats.