What is it now? Are you surprised that we’re sitting side by side? Thought we only do that when our catsitter is around* ?
Well. We do indeed sit close to each other here, but technically, Kajsa is on the fridge and Tessa on the Grand Throne – something compleeeeetly different from sharing one piece of furniture. So don’t ask why we can’t hang together on your king-size bed; you’re comparing apples and oranges.
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.
Any idea why Mom chose red nail polish to distinguish Kajsa’s toothbrush from Tessa’s? Hehehe.
She’s crazy. She’s been brushing our teeth once a week for over a year now, thinking that we’d get used to it, eventually making it to a nice daily routine. *shudder*
Worst of all – despite her efforts, we do have tartar, and will soon meet our vet again. You should think that she’d learn from her mistakes and stop brushing our teeth, but she just gets encouraged to brush our teeth more often.
WHAT?? Don’t big companies sell very tasty snacks for dental health ?!? Mom is very suspicious of them: if snacks helped minimizing plaque, the market for human health products would explode in endless variations of dental snacks. Bah. Just because humans don’t have dental snacks means that we can’t have any?* Human logic anyone?
*Although she’s promised to give it a second thought and try, so let’s see. A portion of tasty dental treats could indeed become a very nice daily routine!
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.
Good news! We’ve more than one source of income! Our backyard chicks are growing nicely, but our house offers so much more: some birds are still breeding on the roof! The chicks are flapping their wings, eager and helpless at the same time. Oh, we are right underneath, and try to encourage them to take the next step!
You may remember that we live on the top floor…
Come on, little fellow, spread your wings and dare to fly for the very first time in your life! We will take good care of you!
Indeed, wonderful times ahead, I better get started to prepare myself. I know that Mom laughs about my in-or-out indecision, but Carefulness Saved The Cat! I think I’ll be on the balcony in about 1,5 hours – just about time when our visitor arrives, I think.
Thank you for your sympathies! If humans hijacked our yard, Mom would call the police. When mad gulls commit the very same crime, she says
It’s this time of the year, once the chicks fledge, their parents will have better things to do than terrorizing everybody around our house.
Wait. It makes actually total sense now when we come to think about it: Mom is in general very subservient to animals. Her diet is largely vegetarian: she normally eats meat or fish once a week, and tries to compensate that by cooking as many vegan meals as possible. Last, but not least, she’s under our paws, and her friends think that we terrorize her. Is it any wonder that she likes gulls even though they’re mad and dangerous?
That being said, it’s very frustrating that we’ve to rely on her. We’re still on a curfew because we’re too afraid to go out. So what happens when a vegan mammal tries to keep track on birds? Well, you name it: it’s a disaster.
This is the picture we showed yesterday:
But Mom took more pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Bully Gull’s offspring.
Eh? She suddenly realized that their colors were different, and now she’s confused. The colors on the photos are realistic: one of them was white and the other gray. However, the pattern on weir wings and the color on their tails are similar. They also behaved the same way: helpless; neither of them could fly nor defend themselves.
So now she doesn’t know whether both chicks of Mr. Bully Gull survived or if we’re dealing with two different species. Humans! They are so helpless without us! Can anyone help us here?
Whoever this second fellow is: he’s feeling way to comfortable in our realm! Frankly, we are very tolerant, and we’d love to host a multicultural feast. So we’ll just cope with Mom’s lacking ornithological skills and add the second chick to our menu as a surprise course.
Feline friends, this is an open invitation: come and join us for The Big Chick Feast !
Our garden has been the center of violent street gangs for over a month now. They are very aggressive, and no one dares to go to our garden. Very strong and tall men like our groundskeeper surrendered: he was too afraid to cut the grass!
So who are the gangsters of our backyard? May I introduce – Mr. and Mrs. Bully Gull *shudder*
Two chicks fell off our roof in the beginning of June. Mr. and Mrs. Bully Gull took Darwin’s law into their own claws and turned our garden into a nursery. One of them was always on parole, and oh my, they really took their duty seriously. Not only did they attack everybody around our house, but also threatened us poor cats when we were on our catio.
Mom has somehow succeeded to take a picture. She was so in love with this little fellow.
On a sidenote – I’m a very talented predator! I knew something was going to happen there! That’s me, next to the hiding spot of the chicks. I was in the right place, but unfortunately at the wrong time – about 2 days before our yard turned into a gull zone.
Since the nursery opened, it has been difficult to go out. Mr. Gull scared the bejesus out of me, and I hid for a long time under Mom’s bed after we got in. On top of all, Mom didn’t feel sorry for me!! She said she understands that Mr. and Mrs. Gull have second thoughts about me, casually walking outside and minding my own business.
Mom has checked upon the chicks whenever she got a chance. It’s nice that she’s so concerned, controlling that they thrive nicely, preparing to become the main course of our big feast!
That’s our little chick one month later, almost grown-up!
He’s now a juvenile! Mom saw that he’s training his wings, and she believes he’ll soon learn to fly. Wonderful! Best time to reap the harvest: he has grown a lot, but is still vulnerable enough to get caught!
So keep tuned, we’ll share pictures of our epic feast anytime soon!