Suburban Gangs

Hi fellows, Mom wants to thank you for your advice on yesterday’s post. She’ll keep you posted. Frankly, I couldn’t care less what Mom’s gotta do with Kajsa the Drama Queen. In fact, I’ve far more severe issues I’d like Mom to focus on.

You think you’re looking at an idyllic scene with a gorgeous cat? Think again (well, apart from the gorgeous part)! I’m a perfect cat for a suburban environment: my fur melts with concrete and rocks, I’m almost invisible. Almost. Why on earth has Mom bought a red harness and leash?? She destroyed my camouflage!

It gets even worse. On top of this rock was a lovely family – a squirrel with its offspring!!! My useless human squeaked in delight. I certainly was also delighted, but I didn’t get to express my joy because Mrs. Squirrel and her brats run away. Not sure if they saw the red leash, silly Mom or if they were afraid of her outburst – fact is that she totally ruined my day.

You think that was all for today? It gets even worse. The picture is from the end of May. Since the beginning of June, we’ve had quite a situation on our backyard. Mom still thinks that our neighborhood isn’t dangerous, but we’re actually facing violent street fights with different gangs involved. It got so bad that we can’t use our backyard anymore. And it’s not only me, even humans get nervous when they pass our street. So we’ve been stuck in the park when we go out, but Mrs Squirrel doesn’t live there. Bah.

You’ll hear more about our very dangerous street tomorrow. It took a while until Mom got all the pictures she needed – she was too afraid to stay for more than 20 seconds on our yard. A man got actually injured the other day because he didn’t mind his own business and got involved. While I do think that Mom deserves to get punished for her stupid squirrel behavior, I do not want her to go to hospital; I need her thumbs to open my cans.

 

Advice wanted: what to do with Lady Indecision?

Warning: long text for a short question, hehe.

It’s been over a year since we moved from a semi-detached house with a garden to an apartment building. Don’t get confused, we moved this spring again, but our current place is quite alike the former apartment house.

Kajsa hasn’t been outside ever since we left the single-family house. Why? Well, she never made it to the groundplan because she couldn’t make up her mind in the staircase (the house has no elevator). I admit that I often run short of patience; I normally waited for 15 minutes (felt like hours) before I gave up. However, lack of patience was not the reason we never got to the first floor. One day, we were for over an hour in the staircase, but then some neighbor came home and Kajsa fled to our apartment. It’s actually a miracle that we had the staircase for ourselves for over an hour. I figured that unless I go out with Kajsa in the middle of the night (when all neighbors are sleeping), we’ll never ever come to the next stop that requires heavy thinking: the front door. Sigh.

Tessa has been out with me several times, and Kajsa knows where we are because she watched us from the window. I was nevertheless uncertain whether she actually understands what is waiting for her beyond the d**** staircase. I carried her twice to the transparent front door, thinking that she may get out when she sees the park behind our house. Well. She was interested but her indecision required so much time that our neighbors decided for her: she runs in panic to our apartment as soon as someone else is in the staircase.

There’s another problem here: when she’s running up the stairs, she’s way faster than me which in turn multiplies her anxiety because the leash is stopping her. As a result, she’s now afraid of the leash. Sigh.

Some weeks ago, I decided to give it a last try: I carried her all the way out. Don’t get me wrong – it’s of course fine if Kajsa doesn’t want to go out. Thing is, she wants to go out, but her indecision makes it impossible to ever get to this point. She was really mad at me in the staircase, she hissed, tried to escape and started growling like a very dangerous dog. However, once we were in the park, she actually loved being outside.

She wasn’t hiding, but got up to have a better view. She was really exploring, went way longer than Tessa and tried to chase birds. After 1,5 hours (!) she took a break. Can’t really see a very unhappy panicky cat on this picture either.

So what to do with our Queen of Indecision? We had the same ride the next time we went out. A crazy cat fearing for her life in the staircase, and a very happy cat outside.

Now I’m the one with an indecision issue. Shall I continue forcing her out? I’m feeling like a very bad person in the staircase, but I also feel like doing the right thing once we’re in the park.

 

Summary: she’s very afraid and totally crazy while I carry her out. Once we’re outside, she’s very happy. We’ll never get to the point that she slowly gets herself out because she needs too much time: we’d need at least 5 hours until we’re outside, and we’ll never have the staircase to ourselves for such a long time. When a neighbor is in the staircase, she goes crazy. So there’s no other way than carrying her out.

What would you do?

 

Curtain Call

Mom finally got herself to do one of the last tasks after moving to a new place: to sew curtains. I don’t really understand why she postponed this for so long, but then again, we all know that humans are screwed up. Chasing threads was great fun, and of course I was also in charge of quality assessment! My job was to control that her stitches withstand all kinds of strains.

And then … something unexpected happened. I found the love of my life! I don’t really know what got into me, but the material of these very curtains was one of most delightful things I’ve ever touched with my paws.

I suffered from serious separation anxiety when Mom hang the curtains. I would often stand on my back legs, gently scratching my curtains and even give them some bities. Mom got so fed up felt so sorry for me that she eventually gave in and bought the same curtains one more time – just for me!

Oh yes, life is good now. This was a well-working compromise: I leave Mom’s curtains in peace, and get to snuggle with my own curtains the way I like.

 

Smelly Sunday Selfies

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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Celebrating the joy King Punapippuri shared with us

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.

Less than a month living with me, Tessa and Kajsa already got their very first presents!

 

Followed by many other gifts!

Christmas presents wrapped in paper with birdies!!!

Polliwogs for Jolly Mogs !! One of the greatest letters ever!

 

Äiti taught Mom how clicker training works. Well, at least in theory, hehe.

Most recently, Äiti designed our catio!

 

Plus many more stories, but we’ll stop writing now and rather play with some of the toys we got from Punapippuri.

 

Secret Activities

Find the cat!

Ok, I guess this wasn’t difficult.

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.

 

Tail Index

The great thing about our catio is that Kajsa can celebrate her in-or-out indecision for hours because Mom doesn’t get annoyed – at least as long as it’s not too cold.

Over the last weeks, Kajsa elaborated different stages in her decision-making process: here she’s come quite far, but part of her tail is still inside!

 

Indecision saved the cat

So what was Kajsa’s reaction to Tessa’s adventure? Of course she had to inspect this very compelling pile of banana boxes, too.

Trouble is – we call her Queen of Indecision for a reason… Will she or will she not follow Tessa’s lead?

Watch the video on YouTube if the embedded video doesn’t work.

 

Clever fellow

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.

Careful Kajsa is playing by the rules …

… but needs to work harder to get her share.

 

Why on earth is Mom laughing at me???

 

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