catsitter

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???

 

When the human’s away

So what are we poor abandoned cats doing?

katze im karton

Hehehehe. What we want!

katze mit kulleraugen

Damn. Mamma called and asked how we are doing. Now she knows that we’re just fine. Those guilt trips won’t work anymore. On the bright side – she’s green with envy that Kajsa’s now snuggling with grandpa and granny. Hehehe. I mean, what did she expect? That she’s the one and only???

We’re abandoned

WHAT??? Mamma is going away for some days and leaves us with strangers. She says we’re hysterical, because a) those ‘strangers’ are her parents, and b) we’ve lived with them for 4 weeks now.

Bah. Since when do cats accept rational explanations? Fact is: she’s abandoning us, and she’ll pay for this.

grumpy cat in a box

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