Thursday, December 1, 2016

Caspurr's Column

Hallo, Effurryone!

It is My Turn to impurr-ess you all with my literary skills. 
There isn't really all that much to tell, except that on Monday, Mummy had someone come round to fix a leak in her downstairs bathroom and We were shut up in the bedroom All Day! 
We HATE that. 

At furrst, We just slept. Shimshi and I curled up together in the only sun-puddle We could find (and it was a teensie, tiny one, as you can see)

and Trixie took up her favourite place on the stool in front of the dressing table, 

but even the most chillaxed kitty can only sleep for so long.

If Mummy hadn't come to let Us out effurry now and then to eat and go to the bathroom, We would have carried out the Most Spectacular Mischief.
We aren't going to reveal what it was we had planned - not yet, anyway.
Instead, We are going to save it for some other occasion.

Another Mean Thing Mummy did to Us was to go out yesterday on what She calls a "study trip" and leave Us all alone - all day!
Seriously, Kitties - much more of this kind of Neglect, and We are going to have to start looking for New Staff!

We would do that with a Great Deal of Regret, of course - because We love Mummy - but there is only so much a Kitty can stand, wouldn't you agree?

Purrs, nose-rubs and kitty kissies to you all from Me,

Caspurr, King of the Tigger-Tabbies (and my Fur-sibs).

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Gifts Galore

Hallo, Effurrybuddies!

It is I, the Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi, or The Little Purrince).
Guess what happened today!

Bet you can't guess.
Can you?

Well, I'll tell you!
Mummy's Cleaning Lady bought Me a Prezzie! A Mousie with a Bell attached to its Tail!

Wait a minute! Hold on there, Little 'Un. She did not buy You a Prezzie! That Mousie belongs to ALL of Us.

But, Caspurr! She gave it to Me - as soon as She walked in the front door!

That's only because You are always the first to greet her when she arrives. You let anybody pet you! No discrimination whatsoever!

Oh, Trixie, that's not fair! I can't help it if effurrybody thinks I'm so cute, they just can't resist my mancatly charms! Besides, Caspurr always hides when the doorbell rings!

Hmphhh!  You are getting above yourself, shrimp! Sometimes you forget that I am your Older Brofur. Show some Respect.
And just remember - in this household, We believe in Commewnity Purroperty.

Well, I did let you play with My Our New Mousie, didn't I? 


And We had a great game of Pawball, didn't We?

That's true. I can't deny it...

And while the boys were playing with the New Mousie - which I wasn't furry interested in, anyway and which I completely ignored when Mummy brought it to Me later - I, Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel, and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir and Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire, re-conquered my Imperial Perch:

And I won't be giving it up so easily (mol).

Now who's laughing? A perch in the Hand Paw is worth two in the ... well, something, anyway!

Thursday, November 10, 2016


Greetings, Effurybody!

Now that those of you in the Mewnited States of Amiaouwrica have finished with your purr-residential elections, it's time to pawty - whoever your Humans voted for.

Yes, indeed it is. And do you know why?
Because Shabbat, Caturday November 12th, is My Gotcha Day and you are all invited to celebrate with Me!

Effurry time a kitty is rescued and finds his or her Furever Home, that is a reason to rejoice and be glad.

And this invitation also extends to my furr-iends in the rest of the world, of course!

We are expecting good weather on Shabbat - hazy sunshine and temperatures up to 24 degrees Celsius - so We are going to have the Pawty up in the Enchanted Forest. However, since it gets dark really early now, We have decided to have a Picnic Lunch at 12 noon Israel Time (that's 10 am GMT).

That stands for Répondez, s'il vous plaît, which means "Reply, if you purr-lease" in Furrench!)

Now, I have been working furry hard all morning, snoopervising Mummy's Cleaning Lady, and it's time to put my feets up and have a Nap.

See you all on Shabbat.

Hugs, nose-rubs and kitty-kissies from Me,

Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire.

Friday, October 21, 2016


Hallo, Effurrybuddies!

It's Me, the Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi) this time.

Mummy has the Sads today, because today is the fourth annifurrsary of the day Precious Possum left her and flew away to the Rainbow Bridge.

As you know, We always commemorate the passing of the Kitties who came before Us - besides which, Possum and I, Shimshi, share something furry special - Our Godmother. Step-Grandma found and brought both of Us to Mummy, so even though he and I neffur met (at least, not in this life), We are Kindred Spirits! Plus, I have pink paw pads like Possum's (well, mine are mostly pink, anyway. There's a little bit of grey also, to match my fur).

But Trixie and Caspurr each have something special which they share with Possum, also.

Mummy says that Caspurr was specially chosen for her by Possum. They were both big kitties, and both love to roll on their backs with their legs in the air, and wait demonstratively for Mummy to come and snorgle their tummies.

And Trixie shares Possum's extraordinarily floofy tail.

So, you see, Angel Possum is part of All of Us - and even though he is no longer here on Earth, but frolicking in the Land of Everlasting Sunshine Beyond the Bridge, with Angel Pixie and Angel Minxie, Mummy knows that he will always be a part of Her too.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

A Wonderful New Year

Greetings, Effurrybody!

This evening is the start of Rosh Hashana, which is the anni-furr-sery of when the Great Cat in the Sky created the World. That's like the World's Birthday! Just imagine - a birthday for the Whole World!

Of course, it would be a bit difficult to give the World a birthday present, so it's okay to give each other gifts instead. In fact, it's especially okay for Humans to give their furbabies prezzies (mol).

And just see what Mummy has given Us!

Isn't that the most beautiful Cat Tree you effur saw?

When Mummy first presented it to Us, last week, it had a white mousie attached to it on a stretchy, elastic string.

Only Shimshi stole it, of course, and wouldn't let anybody else touch it - as usual. And then, he lost it - again, as usual.

In fact, Shimshi seemed to think the new Tower was his own, purrsonal propurrty.

Mummy moved it into the boudoir, so that Trixie could explore it propurrly.

But She has since moved it back into the Guest Kitty Bedroom, as the Baby Mancat has finally figured out that it belongs to All Of Us, and that We have to share.

There is plenty of room there for all of Us. It has four floors, as you can see:

On the bottom floor is a Kitty Cave. On the next floor up, there is a round shelter which also does service as a swing. And on top of that, there are two more floors.
And it is covered and lined with lovely, soft faux fur, in a beautiful shade of fawn.
And it has not one, but three scratching posts, so all three of Us can use them at the same time.

We think it is beautiful, kitties. Don't you agree?
And We are furry grateful to Mummy for having bought Us such a beautiful (and expensive) present.

Now We would like to wish you all a furry happy New Year.

Shana Tova!

Sunday, September 18, 2016


Hallo again, Effurybody!

We know, it's been a long time since Our Last Post, but it's furry hard for little kitty paws to o-purr-ate the computer thingy without Human Assistance, and since Our Human so thoughtlessly deserted Us for Ten Whole Days, just to go traipsing off to England, We had no way of letting you all know of Our Plight!

Yes, kitties, it is All Too True! She decided it was time to go and visit her brother in London, leaving Us to the Evil Machinations Tender Mercies of a kitty-sitter. For this pawpose, She employed her Stepsister, and the Evil Nice Lady Vet's Assistant, Michal, who came on alternate days to feed Us, give Us water, clean out Our Litter-boxes and generally see to Our Welfare.

Mummy was born in England, which is far away over the sea, and in Days of Yore (as She likes to call them), in the time of Possum and Pixie, and of Minxie, who came before Us and who are now at the Bridge, She used to visit there effurry year. But since We came to live with her, She has been abroad only once, two and a half years ago (before Shimshi was born, actually), and She hasn't been back to England for Five Years.

We wondered how She was going to get there, as our Tunnel is much too small for her to use for teleporting. She said She was flying - but that's silly. Humans don't have wings. How can they fly?

Anyway, our kitty-sitters only fed Us once a day, when We are used to being fed three times daily. Of course, our daily portion was a large one -  larger than when Mummy is at hand to measure out our starvation weight-watchers' diet. In fact, Mummy claims We have actually put on weight, but We suspect that is merely an excuse to further reduce the size of Our Meals.

Shimshi was the only one of Us to venture forth when the Temporary Staff were here. He will let just about anyone stroke and pet him - especially when Food is in the offing.

Caspurr was a Real Scaredy-Cat ...

(I was not! I was merely being cautious!)

He hid in the wardrobe whenever he heard a key in the door, and wouldn't come out till he was sure the coast was clear - but he did let Michal stroke him. She knew where to find him because Mummy had betrayed his Secret Hiding Place to the Kitty-Sitters. So Michal came and stroked him and said nice, soothing things to him, but she didn't try to force him to Come Out of the Closet (mol).

But I, Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire, was smarter than either of them. Neither of my Temporary Staff caught sight of so much as a single whisker or fur from My Tail, yet I managed to eat as much as my greedy brofurs, and so it was a beautiful, glossy, well-rounded Ladycat, who greeted Mummy on her return from Parts Unknown at the beginning of this week. 

Actually, it was Shimshi who was the first to bring the News that Mummy was home. He called Me and I emerged from my Secure Hiding Place Which Nobody Knows About But Me. But though Mummy called and called, there was no sign of Caspurr. He couldn't believe it was really Mummy at last - until Shimshi went to fetch him and to bring him the news that this was no False Alarm, and that Mummy had finally come Home to where She belongs.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

The Return of the Olympians

Hallo again, Effurryone!

Well, we had a great time in Rio, at the Cat Olympics, but it's good to be back. There's no place like Home, after all.

And, of course, it's high time We updated you on Our Success. 

So, here goes.

First of all, despite furry stiff competition, Our Team walked off with the Gold Medal in the Synchronised Sleeping event. An extra special round of appaws goes to Trixie, who not only captained the Team, but was also Head Coach.

Trixie also took part in two other events. In the Counter-to-Cupboard Combined High Jump/Long Jump, her eye infection affected her co-ordination and she narrowly lost out in the battle for furrst place and was forced to make do with the Silver Medal. However, she more than made up for that with a stunning win in the Ladycats Smackypaws Boxing CATegory, earning a well-deserved Gold Medal.

Caspurr defeated a Purr-sian cat who refused to shake paws with him after the contest, to take Gold in the Bunny Kick-Boxing event. The defeated Silver Medallist afterwards apawlogised, privately, explaining that his Humans had warned him that he was on no account to speak to Israeli cats, on pain of being deprived of all treats till the next Cat Olympics! Under the circumstances, Caspurr furr-gave him, of course. But what horrible Peeps that kitty must have! Can you imagine how much nicer the World would be, if We Felines were in charge?

Finally, on the last day of competitions, Shimshi led Our National Team to victory in the Pawball Finals, thereby earning his second Gold Medal.

Appaws, appaws to all of Our Olympians (even though Trixie was the only one willing to pose for a picture with one of her medals).

And appaws, appaws to all those who competed, whether they took home medals or not.

You are all Champions!