Monday, February 13, 2017

Escape from Al-CAT-raz

Greetings, Effurryone!

It is I, Caspurr, King of the Tigger Tabbies. I want to tell you how We have managed to Get the Better of Mummy.

As you know, whenever She wants to cook or eat, or when the Cleaning Lady is here, She shuts Us up in the Bedroom.  Most of the time, when that happens, We just Snooze, either in the Wardrobe or in whatever sunpuddles may be available (and they have been pretty scarce lately). In fact, sometimes they are so small, We have actually shared the same sunpuddle, all three of Us, although Trixie usually prefurrs to do without Sunshine, rather than curl up with Us Boys.




On Furr-iday, however, We decided that We were tired of being impurrisoned whenever She wants Us out of the Way, so We put our heads together and came up with a plan to break out. 

We had come to the understanding that the key to opening the Bedroom Door (no pun intended - MOL) was by purr-essing on the door-handle. Being the biggest and the strongest, that task fell to Me (with a little help from Shimshi). So he and I took it in turns to jump up and purr-ess it and when the door finally opened a crack, Trixie made a dash for Freedom, followed by Shimshi and Yours Truly.

Mummy, who was busy pre-purring the Shabbat meal, was so surprised. At furrst, she couldn't understand how We had got out. She thought maybe She hadn't closed the Bedroom Door propurrly. She chased after Us and returned Us, one by one, to the Bedroom. It was only when She had shut Us inside again, and heard Us jumping over and over again at the door, that She realised what had happened.

To Our Delight - and Mummy's Dismay - it appears that the Bedroom Door can only be locked from the Inside.
But We took pity on Mummy and remained inside till She had finished cooking - and, as a reward, She gave Us our Lunch a little earlier than usual.

What do YOU do when your Humans shut you away in one of the rooms?

Thursday, February 2, 2017

The Evil Among Us

Kitties! Woofies! Anipals! (and Human Friends too)!

We are so ANGRY!
No! ANGER doesn't begin to describe the RAGE We feel in our hearts. But We are also Heartbroken at what We have just read on Fursbook!

(Warning! This article contains graphic, heartbreaking images!)

A Rottweiler woofie was found in Detroit with his nose and ears cut off and with many other injuries. It is clear that some Human, or Humans, (if they can even be described as such) did this deliberately to the poor woofie. A $35,000 reward has been offered for anyone offering information leading to the arrest and conviction of those responsible.

Mummy 
was so angry, She practically had smoke coming out of her ears. She says if She could get her hands on the !@#$%^&*+!@#$ scumbags who did this, She would give them a taste of their Own Medicine. She would cut their +@##$^&* off!!!

How could anyone do such a thing to a defenceless animal? If only We could get our claws into them, We would scratch their eyes out! 

Evil, E-v-i-l-, EVIL devils!!! 

Friday, January 27, 2017

Messi Mischiefs

Hallo, Effurrybuddies!

It's Me here again, the Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi), also known as The Little Purrince!






How are you all? Are you having horrid, cold weather with water falling out of the sky, like We are? In fact, earlier this meouwning, there were tiny, hard, cold, icy pellets falling down as well! We don't like that - but at least, We don't have to go out in it. We have plenty of Hard Work to do here indoors, without getting our beautiful furs wet.

And speaking of Hard Work - I want you to know that I have been taking My Duties as Master of the Queen's Mischiefs furry, furry seriously. In fact, I often use the Transporter Tunnel to visit and consult with other Mischief-Makers, for a furr-uitful exchange of ideas.

And I must say,  Uncle Messi the Woofie has some really good ones. I tell you, that Woofie must have Feline Genes in him somewhere (mol)! How else could he have come up with something like This?



Grandpa and Step-Grandma went out to lunch with some friends and Messi got bored, or angry at being left alone at home, so he shredded effurrything that had been left on the coffee table - letters, bills and a parcel of books Grandpa and Step-Grandma's friends had brought them!

I tell you, anipals - that Woofie is an Inspurration (mol).

Now I am must go and snoopervise while Mummy prepurrs Her, Our, The Shabbat Meal. Have a great and Mischief-filled weekend, all of you.

Shabbat Shalom from All of Us.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Poor Mummy

Hallo, Effurrybody!

It is Me again - My Impurrial Meaouwjesty Queen Trixie!





This is going to be furry short because Mummy has an injured eye and so She doesn't want to sit too long typing at the computer machine thingy.

How did Mummy get an injured eye? Well, One of Us (I won't mention any names, but it wasn't Me) carelessly shoved Mummy's Mobile Talking Device right into her eye. Result - bleeding into the retina, which the Eye Doctor says should clear up on its own in ten days or so.
I told those boisterous Mancats not to be so rough in their games and not to go running about right in front of Mummy's face, but do they listen to Me? Their Queen-Empress? Oh, no - of course not!

And Shimshi, who is a furry naughty baby mancat, compounded his Transgression with Mummy's handbag, by chewing holes in the nice blankie that looks like Caspurr's tummy spots. I don't get it. He will chew on just about anything!!!

Since the weather turned really, really cold a couple of weeks ago, We have been doing a lot of Snuggling with Mummy - who even bought a new Snuggle-Blanket for curling up under with Us, while watching TV. However, last week, She deserted Us for a Whole Day to go on one of her Field Trips, which She has once a month or so. We don't like it when She is out all day. It's bad enough when She shuts herself up with the Computer Machine in the Study and doesn't let Us in because of Shimshi chewing anything he can get his teeth into, including electric cables. At least We know She is there and that, if We sing the Song of Our People loudly enough, She will come out and feed Us, or pet Us, or play with Us. But, as I said, once a month or so, She has these study trips when She is out all day. Still, when She gets home, She feeds Us straight away and then She tells Us all about where She has been.

What's that you say? Oh, okay. I'll ask them.

Caspurr and Shimshi wonder if you, too, would like to hear about what Mummy does on her field trips?
You do?


Well, She writes about them on her own blog, so you can read all about it and see the pictures for yourselves.

I have to say, all that touring sounds furry strenuous and energetic to Me. Don't you agree?

Well, that's all for now, Anipals. Time for LUNCH with my fursibs.





Friday, January 6, 2017

A New Year

Greetings,  Loyal Furriends and Subjects!

Well, 2016 is over and done with and here We are, nearly a week into 2017. 

Furrst of all, a quick update on Uncle Messi the Woofie.
Mummy went round to visit him and She reports that he is purr-gressing well, he is gaining confidence daily, and (according to Grandpa), he has also gained weight. Mummy says She can't see it, and that he still looks woefully thin to her, but Step-Grandma reports that he will eat just about anything (mol). He sleeps on his Own Armchair and effurry night, at bedtime, Step-Grandma covers him with a blanket. He would like to sleep on the living-room sofa, but that is not allowed. As you can see, being a Feline has its advantages - one of them being that We sleep wherever We please  and no mere Human is going to tell us otherwise 
(mol) .

Here is Messi, on his Armchair: 





Naturally, you all want to know about his attitude to Cats. Well, according to Step-Grandma, when he meets them out on his walks, he turns his head aside and pretends not to notice them. But there is a certain kitty who comes regularly to the kitchen window when Step-Grandma is cooking, whom Messi regards as an Intruder (although She was there long before he was) and sometimes (though not always), he barks like crazy when he sees her. Of course, We don't know if that is because She is a kitty, or simply because She is an Intruder. Honesty compels Us to admit that We, too, would not take kindly to a strange kitty Invading Our Space.

Mummy's cleaning-lady brought another prezzie for Shimshi Us - a stuffed white mousie with a big' fluffy tail:




As usual, Shimshi decided it was his own purr-sonal purropurrty. That baby mancat definitely has  - issues - when it comes to sharing!

Caspurr has been furry brave lately, venturing forth even when the Cleaning-Lady comes, and so he has been purr-moted to the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard.

And since Shimshi is so furry clever at inventing and devising all kinds of New Mischiefs, a special position has been created for him also - as you will see at the end of this post.


Now all that is left is for all of Us here to wish all of you there (wherever that may be - mol) a furry Happy New Year.

Hugs, pawpats and kitty-kisses from: 


Queen Trixie the Black Panfur, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire;
Feline-Marshal Caspurr the Courageous, King of the Tigger-Tabbies and Commander in Chief of the Imperial Guard;
The Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi), the Little Purrince, Captain of the Guard, and Master of the Queen's Mischiefs;
Shimona from the Palace (aka Mummy)




Thursday, December 29, 2016

Miaouoz Tzur

Hallo again, Effurybody!

Trixie here. I hope those of you who celebrate Chrissymouse had a good time, with plenty of yummy food and treats. As you know, We celebrate Hanukkah, not Chrissymouse - and I can tell you, it's a good thing too, because Caspurr and Shimshi would have been on Santa Claws' Naughty List for sure! I am sure he wouldn't have brought them Anything!

For starters, Caspurr peed on the cushion of one of the chairs in the living room. It's not the end of the world, because it can be washed - sort of - but Mummy and I suspect that it's him who has also been peeing on the armrest of the old sofa in the Guest Kitty Room, in the same place where I used to when I had that (whisper) little problem with my Ladycat Parts earlier this year.

However, what Shimshi did was much, MUCH worse. Mummy has a new handbag - well, actually She got it for her birthday last year but she's hardly used it, until last week, when she decided to start doing so. And do you know what Shimshi did? He shredded it. Well, at any rate, he gnawed at it with his sharp little teeth and scratched away at it with his sharp little claws, until he had ripped four or five holes in it! Mummy was so mad at him, She threatened to throw him away and leave him to fend for himself in the cold and the rain.
But, of course, She didn't - I don't think Shimshi, or any of Us thought for one moment that She would. But She wouldn't let him snuggle with her or even come near her for a Whole Day after that. I suppose one can't really blame her. It was such a lovely big bag - big enough for Shimshi or myself to sit inside it, I should say.

Fortunately, however, We don't need to worry about whether or not Santa is going to bring us prezzies, because, as I said, We celebrate Hanukkah in this house.

Mummy lights the candles on the Miaownorah and We all join in and sing Miaouoz Tzur. Tonight, We lit the sixth candle. Two more nights to go.

Happy Hanukkah!
                                                   

Thursday, December 22, 2016

Five Years Without Pixie

Hallo, Effurryone!

Caspurr here - speaking for all of Us. Tomorrow is one of our Sad Days, because it is the fifth anni-furrsary of the Departure of Princess PixieCato to the Rainbow Bridge. I have been chosen to write today's post, because Pixie was a Tigger-Tabby, like myself.

As always, on these Sad Days, We snuggle up with Mummy, and We look at pictures of beautiful Angel Pixie, and Mummy tells Us stories about her.





Mummy always finds it hard to choose which of the pictures She loves best - there are so many. But most of them are from Pixie's later years, after Mummy got her digital flashy box. Still, there are a few that Mummy took, with her "antique" camera, when Pixie was furry little. She scanned them and uploaded them to the Computer Machine.

This one, for instance:




That makes Us laugh - We think Pixie's ears look like the ears of a Bat. She could have been Batgirl (mol).
Mind you, My own ears are purr-ty large and I expect when I was a little, bitsy kitten, I must have looked a bit like a bat-cat myself.

Mummy said it's good to laugh. That way, We smile when We remember Pixie.

And here is Pixie when she was still quite a young kitty, watching TV, which she also enjoyed furry much.








Now here is Pixie after she and Possum and Mummy moved to their last flat, watching Mummy working at her desk and reminding her that She should get some exercise. Pixie was furry fond of exercise. She knew how impawtant it was. She could watch Humans doing it for hours at a stretch (mol).








In later years, Pixie became a furry majestic feline. Here is one of her Official Royal Portraits:





Of course, she wasn't always so serious. Here she is at Purim (though We aren't sure if she was any fonder than We are of being dressed up in silly hats):



This is one of Our Favourites. It shows Pixie engaged in something which is one of Our Favourite Activities also - snoozing! This was one of Pixie's favourite snoozing purr-sitions.





Here's another one of Pixie snoozing:





And here, she has just been woken up by Mummy and her  Flashy Box (yes, kitties! Pixie, too, was plagued by the Paparazzi. It's part of the Downside of Notoriety Fame).




Mummy has pictures of Pixie in her final days, but She doesn't want to remember her like that. Mummy prefers to remember Pixie in her prime, when she was fit and healthy and romping with her brofur, Possum. That's why this is her favourite picture of the two of them, which Mummy used also as the banner for her own blog:



We hope these pictures will bring back sweet memories of her to those of you who knew her, as well as show those of you who never had the purr-vilege of meeting her, what a Tough Act We have to follow.