Tuesday, November 28, 2017


Greetings, Effurrybody!

I have been gravely insulted, kitties! I am wounded to my furry core!

Who would have thought She could have done such a thing?!

How could She furget such a Miaouwmentous Occasion as My Gotcha Day?

How could She have furgotten that just over Five Years Ago, on November 12th, 2012, I, Trixie, Empurress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha-Cat Extraordinaire, bestowed upon Her the Inestimable Honour of taking up residence in Her Humble Abode?!

How could She furget such a thing? The Nerve of Her! The - the - the Chutzpah!

Words (almost) Fail Me!

I don't know how to punish Her, but punished She must certainly be!

(What's that you say, Human? You were busy? With feral kitties? Intruders? Purrhaps you would like Me to sing the Song of My People to you all night long? Huh? Huh? Is that what you want?)

Kitties, you see what I have to deal with here? What would you do if your Human grew so neglectful?

(What is it this time, Human? You want to make it up to Me how exactly?) 

She's insulting Me again, Kitties! As if I could be won over by a Miserable Bribe...

How many extra cans of Fancy Feast, Human? Louder please. Can't hear you!)

To get back to the Question of Her Punishment...

(What is it now, Human? You'll buy me what? An Ess? Hmmm. I've heard that one before.)

Shall I furgive her, kitties? She has been furry busy, although I don't know if looking after Strange Feral Kitties is a Sufficient Excuse for Furgetting Moi. What should I do?

(Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Human! Just because you are now being purrmitted to give Me chin scritches, and snorgle my tummy - mmmm - and scritch my head in the exact place behind My Impurrial Ears where I like best to get head scritches, doesn't mean that - I - furrgive - you - mmmiaow. 

Purr. Purr. Purr.

Purr. Purr. Purr.



Monday, November 6, 2017

Mummy's Mission of Mercy

Greetings, Effurryone!

It is I, Caspurr, King of the Tigger-Tabbies.

It is MY TURN to write the blog today, so I will start off with a couple of new portraits of Myself - just in case any of you Ladycats out there have furgotten how Handsome I am - as if that were possible (mol).

I know I look rather wistful in these portraits. That's because there is something sad about autumn. Mummy says She also suffers from Seasonal Depurression.

Now, We have some Seriously Impawtant News to impart.

It's like this. The Municipality has been replacing the large green garbage dumpsters known colloquially as "Frogs" (get it?) all over the city, with underground dumpsters. That means, of course, that all over the city, feral kitties have been deprived of a major food source, because they can no longer get into the dumpsters to rummage for discarded food. They have been doing it neighbourhood by neighbourhood and last week, it was the turn of Our Neck of the Woods. So Mummy and some other people who live in the 'hood decided to feed the poor homeless kitties and Mummy has been going out effurry evening with a supply of cat food and distributing it near where the dumpster in Our Street used to be. She has no idea how many kitties used to feed at the old "Frog" dumpster so She has had to rely on guesswork. The first evening, she put out enough for about a dozen kitties and the following day, it was all gone. The same thing happened for several days in a row and in all that time, she didn't see a single kitty.

By Friday evening, there was a kitty waiting for her, although that kitty stayed half-hidden in the shadows till Mummy was about to leave. The following evening, there were already three kitties waiting for her. One of them even started eating while Mummy was still putting down food a couple of metres away. And last night, the three kitties were waiting there again and this time, as soon as Mummy had set down the first pile of food, one kitty came up to her, mewing, and followed her from place to place and even stuck her little nose right into the food as Mummy was putting it down.

In a couple of hours, Mummy will go out again on her Mission of Mercy. We can't wait to hear how many kitties She will meet this evening.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Remembering Angel Possum

Greetings, Effurryone!

Five years ago tomorrow, on October 21st 2012, Possum the MagnifiCat received his Angel Wings. As is Our Custom, We honour his Memory, as We honour all the Kitties who came before Us and who have flown off to the Rainbow Bridge, by posting pictures of him and reminiscing about his Magnificence.

We did not have the purr-ivilege of knowing him purr-sonally, so We love to hear Mummy tell Us stories about him, and about his sisfur, Angel Pixie.

We know that many of you out there remember him, and if you would like to, We would love for you to share your memories with Us.

So for starters, here is a picture of Possum on the furry day he was gotcha-ed. In fact, Mummy will never fur-get that day. She had just arrived home on an overnight flight from Prague, having gone without sleep for over 24 hours, and Grandpa and Step-Grandma phoned, at about half past seven in the morning,  to welcome her home and ask her if she wanted a new kitty. A grey and white kitty girlie, Grandpa told her, whom Step-Grandma had found. Of course, Mummy said yes, because She was furry lonesome after Angel Minxie had flown off to the Bridge a couple of months purr-eviously.

Well, to cut a long story short, they brought Possum round right away. Mummy took one look and saw that he was actually a Baby Mancat - partly white and partly brown tabby and covered with fleas! See how tiny he was!

But Mummy cleaned him up, and fed him and he grew - 

and grew - and grew, into the MagnifiCat who, together with his sisfur Pixie, took the Blogosphere by storm, once Mummy realised the Purr-tential of the Internet (mol).

And Mummy had over 17 wonderful years with him, until the day, five years ago, when the Great Cat in the Sky called him, and he flew away to the Rainbow Bridge leaving Mummy with a Void in her heart. 

We do our furry best, but effurry kitty has their own Special Place in their pawrents' heart, which no other kitty can fill. When Our turn comes to receive Our Angel Wings (which We hope won't be for many, many years to come), there will be more Empty Places in Mummy's heart, but We know there will always be room there for another kitty - just as there was room for Us -  because Mummy has a furry big Heart.

Now Mummy's eyes are starting to leak and it's getting hard for her to type. We didn't mean to make her sad, so We will let her stop now and snuggle up with her furry close.

And to all of you, We will wish Shabbat Shalom.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

New Year's Greetings

Hallo there, Effurybuddies!

Mummy just got  back the day before yesterday from England, where she was visiting with Our Uncle (the one who claims he isn't really a Cat Purrson, even though he lives with two Cats). Getting back two days before Rosh Hashana (the Jewish New Year), she was so busy cleaning up our mess obliterating Our Redecorating Efforts, as well as shopping and cooking for the Holiday, that She had no time even to show Us her pictures from London, let alone lend Us the use of her Opposable Thumbs to write Our Blog. If We had been able to do so, We would have told you how We got along with the Food Lady (Our downstairs neighbour, who is actually afraid of cats, but who came to feed Us effurry day, neffurtheless).

Now that She has got all that out of the way, there is just about time for Us to wish you all Shana Tova (שנה טובה - a Happy New Year).

Thursday, August 17, 2017

On Being A Black Cat

A Poem in Honour of Black Cat Appreciation Day  August 17th, 2017

I am a Black Cat.

How great is that!
I sit on the Mat.
That's where I'm at.

I am the Queen

Of the whole scene.
I have ALWAYS been.
Know what I mean?

I have the knack

To lead the pack.
There's NOTHING I lack.
I'm a Cat who's Black.

By Queen Trixie, the Black Panfur, Empurress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha-Kitty Extraordinaire

Saturday, August 12, 2017

This Is Trixie's Day

Hallo, Effurryone!

I bet you are all thinking that this is Trixie, writing today's blog.

It is I, Caspurr - King of the Tigger-Tabbies.
Shimshi and I want to let you in on a Secret.
Today is Trixie's Birthday! She is Five Years Young Today.

So Shimshi and I have organised a Surprise Pawty for her, at 5 pm Israel Time, in Our Trixie's Favourite Spot, up at the Enchanted Forest overlooking the Old City.

Shhhhh. Not a word. Shimshi has devised a plan to get her there without arousing her suspicion, but We are counting on all of you to be ready and in place when she arrives.

Now remember - this is a Secret. Not a miaow to Trixie until it's time for the Pawty to start.

Did I mention that there would be lots of niptinis, catmint juleps, micecream, tuna mousse, salmon sorbet, effury possible type of Fancy Feasties, et CATera, et CATera, et CATera (mol)?

Oh - and Birthday Cake!

We are sorry about the Last Minute Notification. We only got back home yesterday from the World CAThletics Championships in London - about which We shall tell you in Our Next Post.

Meanwhile, We are looking forward to seeing you this afternoon.
Get ready to pawty - and to make Trixie's Special Day even more special.

Monday, July 31, 2017

Mummy's Inner Cat

Hallo again, Effurrybuddies!

It is sooooo hot here, in the mid-30s Celsius, and no respite in sight. Mummy is too tired to play with Us, because of the heat and furr-ankly, We Ourselves are too hot to move about much. The heat is making Us all furry sleepy, including Mummy - and when We do wake up, We are BORED.

Mummy does her best though. She tried to amuse Us with this video She made of herself, purr-tending to be a Kitty. 

It's not too bad - considering She only has two legs, not four, and no fur to speak of, so We give her Full Marks for Effort.  But Oh My! - whoever taught Her to speak Cat??? That accent!!!

How is it possible to mispronounce a simple word like Miaou?!

What do YOU think, anipals? Does Our Human have a future as a Cat Impurrsonator?