Home Cooking

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans too)!

My Human had all her family plus a couple of Strangers round for a buffet supper last night. She brought the two Strangers into the bedroom where I was hiding behind the curtain to introduce us, and they tried to stroke Me - but I wouldn't let them. I don't like it when lots of people come here. It gets very noisy and I get frightened. I wasn't always a Scaredy-Cat. I don't know why that changed. I usually don't like being shut in the bedroom, but I was glad this time when Mummy shut the door so they couldn't get in.

Mummy promised me some tasty treats from all the lovely food she made  - but I wasn't sure if I could believe her, because the day before yesterday, before she went to supper at her Daddy's house, she promised to bring me a Kitty Bag and then she forgot all about it! And that's not the first time she's forgotten either!

But I needn't have worried. Almost as soon as the last guest had gone, she served up my supper - lovely, home-cooked salmon, in a delicate sour cream sauce. She prepared  it herself! Fancy Feast is fine for day-to-day purposes, but for holidays and festivals, like Shavuot, you can't beat Home Cooking. Yummy!

But she's still trying to poison me, Fellow Felines (etc.). Those anti-worm pills the V-E-T left with her that I told you about in my last blog - she keeps trying to sneak them into my food. Not the salmon, because she knows I would identify them at a glance, since the salmon is flaky, but in my Fancy Feasties (Tender Liver and Chicken paste - it's easier to disguise the ground-up pills in a paste). Well, I don't fall for that trick so easily. Does she think I was born yesterday???  Forget it, Mummy - just keep the salmon coming :-)

Preparing all that food and then hosting so many guests and, especially, cleaning up after they've gone, can be utterly exhausting, Fellow Felines (etc.). And I was really exhausted - so here I am, taking a rest.

Have a lovely week!

The Visit

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans too)!

I had quite a scare today. At about half past two in the afternoon, Mummy shut me on the balcony. Shortly afterwards, the doorbell rang. Mummy went to open the front door and then she came to let me out  - and as she scooped me up in her arms so I couldn't escape, I saw who the Visitor was. 


Kitties - it was the V-E-T! And he had a horrid, sharp needle in his hand and he stabbed me with it! I was so frightened, kitties! The last time he was here, he stuck a needle into Pixie and then she flew away to the Bridge! Then Mummy put me down and I ran into the study, all the time expecting something dreadful to happen to Me. But it didn't. Mummy said that in all the anxiety and pain of losing Pixie last December, we had forgotten all about my Shots and so the V-E-T had come to administer them and, at the same time, to bring a new bag of my special Urinary diet. But I saw him give Mummy some Pills for me. Against worms, he said. Such Impurr-tinence! As if I would have worms! But the V-E-T said it's best to be on the safe side and since Mummy goes out every day and often meets Strange Cats, she could bring back some Virus or some Worms, unknowingly, on her clothes or her shoes.
Well, if She thinks I am going to take those pills, she will very soon learn the error of her ways! MOL.

Fellow Felines (etc.)! I don't think Mummy is as happy as I thought she would be about her impending retirement. She's been looking very worried of late - another reason why I was afraid the V-E-T was here to do something Bad to me. I thought it was Me she was so troubled about, but it seems I was wrong. I thought she would be so glad of the Opportunity to spend all of her time with Me, but she seems to be worried about having much less money than We are used to. Oh well - I must reassure her that I shan't mind not having Fancy Feast every day. The Important Thing is that we are together, her and I.

Have a lovely weekend, everyone!

Love Story from the Holy Land

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans too)!

Today, I have something Very Important to say to you all - and I want to thank June Buggie on Rumpydog's blog for bringing this matter to My attention.
What I want to talk about, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans) is (deep breath) - Animal Testing. It is absolutely astounding that in this day and age, with so many a-l-t-e-r-n-a-t-i-v-e-s (isn't that a lovely big word, Fellow Felines etc.?) available, there are still cosmetics companies that test their products on poor, defenceless animals!!!

Mummy says to tell all your Human Mummies (and Daddies) that there is a cosmetics company here in Israel called AHAVA that never tests its (excellent) products on animals (and, as far as she knows, doesn't use animal products either, only minerals from the Dead Sea). Not only that, Fellow Felines (etc.), AHAVA is also committed to the preservation of the e-n-v-i-r-o-n-m-e-n-t (another big word!), especially water conservation.

Legend has it that Cleopatra who, my Human says, was famous for her beauty, had her own personal spa there. You remember Cleopatra, don't you, kitties? She was Queen of Egypt - where Cats were properly venerated, as divinities.
Oh, and one last thing, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans too). In Hebrew, AHAVA means "Love".

Countdown

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans too)!

We are so excited, my Human and I. Well, I am, anyway. In just six weeks, she will be starting two months paid leave purr-rior to her retirement. That means she will be able to spend all day and every day with Moi, attending to my needs and pampering Me. How happy She must be!

Of course, she has a few plans of her own. She says she's going to learn a couple of fur-eign languages - like Italian and Welsh. And she's thinking of learning to play a musical instrument, maybe the clarinet. Well, that's fine with Me, as long as she doesn't forget her duties, such as feeding Me five times a day, petting Me and keeping Me amused. I've been feeling rather lonely since Pixie flew away to the Bridge, but now I will have company around the clock. Of course, I shall allow her some time off to purr-sue her own activities. I'm a very considerate employer and, after so many years of faithful service, she has earned a little time for herself, don't you agree, Kitties?

Six weeks - that's 42 days, Fellow Felines. I can hardly wait...

Shabbat Shalom to you all. Have a lovely weekend! 

PS. I almost forgot - see what a lovely picture Mummy took of me. And without waking me up with the flashy box either!

Pesach

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans too)!

My Human has been working very hard to make Our Home ready for Pesach. It makes life rather difficult for a kitty who only wants to relax and sleep, because everytime I settle down somewhere and make Myself comfortable, there She and her cleaning lady are, with mops and pails and brooms and Sucky Monsters.  However, we're more or less over the worst now and all She has left to do now (so She says) is to make the fruit salad and the charoseth.

The Bad News is that there'll be no bread in the house for a whole week - so, no chance of tasty little pieces of challah, topped with cottage cheese, which I love so much. Matza is no food for a Pussycat! Mummy gave me some cottage cheese on its own, directly into my bowl. But I like challah. Still, with the enormous Feast that the Humans will be having tonight, there's bound to be a substantial Kitty Bag for Moi, I should think...
 
Chag Sameach, everyone! 

Possum the MagnifiCat


PS. Mummy just reminded me that some of you celebrate Easter instead. So, enjoy your chocolate eggs (yummy!) and please save some for Me to eat after Pesach...Happy Holidays to all of you, whichever festival it is you are celebrating!

Remembering Pixie

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans as well)!

Tomorrow, Friday March 23rd, will mark exactly three months to the day Pixie flew away to the Bridge. Not a day goes by without Mummy and Me thinking about her. Mummy thought it would be a Good Idea to mark her three-month anniversary with a pictorial celebration of Pixie's Life. So we sat down together and chose the nicest photos we could find...


This is Pixie and Me when we were very little kitties, in our old apartment. Mummy scanned this old photo into her computer.

 

And here we are, all curled up in Mummy's bed in the new flat.








This is Pixie a couple of years ago, having a little cat-nap.

And this is the one Mummy has on her desktop, so that we think about Pixie every time we switch on the computer.

                                          And see here - Double Pixie!

Here's another one of Pixie at the old flat, when she was quite a young kitty.











And here she is again, full of curiosity about the flashy box.

Pixie enjoyed exercise...    

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...but, like Me, she enjoyed napping even more.      


Mummy has lots more pictures of Pixie and Me, but this is our favourite. This is Pixie and Me at the old apartment, the one we lived in when we first adopted Mummy. Mummy likes this one so much, she made a special frame for it and she uses it as the header for her own blog   



Mummy's eyes have gone all leaky now. And I, too, feel very sad and lonesome, remembering my little sister. I don't need photos to remember her, kitties. She's always here in my heart.....

The Cat in the Hat

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans too)!

Well, Purim has been and gone - I know my Human wrote about it on her blog. It's that festival when humans get dressed up in all sorts of fancy costumes. (Some of them even get dressed up as Pussycats.)  My Human thought it would be nice if I, too, were to don Fancy Dress. I made it very clear to her that this was not, in My Humble Opinion, a very Good Idea, especially as her notion of Fancy Dress for Moi was to deck me out in all sorts of extravagant hats borrowed from the members of her porcelain doll collection.

I have my dignity to maintain, Fellow Felines, and that is hard for a mancat to do when disguised as a ladycat - however elegant. However, Mummy insisted that the whole point of Purim costumes is to pretend to be what you are not. I remained unconvinced, Fellow Felines - but Mummy was too crafty and managed to get the better of Me this time. She waited until I was catnapping and then she sneaked up on Me with a silly hat and her flashy box and took pictures of Me.

Of course, that woke Me up - and then, She coaxed me into trying on another hat.
Which one do you think suits me best?

I know, I know - it's hard to decide, isn't it? I'm so handsome, whatever I wear, aren't I?

Have a lovely weekend, and Shabbat Shalom to you all.