Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Furgotten!!!

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.

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.