Flat Moo Comes To Town - Part 2

Hallo, Effurrybody!

Queen Trixie here - Empurress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire etc. etc. etc.

Today, it is MY turn to blog, and to update you all on Flat Moo's visit. Moo, as you remember, is Joanie's Travelling Cow from 15 and Meowing and she has come to visit Us as part of her World Tour. We have so much to show her - and all of you - so let's get started.

One of the furrst places We took Moo, was the Israel Mewseum - a favourite of Ours.  It was a furry hot day, and scarcely had We arrived when We encountered this sweet little kitty, who was plainly furry thirsty and waiting for some kind human to press the button which turns on the tap. 

Fortunately, Mummy was with Us (We brought her along as Official Photographer) and She obliged with alacrity, while doing her best to photograph the kitty with her free hand - no easy task, you can be sure.

Anyway, that kitty - who told Us her name was Cleopatra - effur so kindly offered to show Us around the Mewseum. We were happy to accept. Cleopatra, who was born in the Mewseum grounds and has lived there all her life, was an extremely knowledgeable and infurrmative guide and gave Us an extensive tour.

We all agreed that one of the most interesting parts of the Mewseum was the Shrine of the Book, where the Dead Sea Scrolls are kept - and where Moo insisted that she must, simply must, have her photo taken.








If you were wondering about the shape of the building, Cleopatra told Us that it symbolises the lids of the ancient pottery jars in which the Dead Sea Scrolls were found.

After we had seen all we wanted of the Mewseum, Cleopatra suggested that Moo might like to visit the Knesset, Israel's Parliament, which was just across the road. We all thought this was a Good Idea - but, unfortunately, when We got there, the guards said that entry was restricted to Humans and guide dogs! Such chutzpah! Cleopatra said not to worry. She knew of a gap in the fence a few hundred metres down the road where We could sneak in.
Alas! Although the gap was the purrfect size for kitties, there was no way a cow was going to get through. So We were obliged to give up the idea and make do with the view from outside.

By that time, We were all furry hungry. Cleopatra had to leave Us, as she had an urgent meeting of the Mewseum Cats Committee to attend and We decided that after a morning spent at the Mewseum, looking at Furry Old Things, it was time to show Moo some of the more modern things in town. So off We went to the Mamilla Mall (Alrov Avenue), where there are lots and lots of coffee shops and restaurants and there are always people ready to share a bite of their meal with a hungry kitty. Of course, they were rather surprised to see a cow as well, but when We explained what Moo was doing here and about her world tour, they were furry kind and welcoming.

After We had eaten, the Mancats decided to take a nap and Moo and I decided to have a look at the shops. Mamilla is a furry up-market open air shopping mall and we girls enjoyed effurry minute of our afternoon out.

One of the nicest things about the Mall is the changing sculpture exhibits all along the avenue. When Moo saw this one, We both realised at once that the one thing missing was a cow. So Moo stepped in and now, I think the picture is just purrfect - don't you?  







  


Of course, Moo herself was attracting quite a bit of attention and a lot of people wanted to take her picture.   




   





By now, it was getting rather late and the heat was making both of Us quite sleepy. So we collected the Mancats and We all came home to have supper and a nap, and to plan the next day's adventures.

About which - more to follow...

Flat Moo Comes To Town - Part 1

Hallo, Effurryone!

Here I am again - Caspurr the Courageous, King of the Tigger Tabbies!

We are all furry excited here, because We have a Visitor! Can you guess who it is?
Yes! It is Joanie's Travelling Cow! Flat Moo from the Lady Ellen's blog 15 and Miaowing has come all the way from the United States, on her world tour. She arrived a few days ago and has been resting after her long, long journey.





Here she is with ME!

And then she posed for a picture with Trixie.

It looks as if Trixie is roaring here, but she isn't really. She was yawning (mol) because she had just woken up from a nap.

After Mummy took these pictures, She looked around for Shimshi to take his picture with Moo. But Shimshi was more interested in the purresents Moo brought with her - especially the silvervine toast, which he immediately pounced on and then ran off with.  But he came back later to check out the Visitor.




We have lots of things We want to show Moo. We are sure she will want to share the sights of Jerusalem with you. So watch out for our next post.

Miaowndial Blues

Hallo again, Effurybody!


It is I, again - Queen Trixie, Empurress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire.

I have to tell you, kitties - this World Cup business, what they call the Miaowndial, is really getting Me down. There is no escaping it. 
Though to be quite honest, it's really rather amewsing, watching 22 "adult" humans kicking a ball about, just as if they were kitties (mol). 

Purrsonally, I would rather be watching Bird TV. The Mancats, however, outvoted Me, two to one - and even Mummy, who pretends She isn't interested, keeps zapping over in the middle of whatever She's watching, to check up on the score and see who's winning. She has a rule about not watching the games, because She thinks she somehow jinxes whichever side She supports, if She watches.
We think that's nonsense, of course - but maybe She is right after all...

The other day, she decided to watch the semi-final match between England and Croatia. Mummy was born in England, you see - and She really, really wanted the England team to win and although She tried not to watch, She couldn't help herself.

Why do We now think She might have been right about the Jinx? Well, She got up for two minutes, right at the beginning, to get a glass of cold water, and as soon as She turned her back, England scored. So then She decided she really couldn't miss this and settled down to watch the rest of the match - which, as I said before, She almost never does.

Here is a picture of Me, watching Mummy watching the match:

I have to tell you, kitties, watching Mummy was even funnier than watching all those humans kicking the ball about. She kept jumping up, screaming things like: "Yes,yes, yes!" and "No, no, no!" and "Go, go, go!" 

But then effurrything started to go wrong and the Other Side scored and Mummy said She wasn't going to watch anymore - because of the Jinx. She thought it was all her Fault that things were going badly. And She said the tension was too much for her Blood Pressure. So She turned over to watch something else - only she kept flicking back and forth to see what was going on. She just couldn't resist it.

And then they went into this thing called "Extra Time". And by now, Mummy didn't know what to do - because now She began to realise that it didn't really make any difference to the result of the match whether She watched or not (although it certainly made a difference to Moi, because Mummy was much funnier to watch when She was watching the game). 

Anyway, when the Other Side scored their second goal, it got too much for Mummy and She said some (whisper) Bad Words.

Yes, She did, kitties!

I am a Ladycat, so I won't repeat what Mummy said, but I can tell you, kitties - if Caspurr and Shimshi had used such language in My Purresence, I would have whapped them!

So you see, kitties - Football is not good for ladies or ladycats. Fortunately, the End is in sight (mol) and then We can all get back to Normal.

It's Hot - H o t - HOT!

Hallo again, Effurrybody!

Trixie here - with my "little" brofurs.

Well, Mummy has finished most of her "activities" for now, such as her Bible class and her mewsic lectures and her nature rambles and her Caterwauling Club and her opurras - until it all starts again in September/October. That means She can devote more ALL her time to Us. We know She has been looking forward to that. She will now have time to dance attendance on Us round the clock. No more excuses, like concerts to appear in, no more disappearing for the whole day to go on nature rambles. The Purrfect Summer Vacation, in fact (mol).

We have urged her to take up some more cat-centred activities over the next couple of months - such as learning how to purr-ticipate in blog hops, how to use free photo apps to enhance our purr-traits (not that they need any enhancing, of course, but they look  like fun) et CATera, et CATera.

She has promised to take our demands requests purr-posals Under Advisement. We hope that won't take too long, or the Summer will be over before We know it!

Meanwhile, as you can see, We have been making strenuous efforts to avoid the heat:

We do have air conditioning, of course - but it's furry noisy and if Mummy wants to watch television, She has to turn that up loud too, in order to hear it over the noise of the AC.

Ah! Purr-oblems, purr-oblems.....

Have a great summer, effurybody!