The Complaints and Calamities of Caspurr

Hallo there, Effurryone!

Well, it happened! I was so hoping She would fur-get, but She didn't. You see, the Evil V-E-T sends her  postcards effurry year to remind her, and sure enough, the other day She said it was MY turn to go for my annual "shots" (I HATE that word, don't you?) and She pushed Me into the Kitty Carrier and hauled Me off to The Torture Chamber   The Evil, Stabby Place Dr. Einat.

As you can imagine, I was Most Displeased. I sang the Song Of My People, furry, furry loudly, all the way there - so loudly, in fact, that the Taxi Driver asked anxiously what was the matter with me. And My Human told him that it was NOTHING, that She was just taking Me for My Annual Checkup and Shots.

NOTHING? N O T H I N G???

It may be Nothing to Her, being shut up in a Cage and taken to A Place You Do Not Want To Be, but I can assure you, it was not Nothing to ME!

I could have done some Real Damage to the Evil V-E-T and her Assistant, with My Magnificent Talons, had I chosen to do so.

But fortunately for them, when all is said and done, I neffur fur-get that I am a GENTLEMANCAT, so I kept my claws sheathed and let them Have Their Wicked Way With Me.

But Worse was yet to come.
I was weighed and found not wanting. In fact, I had gained 600 grams since last year.
Kitties - I weigh 8.5 kilos! And they told Mummy that if she loves Me, She will put Me on a strict diet!  (DIET. That's another word I hate!)

After that, Mummy cut My Meals down to TWICE a day, instead of THREE TIMES!
I complained about that furry vocally and started eating paper and bits of plastic bags to make myself vomit all over the place. Yesterday, Mummy decided to go back to three meals a day, only much smaller.

We'll just see about that (heheheh).

Yours Aggrievedly,

Caspurr, King of the Tigger-Tabbies

The Further Trials and Tribulations of Trixie

Greetings, Effurrybody!

Furrst of all, I want to remind you all that today, le quatorze juillet, was - is - purr-ecious Pixie's birthday. I mention this because, as I have said before, it was Pixie who chose Me especially and sent Me to Mummy, when Poor Mummy was left with no kitties at all after sweet Possum joined his sisfur Pixie at the Rainbow Bridge nearly four years ago. So I am eternally grateful to darling Pixie Who Went Before, and always remember her and honour her on Her Birthday.

Now, however, I have a Serious Complaint to make about what Mummy did to Me today, of all days!

I was sitting in My Tunnel, minding My Own Business - as you can see from the pictures below.

As I say, I was simply meditating on the  Thought of my "ineffable effable Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular Name."

And what did Mummy do?
Kitties, She tricked Me!
She produced a handful of My Favourite Crunchy Treats and LURED Me out of my Cosy Nook, and when She had done that, she Kitnapped Me and locked me up in my Kitty Carrier and told Me were were off to visit the Evil V-e-t for my annual Shots!

And as if that wasn't bad enough, kitties, She decided to take Shimshi along too, although his shots aren't due till next month, so as to save time and effort.

Now normally, I settle down quite quickly in my carrier, once the door is shut and I realise it's better to give in with a Good Grace - but Shimshi's presence seriously unsettled Me and We both started rattling the door of Our Prison and trying to get out. And when Mummy tried to pick up the Kitty Carrier, We made ourselves as heavy as We could. In the end, Mummy gave up and decided to take just Me.

Once We got in the taxi, I settled down, as I always do once the car starts moving. But once we got to the Evil Stabby Place, and I saw Dr. Einat preparing THE NEEDLE, I freaked out again and wouldn't let anyone touch Me. And I scratched the v-e-t's assistant Maia and made her hand bleed (once, I scratched her face!). 

So then they put me in that horrid cage which can be made smaller, and they squeezed me inside it and I couldn't move or turn round or anything, and I was afraid they were going to torture Me. But, in the end, the Evil V-e-t just stabbed Me and filled out a form to say I had had my annual shots. She was going to examine my toothies but I wouldn't let her. If anyone had tried, I would soon have shown them just what Purrfect Condition my fangs are in (heheheh).

Oh, and while we were there, I was weighed and Mummy was furry pleased to discover that I have put on almost half a kilo, now that I have got my appetite back. I don't understand why She wants me to get fat, kitties! She, herself, is always complaining about how she has put on weight. So you would think she would understand that I want to retain my lithe, svelte figure!
Well, I shall probably lose that weight again over the next few weeks, because I don't like the new kitty food she got for Us. The shop didn't have any of our usual dry kitty food, so She had to get something else this time. It's called "Happy Cat" - but even though the boys eat it (they don't like it as much as our regular food, but they'll eat just about anything, those greedy mancats), I am furry far from being a Happy Cat and will only eat it because there is no choice. Fortunately, at the weekend, We get Fancy Feast!

So there you have it, Kitties. I think Mummy is out to get Me. What do you think?

Taking Control Again

Greetings, Effurrybody!

I'm back!

Yes! It is I, Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire!

I know, I know, it has been a whole month since any of Us blogged, and even longer since My Imperial Majesty graced you all with my Royal Presence.

It has been so-o-o-o-o hot that none of Us really had the Energy to sit down at the Computer Machine Thingy and write, but Mummy reminded Us that We haven't even updated you on the Results of My Surgery and We really ought to do that, at least.

Well, it turned out that Mummy was Absolutely Right. They did leave some bits in three years ago when they furrst tried to steal my Ladycat Parts. I won't go into details, because it's not Ladycatlike to discuss such things in public. Suffice it to say that We all hope they've done it propurrly this time.

When Mummy went to collect Me, after my surgery, the nice lady v-e-t gave her a Wink and asked her if She wanted the Good News furrst, or the Bad News. Mummy didn't know what to say, so Dr. Einat said: "The Good News is that you were right. We didn't get it all out last time. So We found it quite easily."

Mummy said: "So what's the Bad News" - and the v-e-t said: "You don't have to pay anything".

And Mummy said: "That's not Bad News" - and Dr. Einat winked again and said: "It is for Me".

Anyway, after Mummy took Me home, she fed Me but it must have been too soon, because I was sick and horked up the lot. And then I didn't want to eat or even come out of my kitty-cave all the next day. I did nothing but sleep.
And Mummy was effur so worried, She took Me back to the v-e-t. Dr. Einat fed me some special food with a spatula - food for sick kitties who have lost their appetite - and gave Mummy some to take home for Me. And She didn't charge Mummy for that either.

After that, my appetite started coming back - quite quickly, in fact. By the time I had my stitches out (actually, they were staples), I was even eating more than I had been used to before my surgery.

This is my Tummy with my stitches staples:

It looks awful, doesn't it?

It took weeks before all my beautiful furs grew back propurrly - and when they did, the undercoat of white furs was much more pronounced than before.

After I was fully recovered, I began the process of reconquering My Territory.
Furrst of all, I made it clear to Mummy that, just because Shimshi likes to eat computer cables, that is no reason to ban Me from the Library/Study - which was one of my favourite haunts when I was a little kitty, before the Mancats came along:

Next, I made it clear to my brofurs that I do not appreciate being woken up to join in their boysterous games of Catch-Me-If-You-Can (especially since they seem to think that I am always the One To Be Caught):

Once That Lesson had been learnt, I allowed them to snooze on the Bed or Sofa together with Me:

So now, Things are more or less back to normal.

Before I go, I want to show you all this picture Mummy took at the Supermarket last week.

No, your eyes do not deceive you. That is, indeed, a birdie! 

You might well ask - as We did - what a birdie is doing inside the supermarket.
Mummy thinks it came indoors to enjoy the Air Conditioning and escape the Extreme Heat outside.

Hmmmm - We told Mummy that, next time, She should take Us to the Supermarket with her to help her with the shopping (heh heh heh)...

Shimshi's Second Gotcha Day Anniversary

Hallo again, Effurrybuddies!

I expect you are all wondering why you weren't invited to my Gotcha Day Pawty on Sunday.

Right?

Well, the reason is simple. We didn't have one! We decided that it was too hot (about 38 degrees Celsius)! Who has the energy to prepurr a pawty when the air feels like a dry sauna?!

Today, however, it is much cooler, so, after consultations between the three of Us and Our Human, We have decided to hold the Pawty this coming Shabbat afternoon (21st May) at 6 pm. At that time, it should be neither too hot, nor too cold, but JUST RIGHT, so effurryone should be satisfied.

So make sure your Tunnels and Esses and whateffur other Forms of Transportation you have are in good working order, because We are expecting to see you all at the biggest Pawty effur.

The Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi, or The Little Purrince)

PeeEss: Prezzies will - as always - be welcome. Not that I would DREAM of asking for them. Mummy says that's not purrlite... (mol)

All Sorts of Interesting and Impawtant News

Hallo again, Effurrybuddies!

It is Me here, the Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi, or The Little Purr-ince)!

Furrst of all, I want to remind you all that today is MY BIRTHDAY! Doesn't time fly? I am two years old today. But we aren't going to have my birthday pawty today. That is because my sisfur, Trixie, finally had her surgery last week, to fix her ladycat parts so she doesn't get those funny feelings she was telling you about, and she is still re-cu-purr-ating (goodness! what a long word!) so we have decided to postpone my party until after she has her stitches out (which will be next Sunday) and celebrate on my birthday according to the Hebrew calendar,during Chol Hamoed Pessach, on the 17th of Nissan. Funnily enough, that is the day after Mummy's Hebrew birthday, and falls next Monday, the day after Trixie has her stitches removed.

I am letting you all know now, so you will have plenty of time to clear your diaries and pre-purr for My Pawty. (Of course, a month after that, it will be time for my Gotcha Day Pawty, and We did consider merging the two but then We decided that there is no sense in skipping a purr-fectly good excuse to pawty! Two pawties are so much better than one, don't you agree?)

I have hardly seen Trixie since she had her surgery, because Mummy has put her in a Private Ward, with her own bathroom and dining room so that We Boys (as She calls Us) can't disturb her with our boisterous games! And Trixie has been getting extra Fancy Feast and treats, because, at furrst, She didn't feel like eating at all. But now, She's coming along nicely, Mummy says, and will no doubt tell you all about her expurriences herself, once her stitches are out and she can come out to play with Us Boys Mancats.

Now, I am going to go back and have a little nap till lunchtime. I hope to see you all at My Pawty next week. 

'Bye for now.

PS. Trixie and Caspurr send their love.

She Remembered!

She remembered! Yes, She did!

I wasn't sure She would, She's a bit absent-minded sometimes and there have been times She has fur-gotten!
Like when She fur-got My Birthday last month!
Of course, She is several hundred years old already, by Our Reckoning, so She can't help fur-getting things now and then (mol).

But this year, She has actually been going on about it for at least a week and reminding Me that Today is My Gotcha Day!
My Third Gotcha Day, to be purr-cise.
Imagine that!


Some of you may remember when I furrst came to live with Big Sisfur Trixie and Mummy. I was furry tiny then. This is the furrst picture Mummy effur took of me:

A month passed and I grew and grew, and Mummy kept snapping away with her Flashy Box, and telling people how cute I was:

I don't know why it is, but for some reason, Humans seem to love that pose, and I myself soon learned that they consider it an open invitation to snorgle my belly.
So I purr-fected it:

and still use it today:

When I furrst arrived, there was just Mummy and Trixie and Me. Trixie taught Me about all sorts of Impawtant Things, like Smacky-Paws Boxing and Bird-Watching.

By the time Our New Little Brofur Shimshi joined Us, a year later, I was already a Grown-Up Kitty and was able to pass on all I had learned from Trixie, plus a few other things I had picked up along the way - such as Synchronised Sleeping Techniques.

And, of course, Shimshi helps Me get up to some really great Mischiefs - like climbing out of the living room window, onto the window-sill, which really freaks Mummy out (mol):





I must confess, I quite like being a Big Brofur.


Yes, I have to say, Life is Good.

Caspurr, the Tigger-Tabby King

Purim is Here!!!

Greetings, Effurrybody!

As many of you purr-obably know, tomorrow is Purim, so We are having a big pawty and We would like you all to come and celebrate with Us.

In Jerusalem, where We live, Purim is celebrated one day later than in most other places, but since most of Our Furr-iends live outside Jerusalem, We have decided to make a Compurr-omise (mol).  The Party will start tomorrow at 4 pm Israel time (which is still round about noon where many of our anipals live - in North America) and will be an Allnighter. So effurryone will be satisfied.

Fur-thermore, since it is a custom on Purim to get drunk, you can be sure there will be lots of niptinis, nip cocktails, nip on the rocks and catnipade, as well as plenty of Noms. In keeping with the custom of eating hamantaschen, we will be providing this delicacy with every conceivable kind of filling. And there will be Micecream, Minced Mice, Fricasseed Fish, all Our Favourite Flavours of Fancy Feast, Smoked Salmon, Tuna Terrine, Chick-hen Pie, Anchovy Cakes, Sardines on Toast,  - oh, I could go on and on.

And most important of all - don't forget to come in Fancy Dress. Purim is like Mardi Gras and Halloween all rolled into one. Prizes for the best costumes.

Looking forward to seeing you all tomorrow!


Nose-rubs, hugs and kitty-kisses

from

Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire - the Hostess with the Mostest:

  

Caspurr, the Tigger-Tabby King:

Shimshi, the not so Little Prince:

HAPPY PURIM, EFFURRYONE!