Birthday Coming Up

Hallo, Effuryone!

It is I, Feline-Marshall Caspurr the Courageous, Commander-in-Chief of the Impurrial Guard, King of the Tigger-Tabbies.

I want to remind you all that the day after tomorrow, Tuesday March 7th, is my birthday. My FOURTH birthday. Naturally, that means a pawty. A big one. A pawty with all my favourite noms. Countless cans of Fancy Feasty in all my favourite flavours - ocean whitefish and tuna, chick-hen, liver, salmon, seafood - you name it, We've got it!
And niptinis. And catmint juleps. And micecream.

And, best of all - YOU are all invited. 5 pm Israel time.
At a secret destination. RSVP - and the co-ordinates will be sent to your transportation devices.

Now, I know you are all waiting to hear how We outwitted Mummy, as we mentioned last week.
Aren't you?

Well, it's like this. Mummy got upset that We were getting into the trashcan under the kitchen sink and rummaging about in it. She claimed We were "making a mess". So She went and bought one of those locks they sell in Mothercare stores and put in on the door of the cupboard under the sink where She keeps the trashcan.




Mummy was sure that by means of this In-furr-nal Device, She had solved the "problem".
And for a while, She had.
Try as We might, We could not open the door.
I tried.
Trixie tried.
And you can bet your Nine Lives Shimshi tried.

No luck.

But We were not discouraged.
We put Our heads together.

And a couple of weeks ago, We came up with the answer.
And the furry next day, Mummy was furr-labbergasted to find that the chicken bones She had put in the trashcan were all over the kitchen floor.
She thought maybe She had fur-gotten to lock the cupboard door, or that maybe She hadn't locked it propurr-ly.
But when She went to check it, She found that the door was still shut and the lock was intact!
Poor Mummy! She was completely baffled (mol).

How did We do it?

For the answer to that, you will have to attend My Birthday Pawty on Tuesday, when all will be revealed...

Just Around the Corner

Greetings, My Loyal Subjects.

Queen Trixie here again, just for a short update.
This week has been mostly bright and sunny, with lots and lots of sun-puddles, sufficient for each of Us to have their Own Spot. Mummy says Spring may be just around the corner. We don't know which corner She means, though. There are lots of corners in Our Home and We have looked around all of them - but We didn't find anything.

Mummy was very happy to see that her Sick Lemons on the front porch are blooming. Mummy loves Sick Lemons. They are purr-actically her favourite flowers.

She certainly saw plenty of them on her field trip the week before last. Speaking of which, She wrote all about that trip on her own bloggie and you can read all about it here.

Kitties, We have been purr-fecting our Methods of Outwitting Mummy, but you will have to wait till after Shabbat before We tell you all about Our Cleverness. You wouldn't believe how ingenious We have been (mol). And Mummy will never guess how we did it.

What is "It", you are asking yourselves.

Aha. 

Wait and see (hehehe).

Shabbat Shalom to you all. Have a lovely weekend.

Escape from Al-CAT-raz

Greetings, Effurryone!

It is I, Caspurr, King of the Tigger Tabbies. I want to tell you how We have managed to Get the Better of Mummy.

As you know, whenever She wants to cook or eat, or when the Cleaning Lady is here, She shuts Us up in the Bedroom.  Most of the time, when that happens, We just Snooze, either in the Wardrobe or in whatever sunpuddles may be available (and they have been pretty scarce lately). In fact, sometimes they are so small, We have actually shared the same sunpuddle, all three of Us, although Trixie usually prefurrs to do without Sunshine, rather than curl up with Us Boys.

On Furr-iday, however, We decided that We were tired of being impurrisoned whenever She wants Us out of the Way, so We put our heads together and came up with a plan to break out. 

We had come to the understanding that the key to opening the Bedroom Door (no pun intended - MOL) was by purr-essing on the door-handle. Being the biggest and the strongest, that task fell to Me (with a little help from Shimshi). So he and I took it in turns to jump up and purr-ess it and when the door finally opened a crack, Trixie made a dash for Freedom, followed by Shimshi and Yours Truly.

Mummy, who was busy pre-purring the Shabbat meal, was so surprised. At furrst, she couldn't understand how We had got out. She thought maybe She hadn't closed the Bedroom Door propurrly. She chased after Us and returned Us, one by one, to the Bedroom. It was only when She had shut Us inside again, and heard Us jumping over and over again at the door, that She realised what had happened.

To Our Delight - and Mummy's Dismay - it appears that the Bedroom Door can only be locked from the Inside.
But We took pity on Mummy and remained inside till She had finished cooking - and, as a reward, She gave Us our Lunch a little earlier than usual.

What do YOU do when your Humans shut you away in one of the rooms?

The Evil Among Us

Kitties! Woofies! Anipals! (and Human Friends too)!

We are so ANGRY!
No! ANGER doesn't begin to describe the RAGE We feel in our hearts. But We are also Heartbroken at what We have just read on Fursbook!
(Warning! This article contains graphic, heartbreaking images!)

A Rottweiler woofie was found in Detroit with his nose and ears cut off and with many other injuries. It is clear that some Human, or Humans, (if they can even be described as such) did this deliberately to the poor woofie. A $35,000 reward has been offered for anyone offering information leading to the arrest and conviction of those responsible.

Mummy was so angry, She practically had smoke coming out of her ears. She says if She could get her hands on the !@#$%^&*+!@#$ scumbags who did this, She would give them a taste of their Own Medicine. She would cut their +@##$^&* off!!!

How could anyone do such a thing to a defenceless animal? If only We could get our claws into them, We would scratch their eyes out! 
Evil, E-v-i-l-, EVIL devils!!! 

Messi Mischiefs

Hallo, Effurrybuddies!

It's Me here again, the Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi), also known as The Little Purrince!

How are you all? Are you having horrid, cold weather with water falling out of the sky, like We are? In fact, earlier this meouwning, there were tiny, hard, cold, icy pellets falling down as well! We don't like that - but at least, We don't have to go out in it. We have plenty of Hard Work to do here indoors, without getting our beautiful furs wet.

And speaking of Hard Work - I want you to know that I have been taking My Duties as Master of the Queen's Mischiefs furry, furry seriously. In fact, I often use the Transporter Tunnel to visit and consult with other Mischief-Makers, for a furr-uitful exchange of ideas.

And I must say,  Uncle Messi the Woofie has some really good ones. I tell you, that Woofie must have Feline Genes in him somewhere (mol)! How else could he have come up with something like This?

Grandpa and Step-Grandma went out to lunch with some friends and Messi got bored, or angry at being left alone at home, so he shredded effurrything that had been left on the coffee table - letters, bills and a parcel of books Grandpa and Step-Grandma's friends had brought them!

I tell you, anipals - that Woofie is an Inspurration (mol).

Now I am must go and snoopervise while Mummy prepurrs Her, Our, The Shabbat Meal. Have a great and Mischief-filled weekend, all of you.

Shabbat Shalom from All of Us.

Poor Mummy

Hallo, Effurrybody!

It is Me again - My Impurrial Meaouwjesty Queen Trixie!

This is going to be furry short because Mummy has an injured eye and so She doesn't want to sit too long typing at the computer machine thingy.

How did Mummy get an injured eye? Well, One of Us (I won't mention any names, but it wasn't Me) carelessly shoved Mummy's Mobile Talking Device right into her eye. Result - bleeding into the retina, which the Eye Doctor says should clear up on its own in ten days or so.
I told those boisterous Mancats not to be so rough in their games and not to go running about right in front of Mummy's face, but do they listen to Me? Their Queen-Empress? Oh, no - of course not!

And Shimshi, who is a furry naughty baby mancat, compounded his Transgression with Mummy's handbag, by chewing holes in the nice blankie that looks like Caspurr's tummy spots. I don't get it. He will chew on just about anything!!!

Since the weather turned really, really cold a couple of weeks ago, We have been doing a lot of Snuggling with Mummy - who even bought a new Snuggle-Blanket for curling up under with Us, while watching TV. However, last week, She deserted Us for a Whole Day to go on one of her Field Trips, which She has once a month or so. We don't like it when She is out all day. It's bad enough when She shuts herself up with the Computer Machine in the Study and doesn't let Us in because of Shimshi chewing anything he can get his teeth into, including electric cables. At least We know She is there and that, if We sing the Song of Our People loudly enough, She will come out and feed Us, or pet Us, or play with Us. But, as I said, once a month or so, She has these study trips when She is out all day. Still, when She gets home, She feeds Us straight away and then She tells Us all about where She has been.

What's that you say? Oh, okay. I'll ask them.

Caspurr and Shimshi wonder if you, too, would like to hear about what Mummy does on her field trips?
You do?

Well, She writes about them on her own blog, so you can read all about it and see the pictures for yourselves.

I have to say, all that touring sounds furry strenuous and energetic to Me. Don't you agree?

Well, that's all for now, Anipals. Time for LUNCH with my fursibs.

A New Year

Greetings,  Loyal Furriends and Subjects!

Well, 2016 is over and done with and here We are, nearly a week into 2017. 

Furrst of all, a quick update on Uncle Messi the Woofie.
Mummy went round to visit him and She reports that he is purr-gressing well, he is gaining confidence daily, and (according to Grandpa), he has also gained weight. Mummy says She can't see it, and that he still looks woefully thin to her, but Step-Grandma reports that he will eat just about anything (mol). He sleeps on his Own Armchair and effurry night, at bedtime, Step-Grandma covers him with a blanket. He would like to sleep on the living-room sofa, but that is not allowed. As you can see, being a Feline has its advantages - one of them being that We sleep wherever We please  and no mere Human is going to tell us otherwise (mol) .

Here is Messi, on his Armchair: 

Naturally, you all want to know about his attitude to Cats. Well, according to Step-Grandma, when he meets them out on his walks, he turns his head aside and pretends not to notice them. But there is a certain kitty who comes regularly to the kitchen window when Step-Grandma is cooking, whom Messi regards as an Intruder (although She was there long before he was) and sometimes (though not always), he barks like crazy when he sees her. Of course, We don't know if that is because She is a kitty, or simply because She is an Intruder. Honesty compels Us to admit that We, too, would not take kindly to a strange kitty Invading Our Space.

Mummy's cleaning-lady brought another prezzie for Shimshi Us - a stuffed white mousie with a big' fluffy tail:

As usual, Shimshi decided it was his own purr-sonal purropurrty. That baby mancat definitely has  - issues - when it comes to sharing!

Caspurr has been furry brave lately, venturing forth even when the Cleaning-Lady comes, and so he has been purr-moted to the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard.

And since Shimshi is so furry clever at inventing and devising all kinds of New Mischiefs, a special position has been created for him also - as you will see at the end of this post.

Now all that is left is for all of Us here to wish all of you there (wherever that may be - mol) a furry Happy New Year.

Hugs, pawpats and kitty-kisses from: 

Queen Trixie the Black Panfur, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire;
Feline-Marshal Caspurr the Courageous, King of the Tigger-Tabbies and Commander in Chief of the Imperial Guard;
The Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi), the Little Purrince, Captain of the Guard, and Master of the Queen's Mischiefs;
Shimona from the Palace (aka Mummy)