Miaouoz Tzur

Hallo again, Effurybody!

Trixie here. I hope those of you who celebrate Chrissymouse had a good time, with plenty of yummy food and treats. As you know, We celebrate Hanukkah, not Chrissymouse - and I can tell you, it's a good thing too, because Caspurr and Shimshi would have been on Santa Claws' Naughty List for sure! I am sure he wouldn't have brought them Anything!

For starters, Caspurr peed on the cushion of one of the chairs in the living room. It's not the end of the world, because it can be washed - sort of - but Mummy and I suspect that it's him who has also been peeing on the armrest of the old sofa in the Guest Kitty Room, in the same place where I used to when I had that (whisper) little problem with my Ladycat Parts earlier this year.

However, what Shimshi did was much, MUCH worse. Mummy has a new handbag - well, actually She got it for her birthday last year but she's hardly used it, until last week, when she decided to start doing so. And do you know what Shimshi did? He shredded it. Well, at any rate, he gnawed at it with his sharp little teeth and scratched away at it with his sharp little claws, until he had ripped four or five holes in it! Mummy was so mad at him, She threatened to throw him away and leave him to fend for himself in the cold and the rain.
But, of course, She didn't - I don't think Shimshi, or any of Us thought for one moment that She would. But She wouldn't let him snuggle with her or even come near her for a Whole Day after that. I suppose one can't really blame her. It was such a lovely big bag - big enough for Shimshi or myself to sit inside it, I should say.

Fortunately, however, We don't need to worry about whether or not Santa is going to bring us prezzies, because, as I said, We celebrate Hanukkah in this house.

Mummy lights the candles on the Miaownorah and We all join in and sing Miaouoz Tzur. Tonight, We lit the sixth candle. Two more nights to go.

Happy Hanukkah!                                                   

Five Years Without Pixie

Hallo, Effurryone!

Caspurr here - speaking for all of Us. Tomorrow is one of our Sad Days, because it is the fifth anni-furrsary of the Departure of Princess PixieCato to the Rainbow Bridge. I have been chosen to write today's post, because Pixie was a Tigger-Tabby, like myself.

As always, on these Sad Days, We snuggle up with Mummy, and We look at pictures of beautiful Angel Pixie, and Mummy tells Us stories about her.

Mummy always finds it hard to choose which of the pictures She loves best - there are so many. But most of them are from Pixie's later years, after Mummy got her digital flashy box. Still, there are a few that Mummy took, with her "antique" camera, when Pixie was furry little. She scanned them and uploaded them to the Computer Machine.

This one, for instance:

That makes Us laugh - We think Pixie's ears look like the ears of a Bat. She could have been Batgirl (mol).
Mind you, My own ears are purr-ty large and I expect when I was a little, bitsy kitten, I must have looked a bit like a bat-cat myself.

Mummy said it's good to laugh. That way, We smile when We remember Pixie.

And here is Pixie when she was still quite a young kitty, watching TV, which she also enjoyed furry much.

Now here is Pixie after she and Possum and Mummy moved to their last flat, watching Mummy working at her desk and reminding her that She should get some exercise. Pixie was furry fond of exercise. She knew how impawtant it was. She could watch Humans doing it for hours at a stretch (mol).

In later years, Pixie became a furry majestic feline. Here is one of her Official Royal Portraits:





Of course, she wasn't always so serious. Here she is at Purim (though We aren't sure if she was any fonder than We are of being dressed up in silly hats):

This is one of Our Favourites. It shows Pixie engaged in something which is one of Our Favourite Activities also - snoozing! This was one of Pixie's favourite snoozing purr-sitions.





Here's another one of Pixie snoozing:

And here, she has just been woken up by Mummy and her  Flashy Box (yes, kitties! Pixie, too, was plagued by the Paparazzi. It's part of the Downside of Notoriety Fame).

Mummy has pictures of Pixie in her final days, but She doesn't want to remember her like that. Mummy prefers to remember Pixie in her prime, when she was fit and healthy and romping with her brofur, Possum. That's why this is her favourite picture of the two of them, which Mummy used also as the banner for her own blog:

We hope these pictures will bring back sweet memories of her to those of you who knew her, as well as show those of you who never had the purr-vilege of meeting her, what a Tough Act We have to follow.

Good News Sunday

Hallo there, Effurrybuddies!
Do We have some news for you?!
Not just any old News. IMPAWTANT News!

No, I mean it!
BIG News. BIG, IMPAWTANT News!

No, no, listen to Me, Effurrybuddies!

This is SERIOUSLY, BIG, IMPAWTANT News!

Are you ready? Are you sitting com-fur-tably?

Okay! Here it is!

Grandpa and Step-Grandma have adopted - a Woofie!
Here he is!

His name is Messi.
That's right. Like Lionel Messi, the footballer.

We don't know yet how he is with a ball, but he sure seems happy with this bone, doesn't he?

                                                 

Grandpa and Step-Grandma gotcha-ed him from a shelter in Hadera. He is about one and a half years old and, appawrently, he was found wandering in the heavy rains, with no collar or means of identification, all lost and starving.

Grandpa says he is still furry thin and a bit scared, but they hope once he knows he has a warm, safe, loving furever home, he will start to blossom.

He only arrived yesterday, and Mummy hasn't seen him yet herself. Grandpa sent Us these photos by WhatsApp.

We have been giving a lot of thought about how We are related to the Woofie and it is Our Considered Opinion that, if he has been adopted by Grandpa and Step-Grandma, that makes him Our Uncle (sort of).

So say Hallo and Welcome to Messi, Effurrybuddies - the newest Member of Our Family.

Caspurr's Column

Hallo, Effurryone!

It is My Turn to impurr-ess you all with my literary skills. 
There isn't really all that much to tell, except that on Monday, Mummy had someone come round to fix a leak in her downstairs bathroom and We were shut up in the bedroom All Day! 
We HATE that. 

At furrst, We just slept. Shimshi and I curled up together in the only sun-puddle We could find (and it was a teensie, tiny one, as you can see)




and Trixie took up her favourite place on the stool in front of the dressing table, 




but even the most chillaxed kitty can only sleep for so long.

If Mummy hadn't come to let Us out effurry now and then to eat and go to the bathroom, We would have carried out the Most Spectacular Mischief.
We aren't going to reveal what it was we had planned - not yet, anyway.
Instead, We are going to save it for some other occasion.

Another Mean Thing Mummy did to Us was to go out yesterday on what She calls a "study trip" and leave Us all alone - all day!
Seriously, Kitties - much more of this kind of Neglect, and We are going to have to start looking for New Staff!

We would do that with a Great Deal of Regret, of course - because We love Mummy - but there is only so much a Kitty can stand, wouldn't you agree?

Purrs, nose-rubs and kitty kissies to you all from Me,


Caspurr, King of the Tigger-Tabbies (and my Fur-sibs).

Gifts Galore

Hallo, Effurrybuddies!

It is I, the Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi, or The Little Purrince).
Guess what happened today!

Bet you can't guess.
Can you?

Well, I'll tell you!
Mummy's Cleaning Lady bought Me a Prezzie! A Mousie with a Bell attached to its Tail!

Wait a minute! Hold on there, Little 'Un. She did not buy You a Prezzie! That Mousie belongs to ALL of Us.


But, Caspurr! She gave it to Me - as soon as She walked in the front door!


That's only because You are always the first to greet her when she arrives. You let anybody pet you! No discrimination whatsoever!

Oh, Trixie, that's not fair! I can't help it if effurrybody thinks I'm so cute, they just can't resist my mancatly charms! Besides, Caspurr always hides when the doorbell rings!

Hmphhh!  You are getting above yourself, shrimp! Sometimes you forget that I am your Older Brofur. Show some Respect.
And just remember - in this household, We believe in Commewnity Purroperty.

Well, I did let you play with My Our New Mousie, didn't I? 

Eventually...

And We had a great game of Pawball, didn't We?

That's true. I can't deny it...






And while the boys were playing with the New Mousie - which I wasn't furry interested in, anyway and which I completely ignored when Mummy brought it to Me later - I, Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel, and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir and Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire, re-conquered my Imperial Perch:

And I won't be giving it up so easily (mol).

Now who's laughing? A perch in the Hand Paw is worth two in the ... well, something, anyway!

Gotcha!

Greetings, Effurybody!

Now that those of you in the Mewnited States of Amiaouwrica have finished with your purr-residential elections, it's time to pawty - whoever your Humans voted for.

Yes, indeed it is. And do you know why?
Because Shabbat, Caturday November 12th, is My Gotcha Day and you are all invited to celebrate with Me!

Effurry time a kitty is rescued and finds his or her Furever Home, that is a reason to rejoice and be glad.

And this invitation also extends to my furr-iends in the rest of the world, of course!


We are expecting good weather on Shabbat - hazy sunshine and temperatures up to 24 degrees Celsius - so We are going to have the Pawty up in the Enchanted Forest. However, since it gets dark really early now, We have decided to have a Picnic Lunch at 12 noon Israel Time (that's 10 am GMT).

RSVP! (That stands for Répondez, s'il vous plaît, which means "Reply, if you purr-lease" in Furrench!)

Now, I have been working furry hard all morning, snoopervising Mummy's Cleaning Lady, and it's time to put my feets up and have a Nap.

See you all on Shabbat.


Hugs, nose-rubs and kitty-kissies from Me,

Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire.

Miaowzeit

Hallo, Effurrybuddies!

It's Me, the Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi) this time.

Mummy has the Sads today, because today is the fourth annifurrsary of the day Precious Possum left her and flew away to the Rainbow Bridge.

As you know, We always commemorate the passing of the Kitties who came before Us - besides which, Possum and I, Shimshi, share something furry special - Our Godmother. Step-Grandma found and brought both of Us to Mummy, so even though he and I neffur met (at least, not in this life), We are Kindred Spirits! Plus, I have pink paw pads like Possum's (well, mine are mostly pink, anyway. There's a little bit of grey also, to match my fur).

But Trixie and Caspurr each have something special which they share with Possum, also.


Mummy says that Caspurr was specially chosen for her by Possum. They were both big kitties, and both love to roll on their backs with their legs in the air, and wait demonstratively for Mummy to come and snorgle their tummies.

And Trixie shares Possum's extraordinarily floofy tail.

So, you see, Angel Possum is part of All of Us - and even though he is no longer here on Earth, but frolicking in the Land of Everlasting Sunshine Beyond the Bridge, with Angel Pixie and Angel Minxie, Mummy knows that he will always be a part of Her too.

A Wonderful New Year

Greetings, Effurrybody!

This evening is the start of Rosh Hashana, which is the anni-furr-sery of when the Great Cat in the Sky created the World. That's like the World's Birthday! Just imagine - a birthday for the Whole World!

Of course, it would be a bit difficult to give the World a birthday present, so it's okay to give each other gifts instead. In fact, it's especially okay for Humans to give their furbabies prezzies (mol).

And just see what Mummy has given Us!




Isn't that the most beautiful Cat Tree you effur saw?

When Mummy first presented it to Us, last week, it had a white mousie attached to it on a stretchy, elastic string.

Only Shimshi stole it, of course, and wouldn't let anybody else touch it - as usual. And then, he lost it - again, as usual.

In fact, Shimshi seemed to think the new Tower was his own, purrsonal propurrty.

Mummy moved it into the boudoir, so that Trixie could explore it propurrly.

But She has since moved it back into the Guest Kitty Bedroom, as the Baby Mancat has finally figured out that it belongs to All Of Us, and that We have to share.




There is plenty of room there for all of Us. It has four floors, as you can see:

On the bottom floor is a Kitty Cave. On the next floor up, there is a round shelter which also does service as a swing. And on top of that, there are two more floors.
And it is covered and lined with lovely, soft faux fur, in a beautiful shade of fawn.
And it has not one, but three scratching posts, so all three of Us can use them at the same time.

We think it is beautiful, kitties. Don't you agree?
And We are furry grateful to Mummy for having bought Us such a beautiful (and expensive) present.


Now We would like to wish you all a furry happy New Year.

Shana Tova!

Abandoned!

Hallo again, Effurybody!

We know, it's been a long time since Our Last Post, but it's furry hard for little kitty paws to o-purr-ate the computer thingy without Human Assistance, and since Our Human so thoughtlessly deserted Us for Ten Whole Days, just to go traipsing off to England, We had no way of letting you all know of Our Plight!

Yes, kitties, it is All Too True! She decided it was time to go and visit her brother in London, leaving Us to the Evil Machinations Tender Mercies of a kitty-sitter. For this pawpose, She employed her Stepsister, and the Evil Nice Lady Vet's Assistant, Michal, who came on alternate days to feed Us, give Us water, clean out Our Litter-boxes and generally see to Our Welfare.

Mummy was born in England, which is far away over the sea, and in Days of Yore (as She likes to call them), in the time of Possum and Pixie, and of Minxie, who came before Us and who are now at the Bridge, She used to visit there effurry year. But since We came to live with her, She has been abroad only once, two and a half years ago (before Shimshi was born, actually), and She hasn't been back to England for Five Years.

We wondered how She was going to get there, as our Tunnel is much too small for her to use for teleporting. She said She was flying - but that's silly. Humans don't have wings. How can they fly?

Anyway, our kitty-sitters only fed Us once a day, when We are used to being fed three times daily. Of course, our daily portion was a large one -  larger than when Mummy is at hand to measure out our starvation weight-watchers' diet. In fact, Mummy claims We have actually put on weight, but We suspect that is merely an excuse to further reduce the size of Our Meals.


Shimshi was the only one of Us to venture forth when the Temporary Staff were here. He will let just about anyone stroke and pet him - especially when Food is in the offing.

Caspurr was a Real Scaredy-Cat ...

(I was not! I was merely being cautious!)

He hid in the wardrobe whenever he heard a key in the door, and wouldn't come out till he was sure the coast was clear - but he did let Michal stroke him. She knew where to find him because Mummy had betrayed his Secret Hiding Place to the Kitty-Sitters. So Michal came and stroked him and said nice, soothing things to him, but she didn't try to force him to Come Out of the Closet (mol).

But I, Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire, was smarter than either of them. Neither of my Temporary Staff caught sight of so much as a single whisker or fur from My Tail, yet I managed to eat as much as my greedy brofurs, and so it was a beautiful, glossy, well-rounded Ladycat, who greeted Mummy on her return from Parts Unknown at the beginning of this week. 

Actually, it was Shimshi who was the first to bring the News that Mummy was home. He called Me and I emerged from my Secure Hiding Place Which Nobody Knows About But Me. But though Mummy called and called, there was no sign of Caspurr. He couldn't believe it was really Mummy at last - until Shimshi went to fetch him and to bring him the news that this was no False Alarm, and that Mummy had finally come Home to where She belongs.

The Return of the Olympians

Hallo again, Effurryone!

Well, we had a great time in Rio, at the Cat Olympics, but it's good to be back. There's no place like Home, after all.

And, of course, it's high time We updated you on Our Success. 

So, here goes.

First of all, despite furry stiff competition, Our Team walked off with the Gold Medal in the Synchronised Sleeping event. An extra special round of appaws goes to Trixie, who not only captained the Team, but was also Head Coach.

Trixie also took part in two other events. In the Counter-to-Cupboard Combined High Jump/Long Jump, her eye infection affected her co-ordination and she narrowly lost out in the battle for furrst place and was forced to make do with the Silver Medal. However, she more than made up for that with a stunning win in the Ladycats Smackypaws Boxing CATegory, earning a well-deserved Gold Medal.

Caspurr defeated a Purr-sian cat who refused to shake paws with him after the contest, to take Gold in the Bunny Kick-Boxing event. The defeated Silver Medallist afterwards apawlogised, privately, explaining that his Humans had warned him that he was on no account to speak to Israeli cats, on pain of being deprived of all treats till the next Cat Olympics! Under the circumstances, Caspurr furr-gave him, of course. But what horrible Peeps that kitty must have! Can you imagine how much nicer the World would be, if We Felines were in charge?

Finally, on the last day of competitions, Shimshi led Our National Team to victory in the Pawball Finals, thereby earning his second Gold Medal.

Appaws, appaws to all of Our Olympians (even though Trixie was the only one willing to pose for a picture with one of her medals).

And appaws, appaws to all those who competed, whether they took home medals or not.

You are all Champions!




                     

The Final Straw

Greetings, Effurrybody!

Today, August 17th, is Black Cat Appreciation Day (in the US, at any rate). I, Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, do not live in the US, but I have many, many furr-iends there, and I would like to wish them all the best on this Auspicious Day.  As you know, in the US and some other places (although not in England, where our HuMum was born), black kitties are considered to be harbingers of Bad Luck and so they are less likely to get adopted and more likely to be (whisper) put to sleep and so Humans who love kitties invented this special day to tell effuryone how Wonderful we House Panfurs are and why they should adopt Us.
Naturally, as a Black Panfur myself, this day is a furry impawtant one in my eyes.

Ah. Yes. EYES.
And that brings Me to the reason why, despite the Auspiciousness of the Occasion, I am not feeling furry happy today.

You see, Mummy noticed that my eyes seemed to be a bit teary of late, and on Sunday, she gently mopped the corner of one eye with a piece of white tissue and was horrified to see that the tears appeared to be mingled with blood. So she scooped Me up and carted Me off to the Evil Stabby Place, so that the nice Lady     v-e-t could take a look. And Sure enough, Dr. Einat found an infection. In fact, she said that my lower right eyelid had turned in on itself and my eyelashes were irritating the eye and making the infection worse. So she turned the eyelid out again and put in two tiny staples to keep it the right way, and said that, if I didn't have them out beforehand, she would remove them in a couple of weeks!

But then Mummy said She was afraid I would pull them out and tear the delicate flesh around my eyes so the Evil v-e-t  said She would put a collar round my neck to stop Me doing that.

Kitties, that was Definitely The Final Straw. I saw them taking out the Cone of Shame and prepurring to put it around my Queenly Neck and I decided that they had reached The Limit. I mean to say, Kitties - Enough is Enough.
It was time to Put My Paw Down. And I did, Kitties. In Spades!!!

And when I, Queen Trixie, say NO - I mean NO.

So, here I am, kitties - still stapled, but (breathes a sigh of relief), uncollared:

I know, kitties, I know. Dreadful, isn't it. And it was a bit uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it and I even let Mummy put ointment in My Eye three times a day without any too much Fuss.

Now, I am going to let Caspurr and Shimshi tell you the rest of the News.

********

Thank you, sis Trixie! Okay, Mancats here - Caspurr the Tigger-Tabby King and the Mighty Shimshon aka Shimshi, the Little Purr-ince.
We want to tell you all how We purr-tected Mummy last night.
When Mummy is asleep, We patrol the house, to make sure no Evil Predators get in and hurt Mummy. We don't make a Song and Dance about it, We just get on with it. We usually don't even report to Mummy, so as not to furr-ighten her.

Well, last night, We caught an Evil, Vicious Cockroach who had invaded Our Territory!
Now, Mummy hates roaches just about more than she hates anything, so We hunted it down and We dedded it and then We gobbled it up, because roaches make a nice, crunchy snack and, as you know Mummy has been starving Us, put Us on a Strict Weight-Reducing Diet (especially Caspurr). Only, for some reason, we find the Hairy Legs less digestible, so one of them was accidentally left in the middle of the living-room floor, where Mummy found it in the morning. Of course, she immediately recognised it for what it was and after loudly exclaiming "Oh, no, no,no!" repeatedly, She turned to Us and told Us what Good Kitties We were for having dedded that nasty old roach.
Then she began rushing around spraying insecticide effurrywhere where roaches might be lurking (like under the sink and round the washing machine in the utility room). We understand why, but We would prefurr her to be less "generous" with the insecticide. It spoils the taste of the roaches. We prefer Organic Food (mol).
Then She praised Our Hunting Skills some more and asked Us to be on the lookout, in case any more Horrible Creepy Crawlies were lurking anywhere around the house.

 
Of course, we knew She would be pleased, which is why, even as We were gobbling up the Evidence Mortal Remains of the Enemy, We had decided to leave her an Offering - another hairy leg and a bit of the wing. 

She found Our Gift later - when She was making the bed.

Happy Birthday to ME!

Greetings, Effurrybody!

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

Today is My Birthday! I am Four Years Old today! And just see what a beautiful Birthday Present Mummy bought for Me!

Here it is being checked out by my Security Detail (Caspurr and Shimshi), to make sure it is safe for Me and not Boobytrapped, before I set paw inside:


                                   

And here I am inside it, resting to keep up my strength, before My Birthday Ball, which will take place at midnight tonight (Israel time) in the Grand Marquee in the Enchanted Furr-est. You are all invited, of course. Co-ordinates have been sent to your Transportation Devices. 

                                              

Wasn't it nice of Mummy to buy Me such a beautiful, big, Cardboard Box.

And, as you all know, kitties, I have always believed in the saying "Waste not, want not", so, instead of throwing away the electric fan that was cluttering up My New Box, I let Mummy have it - as a sign of My Appurreciation and Gratitude for having bought Me such a lovely prezzie. 

Well, I am off now to enjoy some more Beauty Sleep.
See you all tonight at the Ball.


Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, etc., etc., etc.

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.