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...