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.

Sick Lemons

Hallo, Effurrybody!

Mummy bought some new houseplants to make up for the ones We destroyed pruned for her. She put them in her study, where She keeps the computer and where We are only allowed under Her Purr-sonal Snoopervision. 

When She was busy at her computer machine, We decided to take a closer look at them. We were just sniffing at them - no more than that, honestly - and suddenly She started screaming at Us to stay away from her Sick Lemons.

Mummy says Sick Lemons are furry bad for Kitties. We can a-purr-reciate that she is worried about Us. Obviously, if the Lemons are sick, we might catch something from them and get sick too. But We don't like being shouted at. It frightens Us. And anyway - why did She buy Sick Lemons to begin with? Couldn't She have bought some healthy lemons?

She took some pictures of Us with her Flashy Box, sniffing the Sick Lemons. 
They must have been very sick indeed, they are all the wrong colour. Lemons are supposed to be Yellow, but these are Pink!

   
   

We must go now, kitties. Mummy is just calling Us to come and have lunch. She has roast chick-hen. We hope She'll be sharing some with Us!

That's all for now, Effurryone. Have a good week!

Enter the Black Panther

Just as I did when my beloved Minxie - my very first furbaby - crossed the Bridge, I took myself and my broken heart off for a brief vacation. When I came back the last time, way back in 1995, Possum was waiting for me. This time, I came back to an empty house (I can hardly call it a home) and realised that I couldn't bear it any longer. Maybe three weeks is too short a time, and insufficiently respectful of Possum's memory. I still have sudden attacks of tears when I think of him and Pixie. Nevertheless, on Sunday, I took the plunge and picked up the phone to the vet, Dr. Einat, to ask if she knew of any kitties who were looking for a forever home. And that is how, on Monday evening, a little black panther entered my life.

Her foster Mum, Barbara, found her under a dumpster about three months ago (she's a bit hazy about dates). We think she's about three and a half to four months old. Barbara had named her Schmendrick. Well, I'm sorry, but I think that's very insulting and no cat of mine is going to be burdened with a name like that! It didn't take me all that long to choose a name for her. Since she's full of tricks, I thought Trixie would suit her much better. Of course, it's not her real name. As everyone who knows cats is aware, each cat has no less than THREE names, only one of which is known to his or her Human. But Trixie will do nicely for this little black panther.

It soon transpired that, if I want to get any sleep at night, Trixie is going to have to be shut out of the bedroom - at least until she outgrows the desire to pounce on my feet every few minutes. Pixie used to do that too. Another trait she and Pixie share is the habit of hiding under the bed, in the very farthest corner - although even Pixie never hid under the sofa, and I can't imagine how she manages to crawl in there, it's so low. All in all, I think it must have been Pixie, rather than Possum, who chose her and sent her to me.

The first day she spent with me, I was worried because she didn't seem to be eating. But I discovered she prefers to eat in the evening and at night - and that, when she does, she has a voracious appetite. I don't understand why, however, with all the food I give her, she is apparently eating earth from the flowerpots of my houseplants!!! If anyone has any ideas about that, I'd really like some answers.

She's now trying to climb onto the keyboard, so I will leave you with the first photo I took of her and then go and play with her.