That's Entertainment???

Hallo, Effurrybody!

If you haven't guessed already, it is I, Trixie, Queen of the Black Panfurs and Alpha Cat Extraordinaire, reporting.

I must tell you, kitties (and other anipals) - Mummy has let this "Hostess with the Mostest" business go to her head! 
Mummy says that now We have a nice big appurtment, We can do lots more "entertaining". That's what She calls inviting all sorts of Intruders into Our Home! Do you think She consulted Us befurrhand?
Think again!

Do you know what She did last week? She invited over all her friends from her Caterwauling Club to celebrate the lighting of the eighth and final Hanukkah candle with her. It's lucky not all of them could come, because that would have meant thirty people invading Our Home! As it was, there were about twenty, including two human kittens belonging to one of Her friends! 

Mummy shut Us up in the bedroom while the Intruders were here. It's lucky She didn't shut Us up in Our Own Room, because the bedroom is much bigger and has more places to hide - which was just as well, because She brought in some of her friends to see Us, during the evening. We know She is furry proud of Us and likes to show Us off, and her friends literally begged to be purr-mitted to meet Us, but We are not exhibits in a Mewseum or a Zoo!!!

Anyway, when Mummy brought her friends in, Shimshi was the only one to cooperate. He was sitting on the bed and he let a couple of the girls stroke and pet him. Such vanity! But they complained afterwards that he didn't purr at all!
Caspurr spent the entire evening under the bed, right in the corner, and wouldn't come out at all till everyone had left. And I had already found myself a cosy spot on the highest shelf in the wardrobe, from which I refused to budge.

I tell you, kitties, if that's "entertainment", you can keep it! We prefurr Peace and Quiet. We do not like havoc and noise and so on - unless it's of Our Own Making, of course (mol). We like to have Our furriends round to visit and We love throwing Our own pawties.

Speaking of which, We hope you all enjoyed the Holidays - both those of you who celebrate Hanukkah and those of you who celebrate Chrissmouse.

In case Mummy doesn't find the time to help Us blog again before January 1st, We would like to wish all our anipals A Happy New Year.

Time To Remember...

Hallo, Effurrybody!

Mummy has the Sads today, because it is exactly three years since Precious Pixie flew away to the Bridge. 

Mummy likes to commemorate her beloved furbabies on their yahrzeit (although, strictly speaking, the commemoration should be on the Hebrew date, and it would have fallen last Friday, the third day of Hanukkah. It was a Friday the day Pixie flew away too, the  third day of Hanukkah...)

Mummy says it's furry impawtant that We Three should know about the wonderful kitties who came before Us, so We can uphold their Legacy.

We do this by looking at pictures of the Departed Kitties and listening to Mummy telling Us stories about Them.

This is Pixie when She was a furry little kitty:

As She grew up, She became a Most Noble Feline.

See what an aristocratic profile She had:

Of course, even though She was always Elegant and Ladylike, She still loved to run about and play, but She was generally a quiet, well-behaved Pussycat. She even used to let Mummy dress Her up for Purim.

And She hated it when Mummy went out. She used to look so wistful that Mummy often wondered if She shouldn't stay home with her furbabies. But in those days, Mummy had to go to work effurry day...

When that happened, Pixie used to curl up and go to sleep in Mummy's Her Bed, until Mummy came home. Here, you can see Possum as well. It's not clear whether He was watching over Pixie here, or waiting to pounce on Her...

Now Pixie is an Angel, playing with Possum and all her other Fur-riends who have gone before, waiting for Mummy at the Bridge, and watching over all of Us:

She must miss Mummy, furry much - as much as Mummy misses Her - but She is in the Care of the Great Cat in the Sky now, who will keep Her safe until it is time for Her and Mummy to meet again.

No-vember

Hallo, Effurryone!

It is I, Caspurr the Tigger Tabby!

It has become horribly cold. As Trixie told you the week befurr last, the Good Weather couldn't last - and it didn't! Now, there are lots of grey clouds and it's dark and miserable. And there's lots and lots of skywater. 

But Mummy says it will be good for her new Sick Lemons! Yes, Kitties! She bought lots more of them, all in different colours.  And We are protecting them from the Birdies who would sit on them and squash them, if We were not there to scare them away.

Look, see! Here I am, protecting the Sick Lemons!

Besides the Sick Lemons, Mummy bought loads and loads of other plants for her window-boxes and for her own entrance porch - but she still hasn't fixed up a catio or a Whiffles-Balcony for Us, although at least She leaves the windows open and We can sit and enjoy the window-boxes and the fresh air whenever We want.

At present, however, We don't want, because of the cold and the skywater. We don't like No-vember. However, at least Mummy has decorated Our Room with some furry nice art work. She has hung copies of some famous pictures on the walls. 

Would you like to see?

 

Trixie has studied Art and she says this style of painting is known as "Impurrsionism".  

Shimshi says that if you biggify the top picture, you can see that the smaller of the two kitties looks a bit like him. I don't see it, do you? However, Shimshi is convinced that one of his furr-fathers was the model for this painting.

Speaking of the cheeky birdies who would damage or even EAT Mummy's window-box plants, the other day, a Pigeon mistook the bathroom window for a dovecot and flew inside. It's still not certain who was more alarmed, Mummy or the Pigeon! Anyway, it managed to find its way out again quickly enough, but now, Mummy's afraid to open the bathroom window more than a few centimetres.

We made Mummy effur so happy these past few weeks by playing together nicely (most of the time). We even curled up all three of Us on the bed and let her take our picture together.

She was so pleased with this picture that She decided to make it Our New Profile Picture.

We must go now, dear anipals and pester remind Mummy it's time for Lunch. Before We do so, We would like to wish those of you who celebrate it, a furry enjoyable and happy Thanksgiving!

xoxoxox

Caspurr the Tigger Tabby, Trixie the Black Panfur and The Mighty Shimshon (Shimshi for short)

Black Panfur Gotcha Day

Hallo, Effurrybody!

It is Me again, Trixie the Black Panfur!

Today is a furry special day for Me, because two years ago today, on November 12th, 2012, Mummy and I found each other.

I entered Mummy's Life at a furry sad time, when She was mourning the departure of the beautiful Possum to the Rainbow Bridge (see last blog) and She wasn't sure She was quite ready to let a new kitty into Her Life, but She told the v-e-t She would take a look at Me and see how We get on, so my Foster Mummy brought me round and the rest, as they say, is History - or rather,  it is My Story (mol).

Look how tiny I was when I furrst arrived:

Still, I was bigger than either Caspurr or Shimshi when they furrst invaded intruded entered Mummy's and My lives. I was already three months old.

Now Caspurr is much fatter bigger than Me and Shimshi is almost as big as Me. 

Speaking of Shimshi, I have decided to take a more active paw in his Education, because if I leave it all to Caspurr, there is no telling how the Baby Mancat will turn out. For starters, I have been giving him some tips on how to catnap elegantly, as befits a creature who is, unquestionably, the Highest Pinnacle of Creation - namely, a Feline.

Thus:

                            

A propos Catnapping, Shimshi and Caspurr have enrolled in an elective course I am giving at the Feline University of Jerusalem, where I have recently been made a Purrfessor: Synchronised Sleeping Techniques (SST). This is a relatively new field of study about which I shall be writing at greater length in a future post (possibly as early as next week).

I have no time to write more at present, as I must go and have another catnap so as to be completely rested for my Gotcha Day Pawty at 8pm this evening, Israel Time. I hope to see all of you there, despite the short notice. If the pleasure of seeing Me is not a sufficient attraction, I can tell you that here in Israel, we are experiencing unseasonably warm weather, temperatures in the low to mid-20s Celsius and lots of sunshine. Even the nights aren't all that cold - certainly not in comparison with what I've been reading about where a lot of you are living. They say that will all change at the weekend, so you'd all better teleport over to my pawty tonight and enjoy it while you can (mol). Mummy will be safely Out Of The Way, as She has a rehearsal with her Caterwauling Club this evening, so we can get up to lots of Evil Mischief, like we did last time She went out caterwauling:

Till tonight then, Dear Anipals!

Trixie, Queen of the Black Panfurs, Alpha Cat Extraordinaire

Two Years On

Hallo, Effurrybuddies!

It's Me here, the Mighty Shimshon (Shimshi for short).

We wanted to write to you yesterday, but Mummy was feeling furry sad and not in the mood for turning on the computer thingy. She was sad because yesterday, it was exactly two years since Possum, Who Came Before, flew away to the Bridge.

I didn't understand what the Bridge was, until my Big Sisfur Trixie explained it to me. Now I understand why Mummy was so sad.

Trixie and Caspurr told me that Mummy likes to post pictures of Possum, on his Jahrzeit, so we helped her pick out some of the nicest. I have to say, he was a furry handsome Mancat.  Mummy must have a thing about handsome Mancats. That's why She chose Me (and Caspurr, of course) to keep her company after Possum went away. Of course, Trixie is furry pretty too - but she's a girl.

Anyway, here are the pictures we have picked out in Possum's memory.



This is Possum the day he furrst came to live with Mummy. He was a bit bigger than I was, when I furrst arrived on Mummy's door-step.

And here he is, on the arm-rest of the armchair, one of his favourite perches.

And here he is with his little sisfur, Pixie. She, too, now lives at the Bridge.

This is Possum with his toys friends Felix the Cat, Edward the Bear (aka Teddy) and Snowy the Seal. They are still with Us and now We, Trixie, Caspurr and I, play with them.

In this next picture, Possum is about twelve years old young. That seems effur so old to Me, but Mummy says he was in his Prime. It was another five years before he felt he had to leave for the Bridge.
Mummy especially loves this picture because it shows Possum's adorable pink paws. (My paws are mostly pink too, but this post is about Possum, not about Me.)

And here he is, playing with Mummy's sandals. I also love playing with Mummy's sandals (mol).

And here, finally, is one of Mummy's favourite pictures, taken about seven weeks before Possum decided to fly away to the Bridge. He is asking to be snorgled (or "sproggled", as Mummy calls it).

Of course Mummy couldn't resist such a request. 

Trixie and Caspurr and I are furry sorry We neffur had a chance to meet Possum, but at least We get to see these nice pictures of him and hopefully, some of you who possibly remember him, will be able to tell Us some more about him - and Pixie also.

Now we will light a candle in Possum's memory and snuggle up next to Mummy, with comforting purrs.

Those Pesky Birdies!

Greetings, Effurryone!

It's Me here, Caspurr the Tigger-Tabby King!
It's my turn to give all our anipals an update on Life in the New Palace (no, that's not a typo...mol)

Trixie has already told you all that We are impatiently waiting for Mummy to fix up a catio for Us. But we are beginning to lose Hope, because She won't let Us out of the front door at all. She says it's too easy for Us there to jump up and over the gate and out into the street. But We did think She'd be a bit quicker in prepurring the Whiffles Balcony She promised Us. In the meantime, effurrytime one of Us manages to get out onto the big window-sill in the living-room, she gets into a Tizzy, and makes Us come back in!

She's afraid We may over-reach Ourselves trying to catch a birdie, and fall!
Has She fur-gotten that We are Cats, for Heaven's Sake???

Today, She shut Us all in the bedroom while her cleaning-lady was here, because Shimshi kept trying to catch the floor-mop, but She was sorry for that afterwards, because while We were Incarcerated (isn't that a lovely big word? We've just learnt it today!), some really cheeky birdie came and did a Whoopsie on the window of her study! Did you effur hear of such chutzpah?

If We had been at liberty, We would have scared that pesky birdie away!

I have to go now and help snoopervise while Mummy prepares the Shabbat evening meal. After her Big Success at Rosh Hashana, She really got a taste for entertaining, so, for this evening, She has invited Grandpa and Step-Grandma round for a festive meal, together with her brother, who is visiting here from England. You remember our human uncle, don't you, kitties? He's the one who isn't really a cat-purrson. Trixie and I failed to convert him. We shall see if Shimshi has any better luck.

So furr-well for now, anipals. Shabbat Shalom. Have a lovely weekend.

Settling In

Hallo again, Effurybody!

It's been an age, hasn't it? But We were so busy helping Mummy to unpack and get things organised in Our New Home, We've had no time for blogging.

Furrst of all, I must tell you, the Move was rather traumatic - especially for Caspurr and for Mummy. While the packers were finishing up the packing on Moving Day, Mummy shut Us up on the balcony with plenty of food and water and two litter boxes, so as to be Out of the Way. But then, She left us all alone in the empty apartment while She went with the movers to the new apartment, because She had decided - after consultation with the V-E-T - that it would be less stressful for Us to be able to roam freely for a few hours in a familiar place (albeit empty) than to be shut up in a cat carrier in the new place, with the movers  dumping boxes and packing cases effurywhere. Because the new flat didn't yet have interior doors, so she couldn't shut Us in one room till they had gone (the new doors were supposed to be installed two days later, but, in fact, they didn't arrive till Thursday, five days after the Big Move).

After a few hours, She came back for Us, but Caspurr was so stressed-out, he scratched Mummy really badly and took refuge on top of the highest kitchen cabinet. So Mummy took Us  (Me and Shimshi) to the New Flat and then went back for Caspurr.

Caspurr told Me later that even then, he wouldn't have come down, only Step-Grandma got a long stick and POKED him with it, so he jumped down and ran into what used to be the bedroom. And then Mummy went in after him with the PTU and closed the door behind her so he couldn't escape. And she was crying and effurything and She BEGGED him to get into the Carrier, otherwise She'd have to leave him there - so he finally dashed into it, probably reckoning it was the only safe place. And then She brought him here, to the New Flat and released him and he dashed into the room with the most boxes and hid himself away for several days, only coming out at night to eat.

Mummy was terribly upset. What's more, the wound on her arm where Caspurr had scratched her got all swollen and red and She had to treat it with antibiotic cream!

It's been almost three weeks now since We came to live in Our New Home and We are gradually getting used to it. Shimshi took to it like a duck to water. I (Trixie, Alpha-Kitty Extraordinaire), have been working effur so hard to help Mummy, and so, too, have Shimshi and (to a lesser extent) Caspurr (who prefurrs to sleep). We have to snoopervise the opening of each and every box, investigate the contents and - since Mummy is using the opportunity to throw away a lot of what She calls "junk" - make sure She doesn't accidentally throw away something of real impawtance.

There have been some changes in Our Lifestyle. For example, there's much more room and I feel, at last, that I have My Own Space - even though Caspurr and Shimshi try to encroach on it sometimes. But knowing that Caspurr was so spooked by The Move, while I was not, has given Me the confidence to stand up for My Rights. I have also decided to allow Shimshi to play with Me sometimes - and even to share the sofa with Me, as long as he understands that I have first claim on any sun-puddles that become available.

I have to say, a lot of what Mummy promised Us has yet to materialise. Our whiffles-balcony, for example and our catio. Mummy seems to think it's more impawtant to get the rest of the flat in order first, because She's hosting the Whole Family (12 people) for the festive Rosh Hashana evening meal this Wednesday. Can you imagine that?!

But Mummy says that All Good Things are worth waiting for, so We have decided to allow her a little leeway on this.

We may not have time to blog again before Rosh Hashana, so, just in case, We shall take the opportunity now to wish you all Shana Tova, a Happy New Year, full of Blessings, Purrs and Love.