In Loving Memory - Nerissa (Nissy)

We are all so sad to hear that our Dear Furriend, the amazing Nissy, has left us - far too soon and way before his time -  and flown away to the everlasting nip fields at the Bridge.  We are too shocked and grieved to be able to write about anything else and anyway, Mummy's eyes are leaking too much to be able to see the keyboard properly.

We wish we were clever at graphics like the wonderfully talented Ann from the Zoolatry blog, who created this beautiful memorial badge in Nissy's honour: 

Alas, we have no such talents, neither does Our Human. We are only good with words, not pictures. But even here, we think the best tribute We can pay to Our Beloved Furriend Nissy, is to adopt the word he himself invented, and thus keep his memory alive furr-ever, wherever the English Feline language is spoken.

What else can one say, anyway, when one is at a loss for words?

MOUSES!

A Double Celebration

Hallo, Effurrybody!

Well, as I mentioned last week, on Shabbat afternoon, We had a Huge Pawty to celebrate Shimshi's Coming-of-Age (he is now One Year Old) and Caspurr's second Gotcha Day. 

Shimshi is a furry impatient kitty. When Mummy gave him the Prezzie She had bought him, he practically tore it out of her paws hands and then tried to climb into the bag it was in:

And when he saw what it was (a lovely, bouncy rubber ball with lots of fevvas), he ran off with it before either Caspurr or I could so much as get a look at it! It's lucky Mummy was there with her flashy box to show you what it was like before Shimshi could pull all the fevvas off!

Naturally, Caspurr was off in a flash after Shimshi and the pretty green ball:

But Shimshi was having none of that so Caspurr had to make do with an old sock of Mummy's filled with catnip. That was an exceptionally good toy, because it smelled of both Mummy and nip (purrs).

As for Moi, I was so exhausticated from all the pre-purrations for the Pawty, I just had to have a rest!

I just hope my brofurs truly appurreciate all the Hard Work Mummy and I put in to make their Joint Pawty a Success!

Now - lest you should think We are done with celebrations for a while - We are looking forward to Yom Ha'atzma'ut (Israel's Independence Day) which is celebrated this coming Thursday! The traditional way of celebrating that is with a Barbecue in the garden or yard. So We shall be having another Pawty in just Four Days Time - at 3 pm Israel Time.

And, of course, you're all invited!

Festivals, Birthdays and Anniversaries

Hallo, Effurybody!

What a busy time it has been this past fortnight! Furrst of all, there was Pessach. We had to snoopervise all Mummy's Pessach cleaning, and shopping - especially when She decided to get some treats for Herself!

Then, on Chol Hamoed Pessach, Mummy had her Hebrew birthday and two days later, on April 8th, it was her birthday according to the Civil Calendar. So She got two birthdays in the same week! But She doesn't get to have a Gotcha Day like We do (although, in a way, She, too, was Gotcha-ed). And talking of Gotcha Days, yesterday, April 11th, was Caspurr's. It's exactly two years since he and Mummy decided they were made for each other - and I, Trixie, finally got the Little Brofur I had been waiting for!
We didn't have a Pawty (I'll explain why in a minute) but he did get to choose what We would watch on the Big Screen:

Now, the reason there was no Pawty was that this coming Furr-iday, April 17th, is Shimshi's Birthday! He will be exactly One Year Old. So, we have decided to have a Joint Pawty for the two of them - Shimshi's Coming-of-Age and Caspurr's Gotcha Day Pawty.

But since Mummy is now a few hundred years old, by Our Reckoning, and her Human Family are having a "Surprise" Birthday Pawty for Her that day and since We need Her help to prepare Our Pawty really, really want Her to come to Our Pawty, We are going to have Caspurr and Shimshi's Pawty the following day, on Shabbat afternoon - and, of course, you are all invited.

We shall have it at 6 pm, so you can all enjoy the beautiful sunset.

I suppose it will be a lot of work for Me to pre-purr, but being an Alpha-Kitty Extraordinaire does carry with it certain obligations.
Noblesse Oblige, as they say.

So that's it for now. We are looking forward to seeing you all on Shabbat afternoon.

Have a Good Week!

A Fun-Filled Weekend

Hallo again, Effurryone!

It is I, Caspurr the Tigger-Tabby King!
I am completely exhausticated by all the festivities we've been having over the past few days!

Furrst of all, there was Purr-im. Mummy made Us dress up in these silly hats for the Purr-im Pawty. Trixie said She didn't see what I was getting so uptight about, nobody minds being a little undignified on Purr-im. You are supposed to dress up in funny costumes and take part in the miaowsquerade, and even get a little tipsy. 

It's all very well for Her to talk. She got to wear an elegant hat and look even more ladycatlike than usual!

And even Shimshi didn't look too silly, in his Cossack hat:

But the hat Mummy picked out for Me was not one that a self-respecting Mancat would agree to wear. The fact that I did so can point to only one thing:

I must have had a couple of niptinis too many!

Either that, or somebody (I shall name no names) spiked my Silvervine Cocktail (mol).

No sooner was Purr-im over, then it was My Birthday!

Yes, kitties! On Shabbat, I was Two Years Old.

I had Salmon and Shrimp Fancy Feast for lunch and I also received this nice Mousie as a Birthday Prezzie from Mummy.

Of course, no sooner had Mummy given it to Me, than Shimshi tried to steal it! So Mummy had no choice but to put Me and My New Mousie in the Boudoir (much to Trixie's annoyance) and to shut Shimshi out. He wasn't best pleased with that, but at least I got to play with My Prezzie and make sure it was thoroughly imbued with My Own Scent.

Instead of having another Pawty, We decided to go out to a nightclub to celebrate. I pointed out that this might be a bit of a problem, what with Shimshi being underage and all that, but Trixie said She had a furr-iend who could fix him up with a fake ID.

Our furrst stop was Kitty's Cave, but Trixie decided the floor show there was rather too risqué for Shimshi's baby eyes.  It's true that the Chorus Kitties there are Real Hot Numbers and it was My Birthday, after all, but We do have a responsibility to our little brofur, so We left and went to the Pussycat Parlour, where they prepare the best Catmint Juleps in town - and the food is good too. Their floor show isn't bad either - and I have a Date with their Star, the beauteous Miss Pussy Galorious, later this week. (Purrs).

All in all, it's been a Pretty Good Week - with the Promise of an even better one to come (mol).

The Storm of the Century

Hallo, Effurrybody!

It is I, Queen Trixie, Alpha-Kitty Extraordinaire!

Last week, for the third or fourth time in My Life (which has, so far, lasted all of two and a half years), We had a storm of the kind which, according to the Human Weather Forecaster, we witness "only once in a Century".

Mummy had the heating on all day and my brofurs and I sat by the windows and watched the pretty white snowflakes falling.

And Mummy played with Us and threw Ping Pong Balls around for Us to chase.

But best of all, once the snow had stopped falling and the sun came out, She let Us out of the flat onto the entrance porch, to have an up close and purr-sonal look at the snow.

Caspurr didn't like it furry much. He was more interested in the possibility of munching on the flowers. I, purr-sonally, can take it or leave it. Mostly leave it (mol). We all decided it was better indoors, where we could stretch out on one of the radiators. But I was not pleased when Shimshi decided to steal my favourite radiator perch!!!

That Baby Mancat has waaaaaaay too much Chutzpah for my liking!
Wouldn't you agree?

The Continuing Ordeal of Shimshi

Hallo again, Effurrybuddies!

It seems there is no end to the Trauma and Humiliation that a Human can inflict on a Poor, Innocent, Unsuspecting Kitty! 

You wouldn't believe what Mummy did to Me the other day! 

On Thursday morning, She scooped Me up and put me in my Travelling Cage and locked the door. Then She told Me not to worry about anything, She was taking Me to be "fixed". 

I was furry confused, kitties! I tried to explain that there wasn't any need to fix Me, nothing was broken, effurrything was in purr-fect working order. But She just didn't listen. And then, Caspurr came in and told Me what Mummy meant. 

At furrst, I didn't believe him. But then he explained that he, too, had been "fixed". So when Mummy got Me to the Evil V-e-t's clinic, I absolutely refused to emerge from my cage and when Mummy tried to get Me out, I scratched Her. And I hissed and spat and wouldn't let anyone near Me. So the Evil V-e-t brought a special cage with moving walls and they tipped Me into it and squeezed Me against one of the sides and stabbed Me with a horrid, sharp needle. Mummy said She would stay with Me till I went to sleep, but I wouldn't go to sleep. I fought against it. After a few minutes, when the v-e-t  saw that I was still awake, she stabbed Me again!!! And this time, the Evil Drug they gave Me was too strong for Me and I drifted off, and the next thing I knew, I was lying in my own cage, feeling really sick and groggy.But as soon as I could, I took a peek to see if what Caspurr had told Me was true, and oh! Kitties! - It was!!!

My Mancat Parts had been stolen!!!

In the afternoon, Mummy came back to collect Me and take Me home and She put Me in the Guest Kitty Room on my own, with food and water and a litter box, and closed the door so that Trixie and Caspurr couldn't bother Me, because I was still feeling a bit weak and groggy from the after-effects of the Evil Drug that the v-e-t gave Me to make Me fall asleep. She kept checking up on Me every half an hour or so. She got worried because I vomited all my food and phoned the Evil V-e-t, Dr. Einat, but Einat said this was normal.

I don't understand why Mummy would let them do this to Me. I did overhear Her telling the v-e-t I had become furry aggressive of late, and peed on her dressing-gown.  Is it maybe a punishment?

Caspurr says I'll get over it, the way he did and will be as right as rain (what's so right about rain, anyway?).

Mummy bought Us some extra treats but I'm not sure that even three new nip-mousies can make up for such an assault upon My Purr-son! 

Our Wonderful Weekend

Hallo there, Effurryone!

It is I, Caspurr the Tigger Tabby.
We had a furry pleasant weekend, doing nothing much but snuggling up to Mummy while She watches TV.

Oh, and I gave her a treat yesterday. I had been thinking about this for quite a while. On Saturday mornings, She likes to sleep late, which means We have to wait quite a long time for Our Breakfast. So I was thinking, how can I wake her up gently. I thought and thought, and then I came up with a brainwave! How about a shampoo and head massage?

No sooner had the idea come to Me, than Deed followed Thought. Out came my raspy little pink tongue and I started vigorously grooming Mummy. 
And She woke up.
And She said it tickled.
But She didn't push Me away.
But - She didn't get up.

So I called on Shimshi for assistance. And he jumped on her tummy. 
So She rolled over on her side and Shimshi and I called on Trixie to help Us.
Trixie, being a ladycat, was much more subtle. She gently took Mummy's hand between her teeth and pulled - effur so gently, at furrst and then, when that didn't work, a bit more insistently.

And Mummy finally awoke from her dream (which was probably about which flavour Fancy Feast She was going to give Us for Our Shabbat Breakfast) and, with heroic devotion to Our Welfare, dragged herself from her Nice Warm Bed and set about her Duty of Feeding Us.

After that, She made herself some coffee and a sandwich and went back to bed, while We did our Morning Exercise - zoomies on the staircase. Then we went and curled up on the sofa and rested and waited patiently for Mummy to give Us lunch.

We hope you all had a similarly restful weekend. Do drop by and tell Us all about it.
We love hearing from our anipals and also from our Human admirers.

Have a great week.