Kitties in the Dog House!

Hallo, Effurrybuddies!

It's Me again, the Mighty Shimshon (a.k.a. Shimshi)!

How do you like our new banner? Mummy said it's time we had one!

We hope it's a sign She has fur-given Us for all the Mischiefs We made this week.
Yesterday, We (well, Me and Caspurr, that is) broke her Favourite Coffee Mug. It's her own fault, really. She shouldn't have left it on the coffee table when her back was turned. She had shut Us up in the bedroom while She had a TV snack and then, She let Us out and went to the bathroom, before washing up her cup and plate and putting them away. And there were traces of cottage cheese on the plate, so of course We jumped up onto the table to investigate (not Trixie though. She doesn't like Human Food). Could We help it if it was necessary to move the Yellow Mug aside in order to conduct a more thorough investigation?!
Anyway, Mummy admitted herself that it's not the End of the World, because She has another one exactly like it.

But She hasn't admitted that she was to blame and issued a public apology - unlike her Penitence this morning, when She shut Trixie in the Guest Room so Trixie could eat her breakfast (which she never finishes) without what She called "being disturbed by the Boys". Trixie miaouwed and miaouwed furry loudly and Mummy ignored her. She didn't realise that Trixie needed to go to the bathroom really, really badly. In the end, Trixie couldn't hold it in any more and (whisper) she peed on the sofa!  

Trixie felt really embarrassed about that, and Mummy apologised to her and acknowledged that it was All Her Fault.

But She isn't so furr-giving with Caspurr and Me. She called Caspurr a Bully yesterday, because he Pounced on Trixie and they were fighting hammer and tongs, and Trixie's fur was flying. And Caspurr went and found the furs all over the living-room floor and ate them! Mummy has no idea why he does that.

Mummy did a far, far worse thing than anything We have done this past week. She FORGOT Trixie's Gotcha Day on November 12th!!!

I mean to say - MOUSES!!!

Do you think We should fur-give Her, anipals?

And Another Weekend Goes By...

Hallo, Effurrybody!

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

Alas, another weekend has flown by and we have had to get back to work.
Humans don't seem to realise how hard We Felines work during the week!

This is Me, on Guard Duty, in my lofty perch in the Wardrobe:






While I was on Guard Duty, Caspurr and Shimshi were able to take a well-earned Nap:

I suspect, however, that they were using Nap Time to plan Mischiefs.

Kitties, We are all furry sad about what has happened in Purris, last Furr-iday! You remember those Evil Humans who We wrote about before? Well, there are lots more of them, not only here in Israel, but all over the World!

Kitties would NEFFUR, EFFUR, behave like that to each other!
Once again, We can see Proof that the world should be ruled by Felines, not Humans!

Don't you agree?

Three Years Without Possum

Greetings, Effurybody!

Mummy had the sads yesterday because She was remembering Possum, who came before Us and who flew away to the Rainbow Bridge exactly three years ago yesterday, on October 21, 2012.

We have heard a lot about Possum. It seems he was a furry special kitty and it's sometimes quite hard to live up to his Legacy, but We do our best. We think Possum would have been proud of Us and we are sure We would have liked to know him.

Anyway, as is her custom on this day, Mummy was looking at pictures of Possum and telling Us stories about the things he and Pixie used to get up to. We like hearing these stories. They are part of Our Heritage.

Here are some of the pictures Mummy showed Us yesterday:





This picture displays the magnificence of Possum's tail. Mummy says that, in some ways, Trixie's tail reminds her of Possum, not in its colour but in its floofiness and its stripiness..
What do you think?

Mummy also finds similarities between Possum and Caspurr, who, although he bears a greater resemblance to Pixie in the colour of his furs, is a Gentle Giant, like Possum was, with HUGE, soft paws.

Here is Possum, in the foreground, together with precious Pixie:
 

And here is Caspurr: 




See what we mean about the paws (mol)?

And, of course, Shimshi also has a lot in common with Possum. Both were rescued by Step-Grandma and brought to Mummy at a moment's notice, when She wasn't expecting or intending to be adopting any new kitties that day! And both were covered with fleas (mol)!

Here is Possum the day he arrived:

And below is a picture of Shimshi, shortly after he arrived in what was to be his furever home:

So, you see, the Chain remains Unbroken and We Three are carrying on a Proud Tradition.

Cause Fur Concern

Hallo, Effuryone!

We want to share with you something that is giving Us a lot of a-n-x-i-e-t-y. That's a new word We have learned this week, and it means We are furry, furry, furry worried.

Why are We worried?

Well, We saw on the Big Flat Screen in the living-room that there are some terribly evil Humans who are going around attacking good Humans like our Mummy with knives and axes, and have even managed to send some of them to the Rainbow Bridge.

These evil Humans have attacked Old People and even Human Kittens!
Mummy has written about it in her own blog.

We don't want Mummy to go out. Effurry time She goes out, we are afraid She might not come back. We are afraid the Bad Humans will get her. We worry and worry till She comes safely home. What would We do if anything happened to her? Who would feed Us and look after Us.
(And besides all that - We love Her furry, furry much. But don't tell Her that...mol.)
Sometimes, We get so anxious that We even curl up together on the Same Sofa, so We can draw comfort from each other!

Why does She need to go out, anyway? She has a lovely Home which we share with her, and She has Us to keep her company.
 
What more could any Human ask?

A Good Year

Greetings, Effurybody!


It's seems like it's been a zillion years since We last posted - even though there was a LOT to write about. For example, Mummy dragged Me (Queen Trixie) and my little brofur Shimshi off to the v-e-t last month - in the same paddy wagon, would you believe?!

In Shimshi's case, there was at least some excuse, because he had to have his annual shots. That's what Mummy calls it anyway, but We don't understand why they call it "shots" when actually, what the evil v-e-t does is to stab us!

Mummy's excuse for dragging Me off to Dr. Einat was, that She was worried about Me not eating enough. So Einat tried to steal some of my bloods, but I wouldn't let her. And instead of taking "No" for an answer, she stabbed Me and gave Me an evil drug to make me all woozy. In fact, it made Me fall asleep and while I was sleeping, she stole my bloods. And it was all for nothing, Kitties - because all the tests came back negative. There is nothing wrong with Me. Mummy just got into a Tizz because She's used to Caspurr and Shimshi scoffing down their food (and as much of mine as they can get) like hogs, whereas I prefer to eat slowly and elegantly, as befits a Ladycat, and thus preserve my beautiful, lithe, svelte figure!
I can do that, because Mummy has taken to shutting Me up in the guest room with my noms, so that I can eat in peace, without having my repast stolen by my Greedy Brofurs. But even so, I don't like to over-eat, and there is often food left over for the Mancats.

While Shimshi and I were at the evil v-e-t's, Caspurr was left on guard, to keep our home safe from Intruders.

Last week, Mummy entertained her human family for Rosh Hashana (that's our New Year). Twelve intruders joined Us for supper. That's Grandpa and Step-Grandma and Step-Great-Grandma and Mummy's sisters and their mates and kittens too!

One of Mummy's nieces has something called a-s-t-h-m-a and it's brought on by an allergy to kitties! She loves kitties, but whenever she comes near Us, her eyes start to water and she starts getting an attack. So we have to be shut away in the bedroom when the Human Family comes over. But the human kittens always beg Mummy to let Us out, because they love Us so much.

Tomorrow, the Humans have another Special Day called Yom Kippur. That is the day when the Great Cat in the Sky judges effurryone - Cats, Other Animals, and Humans too - and decides what will be their fate during the coming year. And We are all supposed to fur-give each other and say how sorry we are for the bad things we have done during the year. So Caspurr and Shimshi and I (Queen Trixie) want to say to you all, that if We have hurt or offended anyone over the past year, We are furry, furry sorry and we ask you to furr-give Us.

And, although it's a few days late, We want to wish you all Shana Tova (שנה טובה - a Good Year).








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The Glorious Twelfth Is Here Again!

Greetings, Effurrybody!

It is I, Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East.

I have a furry impawtant announcement to make.

For those of you who may have furr-gotten (impossible as that may seem) - today is My Birthday.

Today I am three years old.

Since it is the middle of the week, and Mummy has such a lot to do, We shall be holding My Official Pawty on Shabbat afternoon, as usual, at 5 pm when it starts to get cooler. You - my Dear Furriends - are all invited, of course. 

Since my birthday falls smack in the middle between World Cat Day and Black Cat Appreciation Day (and I am most truly a Black Cat), this will be an Extra Big Celebration.

Meanwhile, I have already received my Birthday Present from Mummy. After giving Me my favourite Shrimp, Cod and Salmon Fancy Feast for breakfast, She took Me to have My portrait painted by the famous painter, Miaownet. I think M'sieur Miaownet's impurrsionist technique really brings out the undertones of colour in my beautiful black furs, wouldn't you agree?
   

And since my brofurs, Caspurr and Shimshi, thought it would be nice for Us to have a little birthday celebration en famille, as well as My Official Birthday Pawty, they are taking Me out later this evening to a nightclub -  a new one called Le Chateau du Chat Noir (that means "The Castle of the Black Cat" - mol).
So I am now going to have a nice, long nap in order to be completely rested and refreshed because when my fur-sibs and I go out to party - boy, do We party!

Don't furr-get now! I'm looking forward to seeing you all this Shabbat afternoon, because it's going to be the bestest pawty effur!

Boomie Drill

Hallo again, Effurryone!

You remember the boomies we wrote about last summer, and how we used to hide in the wardrobe among Mummy's clothes, while Mummy had to run down to the Boomie Shelter?

Well, a few days ago, We were just having a little Nap when we were startled to hear the horrid, wailing sound of the Boomie Warning Siren!

We were about to dive for cover when Mummy said not to worry, it was just a Drill!

Well, We were furry, furry relieved, as you can imagine, but once We had got over our alarm, We began to feel Highly Indignant! What did the Humans at Civil Defence mean by scaring Us like that!?

Mummy thinks it was because the Humans in a country called Iran want to get a horrible kind of Boomie and shoot it at Us. So We have to be prepared.

We don't understand why they would want to shoot Boomies at Us. We know all about Iran, kitties. It used to be called Purr-sia. But We don't have any quarrel with Purr-sia. We love Purr-sian kitties! They are beautiful and furry and effur so good-natured. Some of our best furr-iends are Purr-sian kitties. We are sure if the Purr-sian kitties were in charge, they wouldn't be trying to make Boomies.

So we want to call on all the kitties in Purr-sia to tell their Humans not to make Boomies. Boomies are Bad. If their Humans make Boomies, then effurrybody else will make Boomies and start shooting them at each other and a lot of innocent kitties and their Human Mummies and Daddies will get sent to the Bridge.

Please help Us spread the message.

NO BOOMIES!