Another Week Flies By

Hallo, Effurrybody!

It's been a while since our last blog, because Mummy (very inconsiderately) decided to write her own blog before helping Us. Imagine that!!! What could She have to say that's so impawtant, it needs to be written before Our Weekly Reports? All she did was post pictures of some statues!

Anyway, she says maybe some of you (or your Mummies and Daddies) would like to drop by there and look at the pretty pictures, before she gets back to her usual subjects, which are mostly pawlitical.

Talking of Pictures - she has been purr-suing Us non-stop with her Flashy Box this week. Does the concept of Purr-ivacy mean nothing these days?! One can't even make one's toilette or have a little catnap without the Paparazzi turning up on one's doorstep!

How do you like Caspurr's blankie? It's hard to tell where the blankie ends and Caspurr begins, isn't it? (mol). It used to be My blankie, but I think it suits him much better, don't you? Besides, I sleep on the Bed, next to Mummy.

Speaking of Caspurr - he does Me (his Teacher) great credit. He passed his Elementary Level Birdwatching exams with flying colours, so I judged him ready to progress to the Intermediate Level. He does still have a tendency to be over-excitable, but I see this as a sign of his immense enthusiasm for the subject:

However, he needs to learn that climbing the mesh screens will not bring the Birdies any closer and will, in fact, lead only to the creation of holes in the screen which will allow those pesky mosquitoes in (not to mention upsetting Mummy).

Caspurr really enjoys playing with all my old toys, which I have grown out of. For my own entertainment, Mummy has provided some cardboard boxes which are not only great for hiding in, but also for exercising my formidable claws:

I would like to add a word about My Pupil's "company manners". Mummy had all her family (about 14 people) round for a buffet lunch on Shavuot and her little nieces (the twins who are 9 and the Littlest One, who is 6) were absolutely entranced by Caspurr, who let them pet him and stroke him without the least embarrassment. Now, I wouldn't dream of letting strangers paw Me like that on our very first meeting, but that's a Mancat for you. I am happy to say that I remembered I am a Ladycat - with the emphasis on Lady! I was purr-fectly polite, but I made it clear that our acquaintance is, as yet, too slight to purr-mit of such familiarity. As for the next time - well, we shall have to wait and see.

Have a Good Week, Effurrybody!


Trixie the Black Panfur (with a Little Assistance from Caspurr Kitty).

Weekly Progress Report

Hallo, Effurrybody!

It has been brought to my attention that, as Caspurr's Purr-sonal Trainer and Tutor, my duties include preparing a weekly Progress Report. So - bearing in mind the fact that his success is My Success - I want you all to know that he is a fast learner and has already mastered Wrestling and Smackypaws Boxing. 

This week, I have been teaching him the basics of Birdwatching. Our Human tried to capture all this with her Flashy Box, but the Birdies were too quick for her, so you can only see Us here (well, that's the Impawtant Part of the picture, anyway):

I believe my pupil displays a natural aptitude for the subject. He is eager and willing to learn:

He does, occasionally, display a tendency to be too easily distracted:

However, when called to order, he quickly settles down again and gives his full and undivided attention to his Teacher:

I have every expectation that, once he learns to overcome the natural impatience of Kittenhood, he will prove to be a Fine Birdwatcher - 

-  almost as good, in fact, as his Teacher:

Now, I shall be taking a little catnap, to recuperate my strength after attending to my arduous Duties, and I shall allow Caspurr to snoopervise while Mummy prepares the Shabbat meal.  

Shabbat Shalom to you all. Have a lovely Weekend!

Trixie the Black Panfur (with a little help from Caspurr Kitty)

Getting Back in the Groove

Hallo, Effurrybody!

Well, I had my stitches out yesterday and I am recovering nicely. Today, Mummy moved my private bathroom back to its usual place and, as of tonight, everything will be back to normal.

Caspurr is almost twice the size he was when he first arrived, just three weeks ago and yesterday afternoon, Mummy took him to the nice lady v-e-t to have his first shots. Now it's up to Me to continue his training. My Human TOTALLY relies on Me for that - because who is better qualified to teach him proper kitty ways, after all? It is a Great Responsibility which I have graciously consented to take upon Myself.

Mummy has taken lots and lots of  pictures of us with the flashy box that she talks to sometimes. That is ever so strange, isn't it, kitties? Why would she talk to her flashy box? 

Be that as it may, some of the pictures were quite nice, so maybe you'd like to see them. Here is a small selection. Enjoy - and have a peaceful Shabbat and a lovely weekend!


Trixie the Black Panfur (with a little help from Caspurr Kitty).

Post -Op Blues

Hallo, Effurrybody!

What a week it's been! On Tuesday morning, I had a feeling my Human was plotting something against Me, so as soon as I heard her getting up, I retreated to the very top of the highest kitchen cupboards. But it didn't help. She climbed up on a chair and gently lifted Me down. I suppose I could have bitten and scratched her, but I was Very Good and I allowed her to put me in my Carriage, with only a Minimal Protest.

Big Mistake!

She took Me to the v-e-t, where they used evil, unnatural methods to make Me fall asleep. And while I was unconscious, they cut open my tummy and did something to my ladycat parts, so that I won't get those strange, uncomfortable feelings I told you about before. Then they sewed Me up again and now, I have stitches in my tummy. When I woke up, I felt ever so weak and woozy. After a few hours, Mummy came and took Me home, and there, I was sick on the carpet. 

Mummy was afraid Caspurr would pester Me and might cause my stitches to come out before the time is right (next Friday), so she decided to keep us apart for a few days. She set up separate - umm, facilities - for Me and made sure that whenever one of us was roaming about the apartment, the other would be shut in one of the rooms. And last night, I slept on Mummy's bed, curled up on her feet, just like I used to do before Caspurr came along.Today, she let us both out together - under her purr-sonal snoopervision - and we chased each other for a while and had a smackypaws fight.

I'm glad that I won't be having those awkward feelings any more, but I understand that I'll never be able to have kittens of my own now, which makes me a bit sad. On the other hand, if little kittens are all such pests as my little brofur, maybe that's a Good Thing (mol).

I still have to have something called "Antibiotics" twice a day, which Mummy gives me as drops. They don't taste very nice, but they are bearable and I'm Ever So Good about taking them. I have to set a Good Example to Caspurr, Mummy says. 

The thing that worries Me now is that until I regain my full strength, Caspurr might start getting Funny Ideas Above His Station. He needs to be reminded that there is just ONE Alpha Kitty in this house - and that Kitty is ...

Trixie the Black Panfur

A Hostile Takeover

Hallo, Effurrybody!

It's really too much! Indeed, it is! I was very patient with the Intruder my Little Brofur, because Mummy asked Me to be nice to him, but things have gone too far. I can't even call My Home my own any more. He doesn't respect My Territory, and everytime I withdraw somewhere else, he follows Me. He seems to be Taking Over everywhere!

First it was his impudent use of MY food bowl.  Then it was MY Private Bathroom. Yes, kitties, Mummy arranged for us to have separate bathrooms, so as to be able to shut him on the balcony overnight, or when she went out of the house, and thus keep us apart when she wasn't there to snoopervise. But he keeps using the Ladycat facilities, instead of those intended for Gentleman Cats!!!

Things have been going from Bad to Worse. Yesterday, he monopolized Mummy by curling up and going to sleep in her lap. And She thought he was So-o-o-o Cute, She took dozens of pictures of him!

Today, he invaded My Favourite Snoozing Spot, under Mummy's bed. See for yourselves, if you don't believe Me!

And a few minutes ago, came the Final Straw, kitties! Of all my toys, My Very Favouritest (in fact, the Only one that I like to play with) is my Blue Rabbit. But he didn't leave me even that!

Just look at him!

Mummy intervened at that point and took it from him and gave it back to Me, but it smelled of Little Brofur and I didn't want it anymore.

Now I have NOTHING left that I can call My Own, kitties! It won't be long before Mummy stops shutting him on the balcony overnight and then he'll be stealing my place on Mummy's bed - my Last Refuge. I can't even take myself off to my Second Favourite Place - the Computer Room - because Mummy shuts the door there whenever she's not using it, to prevent Me from climbing the bookshelves.

What is left for Me, Kitties??? What am I to do? I thought it would be fun to have another kitty to play with, but this is TOO MUCH!!!!!

Trixie - the Very Confused Black Panfur

Getting To Know You

My Human has been very busy today writing her own blog  but she still found the time to keep a close eye on my efforts to get rid of better acquainted with my new little brofur.

I was careful not to take unfurr advantage of my greatly superior size and strength. He is only a baby, after all. I was sure I would easily get the better of him and that, even if I couldn't get rid of him, I would at least show him who is The Boss around here. So I whopped him a couple of times with my mighty paw (claws retracted, of course. I didn't want to give him a purrmanent injury, it would have made Mummy very upset). But, kitties - he tried to whop me back!

I did my very best to put the fear of Cod into him, but he just wouldn't take it seriously. When I turned my back on him, he tried to grab my Beautiful, Splendiferous Tail. Nor did he realise what Peril he was in when I crept up on him from behind, as befitting the Mighty Huntress that I am. 

He even had the chutzpa to eat out of My feeding bowl.

I believe he thinks it's all some kind of a Game! How can I convince him that I am in Deadly Earnest?

Trixie the Extremely Fierce Black Panfur

PS. I showed my displeasure by Completely Retexturing Mummy's living-room suite (mol).

My New Brofur

Hallo, Effurrybody!

I want you all to meet my new little brofur! His name is Caspurr. Not Caspar, but Caspurr. He was delivered this afternoon by his foster-Mummy, Jane. 

This is him:

The v-e-t thought he was about a month and a half old but Mummy thinks he may be younger. He's very tiny. Mummy fed him some cottage cheese and then he went and hid under the armchair. And I went and hid under the bed because I was cross that he was getting all the attention. But afterwards, he came out and went and hid somewhere else and we couldn't find him anywhere and Mummy got into such a panic. She was afraid he had got out onto the window-ledge when her back was turned and fallen down into the garden so she went down to look for him. But, of course, he hadn't done anything of the kind. Mummy found him at last hiding in the kitchen, in the very same corner under the table where I hid on my first day here. Mummy can't understand how it was that she didn't find him, because that was practically the first  place she looked.

We haven't really got to know each other yet. He seems to be very shy. Mummy said it will be up to Me to teach him proper kitty ways, because I am a Young Ladycat now, and he is still just a baby. But, kitties - he is so very cute! Supposing Mummy starts to love him more than Me? She says I am still the furriest of them all - but,just supposing...

Now I am going to baffle Mummy by chasing my own tail and hissing at it very loudly. She doesn't know why I am doing that. To tell the truth - neither do I (mol). Perhaps one of you has some idea.

Trixie, the Really Fierce Black Panfur

P.S. I just gave Mummy the fright of her life by hissing at her really loudly. That will teach her to bring another cat into MY home without my purr-mission.