The Deadly Lilies

Hallo again, Effurrybuddies!

It's not really my turn to post this week, but Trixie and Caspurr agreed to let me, so I could tell you all about the Traumatic Time I have had over the last few days!

It's all Mummy's fault for being so careless, really. I mean, She knows that Lilies are Furry, Furry Dangerous to kitties! She had Introoders for afternoon tea on Furrsday, and they brought her flowers. The flowers included lilies. Now, Mummy knows lilies are poisonous for Us, but since She had shut Us up in the bedroom, and the only vase tall enough for the lilies was also in the bedroom, she put the bouquet of flowers down on the dining-room table, meaning to arrange them later, after the Introoders had gone. 

But after Mummy had given them tea and Chocolate Cream Cake, the Introoders asked if She could let Us out, because they wanted to meet Us. So Mummy (who by now had furr-gotten that She had left the flowers on the table) opened the bedroom door and I came shooting out. I was furry friendly with the Introoders, especially the Lady Introoder, but Caspurr and Trixie stayed in the bedroom. Then, after a while, because I was so Good and Quiet, Mummy almost furr-got I was there until She turned round for a moment and saw Me with my head inside the cellophane wrapping of the bouquet. She got into a Terrible Tizz, whisked the flowers away and put them in the bathroom, behind a closed door.

After that, Trixie also ventured out, and sat on the radiator, but Caspurr remained hidden in the bedroom till the Introoders had gone. Then Mummy found the tall vase and started arranging the pretty flowers and noticed that one of the lily leaves seemed to have toothmarks. So she got in a Tizz again and phoned Dr. Einat to find out who was the Emergency V-e-t that evening. Dr. Einat said it was okay to wait till the following morning and in the meantime, to give Me something with lots of salt in it to make Me vomit. So that's what Mummy did - only I didn't vomit. But it did make Me furry thirsty so I drank a lot and that also worried Mummy. And then Mummy started checking up on the internet and read that salt is no longer recommended to make kitties vomit because that too is bad for our kidneys. 

Anyway, Mummy dragged Me off to the v-e-t furrst thing Friday morning and that's when My Real Trauma started. 

Kitties! The v-e-t stabbed Me in the leg with a horrid, sharp needle and stole my bloods. And then she stabbed Me in another leg and connected Me up to a long, plastic tube which was attached to a plastic bag, with some kind of liquid in it, and I was imprisoned there the whole morning, while that liquid dripped into me. I thought I was being poisoned! And Mummy went away and left Me there for a gazillion hours and there was a Woofie on the floor next to My Prison Cage, who was getting antibiotics and he didn't even want to talk to Me. So I was Bored, in addition to effurrything else!

When Mummy finally came back, the v-e-t took the tube off my leg and that also took ages and ages, because She had fixed it on so furr-mly, to make sure I didn't pull it out. It took three people to hold Me down while the v-e-t removed the tube - Dr. Einat and her assistant and Mummy also. 

Then Mummy took Me home in a taxi and we waited for the results of my blood tests. Dr. Einat phoned Mummy in the afternoon as soon as she got a reply from the lab.

Well, kitties (and woofies and other anipals - and Humans too)!
We are all furry relieved to say that my blood tests showed that effurrything was normal. No damage to My Kidneys.
But my Dignity! That's Another Matter Entirely. Not to mention the Trauma!
It'll be a long time before I furr-give Mummy! As for the Evil V-e-t...  Do you know, she actually had the chutzpah to say I am overweight?!!

Anyway, it's now midday Sunday and I feel fine, as we told the v-e-t's assistant who just phoned to enquire how I am doing. Mummy has put the pretty flowers in the bathroom, where they go beautifully with the decor, She says. They have opened up now, more than you can see in the picture. 

Now I am going to get back to the Impawtant Business of Life - napping! Dictating such a long bloggie to My Secretary has tired Me out.

See you all next week.

The Mighty Shimshon (Shimshi for short)

After The Storm

Hallo again, Effurrybuddies!

It is Me again, the Mighty Shimshon (Shimshi for short)!
It has been such an exciting week, kitties, woofies and other anipals (and Human Followers)! 
We had a Snowstorm!

I have neffur seen snow before, because I was born in April and this was my furry furrst Winter. I asked Caspurr and Trixie what "snow" is and Trixie told me all about it.

It was supposed to start on Wednesday, but there wasn't really furry much snow and Trixie was furry disappointed. And I wondered what all the fuss was about. But on Furr-iday afternoon, it started again. 

Trixie jumped up onto the window-sill in the living room and got all excited as the snowflakes got bigger and bigger and came down faster and faster:

Can you see Me in the picture, kitties? I wanted to help her, but I didn't see how we could possibly catch the snowflakes, since the window was closed. I'm glad it was closed, because it was furry, furry cold!

I think part of the reason Trixie was so excited was because she caught sight of this big birdie that took shelter in a palm tree right outside the window, even as the wind rose higher and higher. The rain didn't scare the birdie, nor did the hail, and it wasn't until the snow got really serious that the birdie flew away.

Afterwards, the snow came down really heavily. Caspurr decided to go to sleep and I thought I might as well join him.

We snuggled up on the chairs by the radiator, because Mummy had put on the central heating and it was nice and warm. Trixie preferred to sit on the radiator. She is furry sensitive to the cold, you see - despite her curious liking for snowflakes.

When we woke up later in the evening, the snow had settled. This is what the windowbox in Our Room looked like:

Mummy went around with her flashy box and took pictures from all the windows - which she opened, and all the Cold Air came in! Brrrrr!!!

This is the scene in the street down below:

On the other side of the apartment, it wasn't possible to see much from the big living-room window because it was too dark, but the following morning, effurrything was white and furry, furry pretty!

So, I have learned something new, kitties. I have learned all about SNOW. And I think it's furry nice to look at, as long as you're doing the looking from a nice, warm house, and have somewhere cosy to curl up and watch it from a distance. And then, when you're tired of it, you can return to the impawtant business of life - like napping (mol).

Enjoy what's left of the weekend, anipals. And have a good week.

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.