Shimshi's Second Gotcha Day Anniversary

Hallo again, Effurrybuddies!

I expect you are all wondering why you weren't invited to my Gotcha Day Pawty on Sunday.

Right?

Well, the reason is simple. We didn't have one! We decided that it was too hot (about 38 degrees Celsius)! Who has the energy to prepurr a pawty when the air feels like a dry sauna?!

Today, however, it is much cooler, so, after consultations between the three of Us and Our Human, We have decided to hold the Pawty this coming Shabbat afternoon (21st May) at 6 pm. At that time, it should be neither too hot, nor too cold, but JUST RIGHT, so effurryone should be satisfied.

So make sure your Tunnels and Esses and whateffur other Forms of Transportation you have are in good working order, because We are expecting to see you all at the biggest Pawty effur.

The Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi, or The Little Purrince)

PeeEss: Prezzies will - as always - be welcome. Not that I would DREAM of asking for them. Mummy says that's not purrlite... (mol)

All Sorts of Interesting and Impawtant News

Hallo again, Effurrybuddies!

It is Me here, the Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi, or The Little Purr-ince)!

Furrst of all, I want to remind you all that today is MY BIRTHDAY! Doesn't time fly? I am two years old today. But we aren't going to have my birthday pawty today. That is because my sisfur, Trixie, finally had her surgery last week, to fix her ladycat parts so she doesn't get those funny feelings she was telling you about, and she is still re-cu-purr-ating (goodness! what a long word!) so we have decided to postpone my party until after she has her stitches out (which will be next Sunday) and celebrate on my birthday according to the Hebrew calendar,during Chol Hamoed Pessach, on the 17th of Nissan. Funnily enough, that is the day after Mummy's Hebrew birthday, and falls next Monday, the day after Trixie has her stitches removed.

I am letting you all know now, so you will have plenty of time to clear your diaries and pre-purr for My Pawty. (Of course, a month after that, it will be time for my Gotcha Day Pawty, and We did consider merging the two but then We decided that there is no sense in skipping a purr-fectly good excuse to pawty! Two pawties are so much better than one, don't you agree?)

I have hardly seen Trixie since she had her surgery, because Mummy has put her in a Private Ward, with her own bathroom and dining room so that We Boys (as She calls Us) can't disturb her with our boisterous games! And Trixie has been getting extra Fancy Feast and treats, because, at furrst, She didn't feel like eating at all. But now, She's coming along nicely, Mummy says, and will no doubt tell you all about her expurriences herself, once her stitches are out and she can come out to play with Us Boys Mancats.

Now, I am going to go back and have a little nap till lunchtime. I hope to see you all at My Pawty next week. 

'Bye for now.

PS. Trixie and Caspurr send their love.

She Remembered!

She remembered! Yes, She did!

I wasn't sure She would, She's a bit absent-minded sometimes and there have been times She has fur-gotten!
Like when She fur-got My Birthday last month!
Of course, She is several hundred years old already, by Our Reckoning, so She can't help fur-getting things now and then (mol).

But this year, She has actually been going on about it for at least a week and reminding Me that Today is My Gotcha Day!
My Third Gotcha Day, to be purr-cise.
Imagine that!


Some of you may remember when I furrst came to live with Big Sisfur Trixie and Mummy. I was furry tiny then. This is the furrst picture Mummy effur took of me:

A month passed and I grew and grew, and Mummy kept snapping away with her Flashy Box, and telling people how cute I was:

I don't know why it is, but for some reason, Humans seem to love that pose, and I myself soon learned that they consider it an open invitation to snorgle my belly.
So I purr-fected it:

and still use it today:

When I furrst arrived, there was just Mummy and Trixie and Me. Trixie taught Me about all sorts of Impawtant Things, like Smacky-Paws Boxing and Bird-Watching.

By the time Our New Little Brofur Shimshi joined Us, a year later, I was already a Grown-Up Kitty and was able to pass on all I had learned from Trixie, plus a few other things I had picked up along the way - such as Synchronised Sleeping Techniques.

And, of course, Shimshi helps Me get up to some really great Mischiefs - like climbing out of the living room window, onto the window-sill, which really freaks Mummy out (mol):





I must confess, I quite like being a Big Brofur.


Yes, I have to say, Life is Good.

Caspurr, the Tigger-Tabby King

Purim is Here!!!

Greetings, Effurrybody!

As many of you purr-obably know, tomorrow is Purim, so We are having a big pawty and We would like you all to come and celebrate with Us.

In Jerusalem, where We live, Purim is celebrated one day later than in most other places, but since most of Our Furr-iends live outside Jerusalem, We have decided to make a Compurr-omise (mol).  The Party will start tomorrow at 4 pm Israel time (which is still round about noon where many of our anipals live - in North America) and will be an Allnighter. So effurryone will be satisfied.

Fur-thermore, since it is a custom on Purim to get drunk, you can be sure there will be lots of niptinis, nip cocktails, nip on the rocks and catnipade, as well as plenty of Noms. In keeping with the custom of eating hamantaschen, we will be providing this delicacy with every conceivable kind of filling. And there will be Micecream, Minced Mice, Fricasseed Fish, all Our Favourite Flavours of Fancy Feast, Smoked Salmon, Tuna Terrine, Chick-hen Pie, Anchovy Cakes, Sardines on Toast,  - oh, I could go on and on.

And most important of all - don't forget to come in Fancy Dress. Purim is like Mardi Gras and Halloween all rolled into one. Prizes for the best costumes.

Looking forward to seeing you all tomorrow!


Nose-rubs, hugs and kitty-kisses

from

Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir, Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire - the Hostess with the Mostest:

  

Caspurr, the Tigger-Tabby King:

Shimshi, the not so Little Prince:

HAPPY PURIM, EFFURRYONE!

At Our Wits' End

Hallo, Effurrybody!

It's Me again, Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel and the Entire Middle East. Mummy and I urgently need your advice!

The Thing is this: you pur-robably remember how We told you that, although my ladycat parts were stolen almost three years ago, I have still been getting these strange urges throughout the spring and summer, which make Me roll about on the floor and call furry loudly day and night, and even (hanging head in shame and looking around to make sure We aren't overheard) occasionally pee on the sofa.  But it's got much worse. This year, the Funny Feelings didn't even wait until the spring, but started in January already, and they seem to be getting stronger all the time. 
Mummy tries to be understanding but it got too much for her when I started peeing on the floor, on her Our new sofa, and on the woodwork (which leaves a permanent stain, so that the only way to get rid of it is to have the woodwork re-varnished), and even on the bed.

Kitties - she screamed at Me! She told Me she would send me away! And then She burst into tears and said she couldn't take it any more.

But I can't stop, kitties! I don't mean to make Mummy unhappy, but I have to mark effurrything with my scent, and I have to call out at the top of my voice at two o'clock in the morning.  I can't help Myself. I have to let all the mancats in the neighbourhood know that I am ready and waiting for them.

The other day, Mummy dragged Me off to the Evil, Stabby Place to see the V-E-T, who stole some of my bloods and sent them off to a place called "The Lab". Their tests con-furrmed high levels of something called oestrogen, which Mummy says is what makes Me have these uncomfortable feelings. And the V-E-T, Dr. Einat,  also consulted with another lady V-E-T, who is supposed to be some sort of an expert on this kind of purr-oblem (which is called Ovarian Remnant Syndrome). Dr. Einat reported back to Mummy what Dr. Smadar said, and it seems the choice is between further surgery to remove the remnants (with no absolute guarantee of success) and hormone injections, which the expert lady V-E-T told Dr. Einat do not have side effects. But from what Mummy has read on the Internet, hormonal treatments can have side effects.
Both courses of treatment are expensive and, for the operation, Mummy would have to take me to Dr. Smadar's clinic in Ramat Gan.

Mummy wanted to talk to the expert lady V-E-T herself, but could only get someone from her clinic who says the expert is furry busy and hasn't got time to talk to Mummy and in any case, doesn't need to talk to Mummy because she got all the necessary in-furr-mation from Dr. Einat. She said Mummy should make the appointment for the surgery and then, when Mummy brings Me to the clinic, she'll explain effurrything Mummy needs to know. Or, she says, Mummy can bring Me furrst for a consultation (more money! And why does she want to do the procedure at her private clinic rather than at the Veterinary Hospital in Beit Dagan, where she works?)

Anyway, kitties! That's not what Mummy wants to talk to the expert about. Mummy wants to talk about whether it's better for Me to have more surgery (and even then, they might not manage to find all the ovarian cells), or to risk hormone treatment.

And Mummy says, how can she put her faith in a V-E-T who hasn't even got time to discuss My Purr-oblem with Mummy!?
Besides which, Mummy doesn't know if Dr. Smadar really is unwilling or unable to speak with her first, or whether she is being purr-tected by an over-zealous assistant.

Kitties! What do you think? What should We do?

Demolition, Death and Destruction

Greetings, Effurrybody!

Queen Trixie here! Gosh, it's been Simply Ages since We last posted!
I wanted to tell you about a New Toy that Mummy bought for Us last week.

It was a black toy mousie on a kind of springy thingy that She thought would be great for practicing Smacky-Paws Boxing, when no Spurr-ing Purrtner was available:

The boys loved it, of course (mol)!

However, it didn't take Shimshi more than five minutes to tear the mousie off the top of the spring and pull one of its ears off. Mummy stuck it back, of course - several times, in fact - but, as you know, Shimshi displays great Purr-severance whenever there are oppurrtunities for Demolition and Destruction, so it wasn't long before Our New Toy looked like this:

From then on, it was a downhill spiral for that poor mousie. Caspurr got his teeth and claws into it, ripped off its tail and then purroceeded to eat its fur!
Pretty soon, this was all that was left of the mousie:

I would say that mousie was well and truly dedded, wouldn't you?
Of course, Mummy has purr-omised to sew its ears and tail back on again, but We aren't exactly Holding Our Breath, because She also said She thinks these cheap, Chinese toys are dangerous for Kitties and maybe also for Humans, too. She says She won't buy them anymore.
Looks like We are going to have to make our own toys from now on, because the Good Stuff is Expensive!

Maybe Shimshi had the Right Idea about the Phone Cord (mol).....

Apurrlogies

Hallo, Effurryone!

Caspurr here - the King of the Tigger-Tabbies!

We know it has been quite a while since our last bloggie-post and we are effur so sorry. We hope you will all fur-give Us, but, you see, We have been furry busy looking after Mummy, who had an attack of flu and was feeling furry miserable and sorry fur herself. So We had to cheer her up, and keep her warm with snuggles. And effurry so often, I would give her my Special Treat - a Head Massage with my raspy little tongue - while Trixie would sit on her feet to make sure she didn't move around too much because that might increase her fever, as effurry kitty knows. While Trixie and I were busy doing this, Shimshi would carry out some New Mischief, to keep Mummy entertained, because, after all, it's furry boring for Humans to be lying in bed all the time. Shimshi also did his share of snuggling with Mummy, of course, just as Trixie and I did.

Here, you can see Shimshi and Me demonstrating how We snuggled up with Mummy and kept her all Warm and Cosy:

And here, Dr. Trixie and I are having a Consultation about how best to treat Our Patient:




You can tell, can't you, how carefully Dr. Trixie is considering My Advice and Suggested Treatment Plan?

This miaowning, Mummy was already feeling much better, so there wasn't really any need to work so hard to keep her entertained, but Shimshi came up with his Best Mischief Effur - he completely chewed through the cord connecting the receiver to the telephone in the bedroom, so that the only way Mummy can use it now is by putting it on speaker.
I don't think Mummy was all that impurressed by this purr-ticular Mischief, however. She said that Shimshi was a Destructive Little Beastie.
Wasn't that Ungrateful of Her, Kitties?