This week has been particularly quiet because Momma and ManSlave have been working away from home.  This means we have to feed ourselves and use the cat tray without it being scooped from the cat before.  We have 3 overflow trays, but the kitchen ones have the best grit in.  Depositing Chocolate Gold is a fine art when someone else has been before you, you gotta watch that paw placement!

Besides the tray situation, we have these automated feeders which read the microchips in our necks and open a pod of which we eat our kibble from.  It works for everyone except Lillibet.  Her microchip has migrated to her lower shoulder so she crawls through both feeders until one opens.  She really is daft but strangely clever to figure this out.  If she stands still enough and doesn't fidget, it all works fine really, but her method ensures is opens every time, even if it does open halfway through the crawl, squashing her stomach.  Flaire has different food from us, special food for special cats.  You can sneak a few kibbles from her dish by hooking them out with a sharpened claw, you have to be super quick though, because that machine is fast and shuts promptly on thieving paws and you are left bereft of any sustenance. Food is always better stolen. King Slinky taught me that! 

There is so much to do here during the day.  Big scratch posts which we use to bounce from and to other high places.  Kittens to pulverize, although Pearl is learning to fight back now so I have to watch my step. We always have a box on the landing too, it's useful for stalking, sleeping or jumping from, hiding toys in or pouncing on its inhabitants. Such a simple thing with hours of fun.  There is the outside CatPod with shelves to watch Horrible Horrace the resident squirrel and his growing family of 3 kits this year.  Him and Mrs Horrace really did do well.  If ManSlave feeds them lots they don't steal the birds eggs and the garden has lots of song birds, so thankfully it must work and we get entertainment. There is the House of Fun which is brimming with toys and places to birdie watch right next to the glass too where they feed. So we are never bored or create or do bad things or scratch stuff we shouldn't. With the exception of Lillibet, she scratches Momma's landing carpet after chasing us. She is a Landing and Skybridge Troll.  None shall pass.  But we do and confuse the poor dear soul into a flicking, skin writhing frenzy of pumped up devilment.  Can she catch us - no she can't.  We call it running the gauntlet, seeing as we are very medieval around here!

Distractions whilst the Parentals are out are a must and the most enjoyable thing I do is to get that Pearl involved in my games, it's more fun then.  I turn on the electronic mouse toy. The one where it hides in the cheese.  It's good.  If I put my paw on the start button she flies from her slumber to join me.  Then, I bring her toys and mewl at her to chase me.  Sometimes I am moody and don't want to be chased and would rather be the chasee. All these combos work. We can do both.  Each time, bouncing over Lillibet on the landing.  Oooh, it sends her bonkers! These games are great.  Flaire, when not fat with kittens, loves a good chase too, right now she is a hissy spitty paw lashing madam and bites Pearl, so we ignore her and carry on racing and chasing each other and ignore the grumpies.  Faith likes the box on the landing, she moans at us, but sometimes she joins in for a few steps then seems to remember she is meant to be grumpy.  It's a real shame, she looks fun to play with.

Although we have lots to do, my all time best game ever in the whole of my tiny existence is to have the top from a pouch of meat.  It is even better than the meat inside.  I will do a rice packet too if a meat one not on the go.  I have waited a year for these packet tops as Flaire likes wet food when pregnant and stands pointing at the food cupboard until the Parentals give in and feed her what she needs for her growing brood.  That's when I steal my chance to take THE best toy.  It flicks and twists and makes crunchy noise. Momma will throw it for me to keep me from the work tops whilst she cooks and I loyally bring it back over and over and over again. I never tire of it.  I do have to say though, socks come a very close second to these packet tops and the cat Frenzy is third - the latter needs human intervention so not always 'on tap' as a made up game! 

That's all for this week. Nothing much more to tell really, except Flaire had her baby scan and they saw some kittens wriggling about in there and they looked all well and tiny with teeny hearts and tiny paws.  It will be my turn next! yikes.  Right now, packet tops are more fun than boys!

Love and kisses to my loyal subjects.

Viktori Vee Queen of Rex, Demander of the food, Protector of the house.

It has been a very long time since I put paw to paper.  I think I was just too young to take over from the big King Slinky!! It has been a year since his passing and I am trying to find my own special place in life.  Much of my life is spent playing and being care free.  I am a very busy girl and living up to my Queenly name!  I am not quite sure who is boss cat here in our pride now.  Sometimes I think it may be Faith, she keeps piddling on the parentals bed, so maybe not her.  Or is it feisty Lillibet? She and I have had a few fisty cuffs.  Flaire could be top cat as she is carrying a number of new Maystarlings in her tummy and fancies Lillibet something rotten, but is a scaredy cat and in love with ManSlave who calls her 'blue eyes'.  Momma calls her 'girlfriend'! I am not sure about Pearl, she is a push over, however, she does have a proper RED HEAD moment, also living up to her Queen Elizabeth I title.  Right now though, no boss cat, even if she is tenacious!  Or could it me me?

It has been a fun summer of travelling in our Caravan Amara, she has a big sticker on the back telling everyone the Maystar Pride is on Tour! Amara is great to get away in, we have a new giant pen this year that we can play in and enjoy the outdoors.  It also means the Parentals can enjoy it more too and not scared if we get out. We have visited so many counties and all of Wales this year.  Very well traveled kitties!

There have been many Birthdays, Flaire & her brother & Sisters are now 2yrs old, Gracie is now 3yrs and living with a new family in Scotland. I turned one, Jaz, Jamie & Lillibet turned 5yrs and Faith is 6!  How time flies.  Mr Zeus is 9 this year too! We have had cakes and treats and new toys and new bedding and lots of great things. Recently, we went digital and ManSlave ordered us automatic feeders which only work with our microchips.  I should like to see the hoomans with microchips, it might stop Momma sneaking a bag of crisps before bedtime!

Now my Mum Gracie has moved away, everything in the Maystar Pride is much calmer.  There is no real fighting only the odd cat spat.  I am to blame sometimes as I get tired and don't want to play with Pearl anymore, so I growl at her.  Faith growls at me, is huffy with Pearl and sweet with Flaire and Lillibet.  She always wanted to kill Gracie. It was never nice. Then in turn Gracie hated all her kids and grand kids. Now it is just Flaire who is growly, protecting her babies you see.  Normally, she likes a good game of chase, but not with a belly full. Even Lillibet tries to play, but her rules are different and Momma has to check her thwakking feet for over grown sharps in them! 

The Summer has drawn to an end now, the time for being outside and travelling has slowed down and now it is baby season.  I have called for boys many times and seem to be in tune with the other ladies around me, so now Momma might be thinking of sending me away, but my body clock says NOPE! I have stopped yelling and can't be bothered with boys right now! Well that's no use to man nor beast now is it?  Talking of Boys... we have a new boy at Maystar, well, not AT Maystar HQ, at Whimzeerex HQ.  His name is Otta and is half brother to Pearl.  He is solid chocolate and very handsome.  I feel I would want to wait for him! Then we could just have chocolate babies...yummy. Everyone loves chocolate right?

Lots of love from Viktori =^..^=   

How time flies.  It doesn't seem two minutes since these tiny little creatures were born and all that hassle, yet again, with a troublesome birthing.  But here they are 3 months on and haven't they grown beautifully?

At first I wasn't allowed in to visit them, they were not protected and seeing as my long unprotection period meant I had to wait to meet my family, it was only fair that I should wait to meet them too. It was very daunting at first.  Momma put up the glass door so we could do meets & greets. This went on for a few weeks and I got to see my Sister too.  Not that any of us really wanted to see each other and I mainly spat and hissed at everyone and my Mum, Gracie growled and growled staring them down through the glass.  Then Lillibet came up and growled and growled at everyone through the glass and walloped me a few times on my head for good measure. Faith couldn't care less. 

​Then came the day when they were allowed out.  Momma fed us all together so we would feel confident.  It worked. I was a plus one at their dinner table and we dined on Turkey & Rabbit tureen. Very nice indeed.  May favourite as it happens.  It was so good Momma had to open a further packet... I stuffed my self silly and cleaned up quick smart! Those Flairelings are no match for my wild and feral licker.   Afterwards there was an amount of spitting as we bumped int each other, but that soon turned to a bit of smacking and then play fighting.

We are now great friends and we have full days to sleep, play and eat together.  I get a little frustrated when they want to sleep and their batteries have run down. I don't know what to do with myself. I squeak and squawk and sound like a peacock. I run here and there trying to get anyone to notice me and play with me.  Momma tries to calm me down.  I purr and purr and rub myself all over her and bring toys for her to play with me... it works... I keep playing. I don't ever tire. Nope. My batteries must be those lithium types ManSlave talks about?  Apparently, they are prone to combustion - a bit like me!  

​Lots of love from Viktori Vee x^..^x  

"Well a medieval litter has to have something medieval to do right? And what better thing to do that hurl your fellow siblings about like missiles in the form of siege warfare. 

So this morning, I was watching from under the crack in the door and I see Pearl loading her full 800g onto the backside of the Trebuchet multi kitty gym and lightweight Pandora was teetering on the far edge, with a draw back on the bowing side, Astrid and Maisie lend a helping paw to really draw the side down and tentatively, Pandora climbs on.  I could immediately see what was going to happen, but was powerless to do anything about it.  There was an almighty 'stand clear' and Pandora took a somewhat elegant first flight in a struggled arc right onto the edge of the bed and down the side and her fall was broken by the litter tray at the side of the bed. Meeeeeewwwww.  She wailed as she was catapulted through the air.  The other three laughing so hard they could barely stand.  "Again, again." Shouts Astrid, climbing to the top to get best leverage, but Pandora is not trying THAT a second time.  I stifle a giggle.  Like you do!

I remember playing on this very multi kitty gym when I was just a kit. In fact, Momma brought it for me.  It was so much fun and I was just one!  I never got to do things like that though, I think I would have enjoyed being catapulted hither and thither.  Flying is a huge achievement and a mighty 6.5weeks old, Pandora has beaten most kitties in her league already!  I didn't fly until I was 5 months old. I leapt onto what I thought was going to be a safe landing, ManSlave, but he moved because I didn't announce I was coming at him full pelt down the stairwell.  And bang, crash whollop I tumbled down the stairs in an ungainly heap, but during those first moments of flight I felt incredible, as though I really do have those butterfly wings Momma is always painting on cats!  But flying is short lived, I haven't tried again for awhile. The only flying is from the fridge to the window climber and that's about it. I watch the birds with utter envy that they can just fly away.

I  hear my cousin, Jamie, in Ireland experiences the same feeling of frustration that the only thing a cat can't do is fly after those frustrating seagulls outside his home in Cobh. Jasmine is more philosophical about birds, she thinks a bird in the paw is worth two bits in your dish. She is a wise soul that one, pretty too!  I can hear Jamie shouting now "I AM THE ORIGINAL MAYSTAR BOY!"  Oh my, so he is... he was nearly the ONLY boy too until Kevin came along and rained on his parade!  

Talking of parades, I am to go to a show soon.  It is a parade as such right?  Lillibet tells me it's fun.  She quite liked showing, not that she got placed at all, but still, she had fun.  My mum doesn't like showing and spends all day growling at the judges and my Sister Flaire, who is a Champion spat and snarled her way through the whole ordeal.  She really didn't like people poking their faces in HER pen, neither did she like the fact there were Cornish Rex looking snootily down their noses at her from across the way.  Nope, she much prefered the open showing where Momma handled her all day.  Oh well.  I don't think I shall act like that, I shall take a leaf out of My Dad's book and me more like him!  Calm and a little bit silly.  I think I may yell some and stick my paws through the cage doors and rip up my processing cards and mess up my bed and spill my water into my litter and then, if the judges are lucky, they might get one of my rumbling purrs!  I have been told to keep my ears down and eyes soft and my whisker pads out and my nose in!  Heck with all that... I will have my mouth open, ears back and be singing show tunes to anyone that will listen.

​So long folks.  Love from Vee <3 

It occurs to me that us felines are destined to spend all of the Parentals monies.  Just this year alone, we have racked up a huge amount of spondoolies.  Flaire was the first one to start on the monies front. She had the C-Section at a huge cost and then a few days later emergency surgery to rectify the C-Section surgery.  Then Faith has a complete fit and couldn't pee, stand up or do anything much.  Momma had changed the food to a Salmon flavour and it seems the extra fat in the salmon made her SO FAT that she couldn't fit through the cat flap.  So off to the Vet Simon and a heart scan and antibiotics and blood tests and all sorts of things to find out whats wrong. She is back home now, on special food which again is costing a small fortune.  And seeing as Faith's Son, Jamie in Ireland, had a similar issue, Momma decided to put Lillibet on the same food, just in case.  So after all the time and effort it took to get everyone eating the same thing after KS left us, it's all blown out of the water!  The kibble is too rich for some it seems and not enough urinary protection.

Flaire is on a grain free diet which costs a small fortune because she can only really eat turkey and absolutely NO RICE or CHICKEN.  But it is too costly to feed everyone and the other kibble we are on is grain free and turkey, but I wasn't gaining weight, so the salmon was worth a test trial.  Even Mr. Zeus got a bit porky over at Mrs R's place.  She stated that he was looking a tad porky!  I am meant to be on kitten kibble, but in short, I don't like it!  I do like the new one and because I run around like a wild animal, I don't put on much weight, only about 50 a week at the moment.  Less than the Flairelings!  My Mum Gracie is looking rather, um, well porky too! I must whisper that because she thinks she looks fabulous.  He coat is sticking out a bit, so I beg to differ!  Speaking of coat... All mine fell out when I went for my vaccinations.  It wasn't the vaccine, but maybe the shock of the FURMOMETER?  Again, more expense.  A full course for me and a booster for Mum.  We are enjoying the spending of hard earned cash. The Parentals don't need a holiday anyway!

So, just to top it all off, Momma has to worm us all.  YUCKY!  It's that time of year, so we made the beautiful dark blue wool carpets look like a flock of seagulls had been let loose on the hall stairs and landing!  In Flaire's room, her chocolate gold was a little 'milky', so Momma did her too.  HUGE MISTAKE!  Flaire did her chocolate gold and must have sat back in it, covering her tail, she covered her mess neatly, then proceeded to run about the kitten room splashing chocolate gold on everything!  Oh my, Momma was not happy at all.  This emptying and painting process went on for a few days and this morning she was at Vet SImon's again to try and slow the tummy tantrum.  More stuff, antibiotics and special probiotics but the fructose kind not the milky kind as that makes her worse. Apparently, her good bacteria has been swamped by bad bacteria and allowed infection to creep in possibly from the weaning stage of washing babies.  Who knows, all we know is we have one pride member unable to go through the cat flap and one that  could slip through the post box.  

If it's not one thing it's another.  Luckily, I am very healthy, despite my lack of clothing.  Although, I do look super funny with just fluffy boots on. That will soon rectify, Spring is here, by time clock said 'drop it baby'as the days are getting longer.  So I did. I shed my fur to grow new stuff.  However, Momma is a bit annoyed as she has entered me into a show and my lack of clothing could render me 'with held'.  Oh well, it's a day out and an experience I need under my belt, or lack of one!

Lots of love from Viktori Vee <3 

My Mum Grace is a very special cat.  She doesn't possess a nasty bone in her body.  Even though she growls madly at me as she did with Flaire when she was my age.  I don't know what gets in her brain. It's like a switch.  One minute she is all love and light and then she is love and light with a bite.  She can be snarling quite ferociously and be rubbing her face on something at the same time.  Do I take any notice?  Nope.  I prance and dance just out of reach and she berates me and bites my neck.  Like I care.  I skip away and come at her from another angle. BOING BOING BOING....

Honestly, life is too short to be worried about her language towards me.  The problem is, really, she is scared.  Scared of loosing her space in the Pride.  She shouldn't be too concerned as I will be top cat! I know it.  I am the longest reigning Queen for starters.  It might change about a bit, but for now, I have my heart set on world domination!  

Faith is one for World domination too, she has always been topcat and even though she is neutered, she has some crafty moves for a six year old. She doesn't phase me though, I have moves to outwit her.  But Mum Grace is a bit...um, well, stoopid!  She yowels at Faith and Faith chases her, then she corners her and then, if she is fast enough, takes a chomp out of my Mum. Just look at the nasty scar on Mum's sniffer.  That was Faith being gentle!! Yesterday, Faith wore a bright white mustache where she had taken a chomp from the underside of Mum Grace's belly.  She sported it for a few minutes until ManSlave picked her up and told her off and put her in the House of Fun with Lillibet. WALK OF SHAME over the sky bridge.  Pfft, she doesn't care.  The HOF is all her territory now too.  The only bit Gracie owns is the top bunk on the landing and that's only because Faith is too rotund to climb up there!

Well, off to work out how to do a double bounce and back flip off the side of the cat post.  I have been working on that and tripping the Parentals as they carry things.  It's such fun and when they tell me off, I lay at their feet squirming.  The other day, I lay on the stairs and flopped from step to step on Momma's foot, biting it and curling around it.  She shouted at me and that made me much worse and I could hardly stand from laughing.  Her face was a picture.  Anyone would think she was scared or something?

With love from Vee <3 

For some very frustrating reason, I have been having issues with the IT manager around here and I have not been able to post for some time.  OK, so a little of it is to do with catwill and a little to procrastination. But finally, we are on the same page!

I have so much to tell you about and so much of it all gone and passed it no longer has meaning, but what does have meaning is the fact that six weeks ago, these little treasures were born to Flaire.  My Big Sister has taken everything in her stride and accepted Motherhood with flying colours.  She is sweet and determined to make a good go of things, despite the bad start she had with an awful C Section and then the tragic loss of her mammary glands due to necrosis after the surgery.  Now, although very thin, she is coping very well.  Momma made sure the 4 baby girls are being well fed and often to the detriment of her own well being.  She is calm and kind as well as loving and careful with them. This is the only litter that have stayed out all day to run about as Flaire is a great Mum and caters for each need so well.  Not like our own Mother Gracie, dragging us about by our necks and she even tore my throat open and I ended up at the vets at only four weeks old. 

These 4 girls are so bold and dynamic.  Their colours are fun too, not the usual sultry chocolates, but an array of orange heads! With orange heads comes fiery natures and VERY determined catwomen.  Heaven help the new families!  They screech at everything they don't like, like eye washing and toenail clipping as well as yelling when they are hungry. Oh my, they are a right lot.  Not at all like me.... ::snigger:: well, OK, there is a bit of bonkers in all of them!

I can not wait to play with Pearl, she is the whitish looking one with blue eyes.  Oh, hold up, they all have blue eyes this week.  Well, OK, she is the least orange! Apparently she is lilac and orange with white markings.  That will be very pretty as she will have pretty blue eyes too like her Mother.  Momma always finds they are more delicate and squint in the sunshine, so there are lots of cat bogies around to be wiped away. Oh the screams, like Momma pulling their leggies off.  I listen at the door, I know how they feel.  I had awful stuff put on my bite marks, I screamed so much that day! 

Well, I have other things to do now.  I must go and terrorise Lillibet, she thinks she is tough, but I am onto her.  One thwak from my septre and that puts her back in her place.  She is SO scare of me.  My Mum Gracie is growling at me now, I am so strong I think I am challenging her role as bottom cat!  She doesn't have to defend that role really, but she really would like it if I was bottom cat and not her.  Wait until Flaire and Pearl come out of the kitten room... Wow, that will be a day of confusion!

​Lots of love from QV <3 

My poor big Sister Flaire, she is due to bring new life into the world any day now and today she just can't get comfy at all.  It's all crying at the door if Momma leaves and wailing after Momma leaves and if ManSlave visits she can't control her wiggly belly.  She looks uncomfortable and just can't chose a place to lay. It's either in the Kitten hut on the bed, or Momma's pillow or the floor or now... the book shelf. She is up and down and in and out and seems to be wandering about in utter frustration and is laying on one side more than the other and has squirmers in there ready to break out.  Set them free Flaire, let them take their first breaths of this new life they are about to embark on.

When she is not laying about trying to get comfy she is scrabbling about in the kitten hut, digging up all the bedding and making a right pile.  Then Momma sorts it all again for the next go.  All night long she dug up this and that and then lays woefully staring into midair with her eyes half closed.  Her breathing is a little more laboured than usual but not distressed, just tired already and it hasn't even really begun yet. Momma keeps a close eye on her now for any sings of it all really kicking off and podding to commence.  No doubt it will be in the middle of the night. No good for me, I will be tucked up in the House of Fun with Mum Grace and Purple Eddie.  We have a new cat post, it's all very plush, so our sleep is much deeper. Nope, i wouldn't be any good at all. So it's down to Momma to be on high alert.

The Flairelings will be making their way down to the nearest exit, I wonder if they have direction lights like an aircraft?  Some don't want to leave and turn around trying to head back in, these are the breach babies.  In Maystars experience, only one baby was born head first and that was Jamie (Maystarex Jacobean Jester) He wanted out and couldn't wait to meet his new Momma, where as Jazmin (Maystarex Tudor Tapestry) was happy to head back in - in fact Momma remembers her doing the 'hokey-pokey' as she decided which foot would come out first and then a tail arrived and both feet and bam...  But why do we all want to stay in there when there is so much fun to be had out here?  But I guess we don't know that when we are inside.  Mmm food for thought.  When I have babies one day, I am going to tell them it's all ok and head first is easier for Momma to deal with!  

So the waiting goes on and on and nothing changes hour after hour and we all play on and go about our business whilst the full Flaire struggles with her discomfort and won't let anyone touch her, she is far too sensitive for anything like that and won't let ManSlave listen to the babies or feel them move, nope, this is all going to be top secret.  So we watch from a distance her ripples moving and flicking as the babies decide whether or not they will be feet first for this world of dive in head first?  Whatever they do and whenever they appear they are sure to be just perfect in every way.  There are lots of folks waiting for their new baby too, so she had better get a move on!

​Lots of love from Vee =^..^=  

We have a poltergeist in our midst.  I mean, how else can the House of Fun be turned upside down whilst we slept?  I swear, I was sleeping, eyes shut tightly, dreaming of playing on the new cat tree that Momma has ordered for us. (Shhh, don't tell ManSlave!)  I can't say exactly what it was that disturbed my sleep, but it was distinclty purple in colour.  The entity moved swiftly and with smooth technique opened the cupboard door, the one that is really out of bounds too, the one that contains all the clean stuff!

Once the door was open we were all awake and I was first onto the top shelf, this is my special quick technique that I put into practice when Momma changes our bedding daily.  I then kick with hind leggies and 'bam' all the lovely clean washed bedding is deposited onto the floor.  Then as quick as lightening I am in it and under it and rolling about.  Eddie is quickly into the bottom shelf to steal a whole roll of kitchen towel, he takes it , dragging his kill between his long front legs to the back of the room where he dispatches the creature with swift action.   Then he prepares to shred it's outer coat and bite through to the inner cardboard tube.  It must feel so nice since he is teething and being a bit of a nibbler!  I have wholloped him a hundred or more times and spat right in his face at his continuous nibbling and Mum Gracie has also held him down by his scruff to warn him that biting hard is not an option especially with 'werewolf teefs'.  He has a right 'Gob Full' as he tells me in his Broad Yorkshire accent, if he nibbles me one more time I shall give him a gobfull of my right paw! Everyone thinks I am the sweetest of natures, but I am real tomboy and like a good scrap, but at any point I can also play 'the lady card' too!

Mum Gracie sits and watches us with our finds and she begins to feel a bit racey Gracie and starts to run around the cat house, she then pounces on me and I squeal and bite her paws through the bedding, it's fun. She pounds away trying to shake me lose and we play fight in the bedding and enjoy the softness on the usually cold hard floor and Mum purrs then, moulding her paws into the soft blankies.  I think we need a rug and now we are not being sicky anymore, I think we deserve one or two!! Make it a real home whilst we recover.   Momma lays on the floor with us at night time and we pounce on her, so a ruggy might be nice for her too?  

Mum Grace finds the cat treats, I don't like them much, ducky ones or fishy ones.  I don't really 'do' kibble either, I am a picky soul, preferring my soft foods.  But Mum & Eddie are in those packets like a drug and they bite and chew their way in and have a fight and a squabble about who gets what.  Mum Grace growls at him and gives him a sharp thwak on his head, he circles around her trying to get a look in, she turns her shoulder and covers the snax.  He is fed up of trying, he gets bored easily, if he can't thug his way in, he goes off to find something else. He may be massive and as tall as a litter box, but he is also a big softee too and a bit of a push over.  He found the pollock treats instead and took them to the heated bed to open, leaving crumbs and bits everywhere in his haste to scoff the lot.  Pfft. I don't get anything like that.  Maybe I should try a ducky treat?  Sniff... sniff... lick...shake head... step back...shake head...step over ducky treat and try to cover with midair... walk away on tiptoes..YUCK, they smell like... well POOH!

Why couldn't the ghost open the food cupboard? I could have chewed my way through some grain free turkey, or even the rabbit pouches or fight my way into duck pate. But no, no one  got into the very important cupboard and after this little debarcle, ManSlave suggested child locks... like that's going to stop Purple Eddie, I mean the poltergeist, from breaking in?  We can't get into the litter one, it has a different system on the doors which is a rel shame because this is where all the good toys are kept too.  The butterfly thingie and the flying birsdy feathery thingie and a fishing pole thingie and the one with bells on that sends me whacky and the feather on a pole that makes Eddies head nearly fall off when Momma waggles it!  Why oh why couldn't we get into THAT cupboard...? I mean the ghost, not us. Nope it wasn't us at all. We were sound asleep dreaming of lovely things.  Pfft, I can't believe you even think it might be us... really ... we are angels sent from heaven, sweet as the day is young... with a sprinkling of the KS naughtiness in there and anyway - it is called The House of Fun. Rise above it! Nod.

Love from Vikori Vee xx



 

So many things have happened since we moved into the House of Fun and time doesn't stand still, it zooms on and on a bit like Purple Eddie!  He is one super fast cat and just wait until it's a bit warmer and we can run around outside in the cat pod, it will be just wonderful.

The other thing that time doesn't stop is that of growing up and someone who has grown up particularly fast is my Sister Flaire.  She is growing around her middle and will soon be having kittens of her own.  One minute she is staying with her new beau and the next minute she is totally stuffed full of small catletts.

Flaire came home and was immediately being very protective of her new inside family, so she is still living in with Momma and ManSlave at night.  She only has a few weeks to go now and is very calm and loving. Or so Momma tells me.  She certainly isn't sweet with any one else in the house.  Pfft.  I do miss her very much though and I am sure once her little family is here and a little bigger, I hope to sneak in and be with them, like she did with me when I was tiny.  I know she will mellow soon - I just know it!

Momma made her a special covered bed, with new blankies and she must have her Ratty wherever she goes, so Ratty is staying in her house as well.  I wonder if Ratty will help with the birth?  If Ratty goes missing she cries and cries until he is found. Such a Queen Bee that one!  I am much the same, spoilt rotten.  I wriggle and twist and hate being cuddled, I try to escape all the time from cuddling, but wait until a Parental sits down and I am there in a flash - I guess I am a lap cat, not a snuggle bum.  Momma does not know how this happens as we have lots of fuss and attention as kittens and she so wants a snuggly one like King Slinky, but no one will cuddle up with her, well except my Mum, Gracie, she is always cuddly, but since we have all been out in the House of Fun, she is more kissy kissy with Eddie & I than Momma!  She is in 'mummy' mode and can't stop thinking about what we are up to.  It is not to say that she isn't very affectionate with Momma, but her 'brain' is on us!

To be fair, I am not surprised Mum is always watching Eddie & I, we are little Devils.  We climb up Momma's legs and leap onto her back like tree squirrels, racing around her body chasing each other - if we are not doing this we are running as fast as we can around the House of Fun and tipping and knocking all the toys over, squeaking and yipping at every turn.  We have lots of toys and Momma rotates them daily and also makes a new toy for us every day too.  Sometimes we get a box with holes in it filled with tissue paper and treats and we have to poke our feet in to get the treats or in my case... the tissue paper! Boy is tissue paper wonderful stuff, much better than treats in my opinion.  Eddie is the fastest paw in the west when it comes to empying out those treats and Mum Grace stands behind him pinching them as he hooks them out, he still has no idea where they go? MOL - It's hillarious.

Well, that is a little catch up for you all and I will try my very best to get into this blog stuff. Momma really needs to make sure the WiFi is properly working in our home before I can log on regularly.  Problem is, when she visits, she brings a movie and we all snuggle down to watch that instead of blogging!

​Lots of love from Vee =^..^=

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It has been a whirlwind of adventure here. so much has happened and I have been a bad bad kitten and not kept up with my duty as Queen Vee and updated everyone. It almost seems a little out of date but I shall try and reverse my fast moving life back a month to the 12th of November when a certain young man came to live with us. Momma is never sure about new kittens or cats in the house and after the trauma of losing the great KS, I suppose you could say there became a nautural space....?

​So it was finally agreed, a lilac floofy longlegged northern roughien moven in with us. He has a very unusual accent and nothing like the "oooh arrh tiz getting dimpsey" tones of my Mother. Momma said that Gracie is a bit dimpsey herself, infact, she says the light has actually gone out! That's mean you know, my Motber is one of the brightest Devons I know and is very health and safety aware that's all.. So this long legged lout from Sheep's town is all "eeh by gum" and larking about. It's hard to understand him at times. Him and Mother had a set to, she thwakked him very hard for being rude and verbally told him off and I joined in for good measure. Well you can't let these tom-boys come in here and own the place now can you? He does of course have a name, Eddie for when he is purring and Edward when he is being a  typical lad. He has a posh name too, Peppadora Longshanks, hence why he is an Edward, named afetr Edward the first, the King who sired over 50 children... fitting? Lets hope so.

​After the initial rocky start, we now get on great guns and even though he is just a few weeks older than me, I can still tell him I am boss. I like that and it has him rolling at my feet in submission, pulling himself along the floor with his claws and purring up a storm. I think it will be a good relationship and at least it is someone to else to play with as my sister Flaire was sent away to meet her boyfriend, so I was lonely. Everything always works out for the best doesn't it?

We are now as thick as theives and think nothing of racing about and explooring. Getting under Momma's feet is the best game. We don't have manners at all on the stairs and we have so much to learn as regards to living in a house of cats and humans, we are getting there. But this week, it was all too much for Momma and we have been uncontrollable and sent Momma flying down the stairs again, so now we have been banished to the House of Fun for a week or so until things have calmed down in the house and everyone has stopped chasing each other and bedlam can cease. Then, maybe, we can come in again? Another reason is that my Mother Gracie Had an upset tummy and it made her sick and poop. There were tests done and she has a bug in her tummy. unfortunately, we now have a tummy bug too. It's only mild but with Flaire back from her boyfriends and Lillibet immune system low, it's bettr we give Momma's carpets a rest and have seagull pooh wormer spread all over an easy to clean environment. there is always something! Momma said it could be those naughty Horrible Horraces bringing in stuff and mixing with them stinking pidgeons. They carry the same bug and Momma found a Horrace drinking from one of our water dishes INSIDE the CatPod!  Momma said, clamping her head in her hands..."will it ever stop?"

​Dunno is the answer to that one.... 

Love from Queen Vee xx

With wonderment and fresh eyes, I am seeing everything new and exciting. I just can't stop being busy, but when I am busy I have these Growed-ups following me and prodding me and mewling in my huge auricles and telling me to 'get off - get down - get out - get here', it's all so dull and highly unamewsing.  They seem to forget 'THEY WERE KITTENS ONCE'. :roll eyes:

I found a fantastic game and I saw Flaire do it yesterday and really wanted to have a go, but Mum kept biting my legs and Momma kept putting me onto the floor again. (brrr, it's cold down there by the way!)  It was to climb to the top of the cat tree in the kitchen, it's about 5ft 7" tall and me being a mere 3.5" (Queen Victoria size) I look really tiny up there.  I raced up the long side, gripping either side like a professional tree climber. Who needs ropes and spikes? Not me, I only fell 4 times until I got the hang of it and I am not sure if it was the dizzying heights or the concussion that made my leggies give way, but I was there, on the top, like the champion of champions, spitspotting about, back arched in a victory hop.  yes, this is the life for me... sky's the limit!

Well, now I am up here there is one task that I am destined to perform and I have been eyeing up my Sister and watching how she does it.  I want to jump the chasm between the catpost and the swing bed.  It must be at least a foot drop, so far away, but I am going to do it.  Now watch the video closely, blink and you could miss me taking flight!

Firstly, I am spotted by Momma, then Flaire then Mum Gracie.  I jump from the very top spot and crack my head on this strange clear stuff, before landing neatly facing the other way. Cool. I am then very busy taking measurements whilst Mum & Flaire perform some weird ritual at the end of the post? I get a MEOW warning from Mum to stop what  am doing, so I pounce on her a bit to show that really I am concentrating on her. We have a short washing frenzy and I try for a spot of milky, but sent away with a NIP on my tail root.  OWEE MUM! I pretend not to notice and bang my head again on the clear stuff?

I climb back up and take a sneaky bite at Mum's neck to show that I am a tad annoyed I didn't get a smidgen of milky and then she unbalances me with her paw and knocks me on my face, washing my bum for good measure.  I am seriously embarrassed and smack and bite her halfheartedly back, she verbally warns me with a TRILL (not the bird seed!).  But just then, talking of birds, she gets distracted by a pigeon outside and I measure twice and leap once into the unknown and taa daa.  I have done it.  The leap of faith.  Mum cries with shock and I dance a little dance and go for my close up.  Momma knew I was going to do it, it was my first try and I knew she would catch me - she is on my sidereally and helped guide me on a trial run when she held me under my tummy and skipped me from bit to bit so I knew how to get up and down safely.  But to do it ON MY OWN.  WOWZEREEWOO.  I am a free spirit that's for sure.

So, watch me again on my little video in case you missed my very excited face as I leap a whole 12" into the abyss and land safely in the hammock bed.  just a tad chuffed with myself. I think this flying stuff is excellent and I am to not visit the salon to have my nails shortened this week, so that I have a sure velcro grip.  I find it exhilarating and have my eye on a 8ft gap between the cat post and the top of the fridge.  I may need a few months before that is an option - but THINK BIG and EXPAND YOUR HORIZONS! 

Love from Queen Vee X

I am handing over the gauntlet to Viktori Vee.  It seems, as the youngest member of our pride, she is the one to go on and hold the banner high and tell the tall tails or should that be tales of the goings on at Maystar HQ.  You see, much is changing here, or there (I can't quite grasp the concept) I had hardly even told anyone about Viktori or her conception or anything, you see, I was very poorly for quite a number of months and didn't feel much  like telling the world about it.  most of you understood and had the full story, but there were others who were tiresome and and didn't think Momma had tried very hard.  So, it was easier to stay quietly in the back ground.   But I feel the World is now ready for the next episode in Maystar mayhem and as much as there are things to write about up here in Rainbow bridge and many new faces to meets and greets, it just isn't going to hack what is really going on and so much is being missed out.  There have been births and cat shows and illnesses that have not been accounted for and visits from Jaz and Jamie and all this I have failed to report on.  

I should introduce you to Vee really and see what you think about her and her as the new Maystar Hack?  i am sure her style will differ slightly as she is not at all food orientated but already she is single track minded and bolder than ANY 9 week old kitten we have had here.  Lillibet wanted to be the new blogger, but Momma said she can be unpredictable and only think about Thwakking everyone.  That doesn't always make for good journalism.  Flaire is full of her own self importance and now she is a champion, her head is way too big!  Unlike Baby Vee, it's just her ears that are big.  So I leave you in her capable paws and when she is ready, I am sure she will venture out and meet everyone in time and it seems the public already love her, so I doubt it will be hard!

Love you all my loyal subjects

​KS =^..^=
  

Yipee, the Parentals are home.  I can hear the car from a mile away and I jump to the windowsill in the bedroom, waiting patiently for the rumble of the car to come around the corner.  I YAWP and YAWP.  They both look up at me, so I YAWP some more. then I wait for the key to go in the door, then I am off like a rocket, down the dogleg stairs and to the front door before they even open it, pushing my way past their feet to the edge of the mat where I take a deep breath of fresh air, mixed with the local Tom cats scent on the hedge. Oh how I love this bit, sneaking off just around the corner of the door, one hind paw on the mat, stretching as far as I can to take good deep sniffs.  So long as I stay one paw on the mat I don't get shooed back in whilst they empty the car of shopping.  I don't know at which point my paw came off the mat - or at which point their backs were turned, just long enough for me to follow the delightful smells of the outdoors, but I was gone in a whisper.

Well, it was OK for the first few hours, but it's begun to get darker, so I know this little bit under the fence where the hedgehogs come into our garden, I head for that, squeezing my body with ease under the gate and trot along the wooden pathway besides the house, over the small gate where I can see right into the CatPod, right onto the table and it stops me in my tracks.  Faith is sitting with her glorified rotundness, her back to me.  I let out a YAWP and she cringes, hunching down further.  I poke my paw through the mesh and touch her back.  Her coat ripples with glossy curls, but she doesn't speak to me, only letting out a tiny 'mep'.  Lillibet is coming, I can hear he swearing at Flaire, Momma wishes she wouldn't do that, youngsters are so impressionable! Lillibet is sure to take notice of me, she has been Thwakking me all week as I lay in the comfort of HER bed!  She jumps up to her Mum, they exchange 'chirrups' and then the two of them leave the table together and what I see next is a real shock.

I reel backwards, staggering along the edge of the low gate, trying to get my balance.  I feel like all the wind has been knocked out of me.  I see a 'me' laid out on the table, wrapped in a fleece, cold and very thin. I double check myself and can't seem to comprehend what is happening.  How can I be laid there and be here at the same time? Is this one of those out of body experiences?  I sit and watch over myself, watch the comings and goings in the house.  The door is open and Momma is preparing noms for everyone, but no one is eating?  I would eat it.  I trot into the kitchen, I slide my face, unnoticed into a bowl of kibble but I am not getting any satisfaction woolfing down this stuff. I go back out to check on my doppelganger who is still laying on the table.  He smells real bad. Gutsy almost and very sticky all over like saucisson sec, yeasty and pungent. Kinda my scent but a million times stronger - go easy on the cologne I tell him, but he doesn't move.

I hear ManSlave in the garden, he is doing some kind of manual labour, I can hear his shovel trying to break the hard earth under the chairs.  He must be planting something, only big plants take holes that deep.  He needs to be really careful, I shout at him as he cracks away at the soil, there are baby kittens and TomFun & Otello down there.  He is mighty close! I YAWP louder and he looks up, but a silly Robin gets in my line of sight and ManSlave gives him a nod, taking no notice of me. Pfft.   Momma comes through into the garden from the CatPod, she is carrying something... the me from the table. YIKES!  She has lots of tissue paper of all colours and my special eating rocks and a white feather I saw her pick out of her shoe this morning before we went to see Vet Simon.  Wait, hold on... I think I remember something.  Vet Simon and Momma chatting, she is cuddling me and crying, I am too poorly to look at her, I feel far away and every breath is laboured. I am so hot and my head is pounding from my massive eye that is sticking out of it's socket. I remember now hoping it would all stop and Simon said if Momma was really sure, he could make my pain go away.  Momma said it would hurt one last time because the yellow liquid stings so much.  I let out a tiny mewl and fell into a deep sleep before the drought was even in my blood stream.  My ticker weak from infection, stopped promptly.

But I don't understand, why am I here now watching this? Why am I staring down at my lifeless body with it's diamonte collar and rainbow paper, rocks, feathers and flowers all around?  Why are the CatWomen screaming and yelling from the communal area, yelling for me to stay and not follow this amazing colour bonanza that is dancing in front of my eyes.  I have to go and look closer and I feel it draw me in, swirling and warm, deep into it's iridescent rainbow colours.  I can see TomFun and the kittens playing like shadows against an Orbadious cloud.  I will just see what they are doing... just for a minute.... then I can come back. Right?

When we go away in Amara, Momma takes each of us outside and around the caravan and shows us a good place to hide under the step.  The step is very important, it is a 'safe zone' where nothing can happen to us and it is also the way back into Amara.  We also get SO MUCH fuss when we sit on the step and treats and kind words that sometimes, it's worth nipping back for a quicky refresher.  But you have to be careful the step can be misconstrued as 'time out and time to go in'.  So if you want to go in, you have to stretch onto Amaras door! But none of us really want to go in at all, especially that Lillibet.  She is quite a Brahma when it comes to going in and she often gets a time out on the step for feisty behaviour.

As you may have read in my previous blog, Flaire & Faith took a trip to Scotland without us. Gracie is expecting you see and couldn't travel and Lillibet was left to keep her company and I got restricted to the kitchen... but that's a whole other story!

Flaire hadn't had much outside time, only a few goes and she was getting good on the last trip, less nervous.  She has gone to sitting in between Momma's legs on a floofy rug to a small stroll against a fence where Momma is always close so that any running backwards is discouraged.  This can lead to escapes, but Momma's firm and fair manner with a good quick reward system and only rewarding good behaviour and ignoring the stuff she doesn't want us to do, we all learn quickly that reversing stuff is not an option.  Momma also carries a stick. It's for lots of things. Keeping us in a straight line, encouraging us up onto something for a look see, it's for following and used as an attention getter if we fail her voice commands. It is never used as a kitty beater, although, we so like it when she scratches us between the shoulder blades as a quick reward.

Well, on this tip, Flaire had much more time to herself and Momma spent a good half hour each day getting the babies confidence up. By the end of a 10 day trip she was so busy and sat at the door waiting for her harness to be put on, sometimes being very demanding with her asking too! Faith said how Flaire would cry and look out longingly from the windows.  Faith doesn't really 'do' outside on holidays, she is more of a window lounger and a watcher, but cries and cries at the door to watch if the baby goes out.  ManSlave has to hold her and she purrs and chats to him. 

As soon as Flaire got the hang of the real outside, she had so much fun.  It was so windy, she was literally flying through the air, carried by the strong winds.  She really loved it.  Momma took her a little way into the woodland too and she stood on logs and enjoyed the leaves and bugs.  But there are dogs in the woods, so Momma has to time everything just right.  Flaire really does have guts, she trots along, taking after me of course, and loves to jump and play fast games.  Momma had to tie a long piece of cord onto her lead so Flaire had more flying space.  Wow, she is fun to watch and fun to play with. Even ManSlave enjoyed taking 'his baby' for a walk and wasn't embarrassed about a floofy kitten on a lead. He was just so proud of her excitement for adventure. It's a real shame the holidays are ending as Gracie is having babies soon, so no more trips for quite some time, but I doubt she will forget how to do it all!

​KS =^..^=

Talk about a proud day, even if a little lucky in Momma's opinion!  Faith, Flaire and her sister, Sophia, were entered into yet another show, this time up in Scotland where Sophia lives.   It was a fun show by all accounts and even Faith got to sit in MY CROWN BED!!! YAWP!  I was there in spirit of course., In my styrofoam Slinky position. 

Flaire got a cracking rosette as well as another gold card, one away from that all illusive challenge certificate making her a champion. Oh god, that kids head will be SO big!  To achieve this, she lay in the judges arms and screamed as though her legs had been pulled off!  Please kid, just behave will you? It sounded like someone was poking sharp sticks at her at one point when she caught sight of ManSlave during the afternoon.  What a spoilt brat. Momma cringed! She recognised that voice from the other end of the hall where Faith was.

Sophia, Maystarex Princess Palatine, was better behaved and got her all important gold card too giving her a first in a very difficult class. One up against her very best friend who really should have taken the gold but refused to play nicely with the judge and the other, her nemesis and housemate! Apparently, Sophia went all gah gah when she saw the parentals purring and such like. What a little sooky. Always was ManSlaves favourite chocolate drop.  

Faith even achieved a special rosette for 'Peoples Pick' in the exhibition section  This is where everyone chooses their favourite kitty from about 60 others.  Flaire got one for her section too.  How nice of the Scottish folks. They were of course both chuffed with their tiny haul of rosettes and cracking gift set each with pipe cleaners and wiggly straws. 

I wonder what the next show will hold?  Winner winner Turkey dinner again? 

​KS =^..^=

Yesterday saw Flaire visit the Stonleigh Pet Show to Meets & Greets all MY FANS!  I say MY FANS, because, after all it's all my stuff she used to make herself stand out in the crowd.  MY CROWN BED, MY RED CARPET and even my Styrofoam KS made an appearance to either much love and worship or sneers and cajoling from others less worthy.  I had my hard core worshipers who came for a nosey.  But really this little princess took 'pride' of place today.  In fact she is the kid of hand me downs.  Momma raided Faith's mood boards from 2011 and turned them into new ones, pinching the sparkly red lettering to make up her posh name.  She also ha all of J1's bedding from the House of Fun to make hammocks and a comfy place to to be stroked by the hundreds of sticky fingers passing through. I say 'sticky' because there were oodles of children not only with cooling ice lollies on this exceptionally hot day but also some very pretty and handsome princess & princesses who would have squirreled her away in their rucksacks in a flash of an eye.  

She was one of the most photographed cats, having selfies with lots of the children and a few adults yet to grow up, on the cusp of really wanting a Devon Rex but male partners standing well back stating that allergies were the thing stopping their beloveds owning a cat.  I remember ManSlave trying that one on when they got me.  Momma ignored him and got me anyway.  OK, so he is terribly allergic, but that's what antihistamines are for and HEPA filters and such like.  Never devoid your partner of any Devon Rex!

She had two tantrums during the day.  The first was excusable after a three hour stint of 'heavy petting' from the general public.  Momma has a great technique for slowing the public down. Baby wipes.  It keeps the line busy wiping hands ready for a stroke and then it draws a crowd where by a little talk about the breed ensues.  This helps to calm Flaire, who was getting mighty fidgety by hour three.  But the crowds just kept coming.  Then it happened, ManSlave turned up with reserves and BAM! She went into scream mode, standing on her hind legs, straining against her harness, yelling his name.  DADDDDDDEEEEEE.  Oh my, the crowds all grabbed their children to safety whilst she bounced and plunged and sprang and yelled, with no amount of malice, no claws, no hissing or swearing... just full on stamping feet to get to her only real human love.  Fair is fair.  She had cuddles and was given a yummy lunch and went for a long hours sleep.  Where upon tantrum number two happened... like any baby woken from the afternoon nap acts, grumpy and lethargic and muzzy headed.  She was aptly named monkey cat by quite a few children and after a few quiet words and a few stern 'lay down' from Momma who was trying not to laugh at her antics, she finally settled for an other 2hrs of stroking and fussing, then more noms and a long rest in her hammock. Folks were still peering in and she didn't mind this one bit, but at the very end of the day there was a sweet little girl who loved her so much she kept coming back and Flaire finally said her goodbyes and went to her pen where she then gave the little girl a few choice words through the bars. Oh my, I hope she wasn't tainted by her experience of a swearing baby?

I don't think I could put up with children touching my tail and stroking my bum and tickling my chin.  Nope, I shall leave that up to the CatWomen.  They are much more placid.  Well, most are.  Faith swore at the crowds in 2014 whilst her daughter, Lillibet, soaked up the attention and laid all day out in the public eye.  She would not, however, wear a harness like Flaire had to. Oh no... she wanted to be naked with no restrictions.  Flaire is good in this way, Momma made her wear a harness from a small age.  Now it's normal.  She will be as good as me in it one day.  Well, we are all very proud of our little Queen of Scots, she really gave the public a close eye on the breed and hopefully dispelled the myth that we are shaved like Alpacas or Poodles and that our coats are naturally curly, dense and very very soft. OK, The CatWomen's are, I am spiky like a loo brush. The looks on the faces of so many was enchanting as they bend to stroke the fur and then utter surprise at just how soft it really is.  That is what makes a good show and tell.  Surprise and education!

KS =^..^=​       

Gracie visited her boyfriend Sweep and did the 'deed'.  They snuggled up like a pair of love birds for two weeks.  I think Sweep was quite sad when it was finally time for her to come home.  Gracie is very clingy and following Momma everywhere.  She walked in, spat at her Daughter, greeted me with a kiss and slapped Lillibet and gave Faith a wide birth.  Nothing much changed then?

She looks a little thin, but that is just all the extra exercise she got during those weeks away. It won't take long for that to come back, it's not like she didn't eat anything either! 40 packs of noms vanished along with half a kilo of kibble noms too.  So where is it all going?  Ahhh, I know, it's going into making more mini cats! OK, I get it now.  I wish I could get away with eating that much noms without any ill effects, but sadly I would require the pink tray tout sweet!

But it seems Sweep has done his duty well as Gracie has appeared this morning with pink nipples, a sure fire way to tell if she is pregnant.  Combine that and the copious amounts of sick, but only in the mornings and mainly on Momma's bed!  I have managed to get to a couple of these outputs and try to sort through the freshly eaten kibble to find me a quicky snack before Momma comes to clean up.  I then get a telling off like it's my fault that all this mess is all over the duvet.  It's never the CatWomens fault is it? Oh no, they are special, they are feeding minicats in there.

Gracie has been demanding lots more raw food and is enjoying the new hunters menu with turkey and rabbit, but that was just not good enough for her yesterday when she stalked a baby Dunnock on the roof of the House of Fun.  She stuck her paw through the wire and grabbed the baby bird, With one quick bite to the neck and then the chest the littun didn't stand a chance.  With a mouth full of feathers and teeth well and truly wedged it took ManSlave and Momma to ease her jaw open to drop the baby birdy.  She growled and growled and told them off and told all of us off to, she finally had to release the Dunnock, who by now was a little munched.  What a waste of a small life, but we were not allowed to have it to munch on either.  Momma left us some feathers to sniff and get excited over and Gracie cried that her catch was thrown into the wilderness next door for the 'wild' animals to find!

No doubt Gracie will start to get very rounded now, she looks full down below, just thin on top.  The last time she was stuffed full and even Trudy from the Scanning place couldn't detect the five she had in there.  This time Momma is wishing and hoping there won't be any C-Sections and all babies can be born at home.  Gracie isn't much bigger than she was the last time, so here is crossing paws!

​KS =^..^=

Momma got us stupidly early yesterday morning to take Flaire to a show in Swindon.  Momma usually on enters one show, the Wiltshire one, but it was a double show so she thought, why not enter both and to top it off she was going to meet up with Floki - but Wales won the football, some Euro thingie, so Floki's family were a little worse for wear and didn't make it! Oh well, there are other cat shows, the football is history!  So talking of history, Flaire made her own by winning her first Challenge Certificate making her 1/3 on the way to being a little champion one day.  She was up against Gracie's cousin DiDi, who beat her in one show and then Flaire beat DiDi in another show under a different judge.  Way to go girls.  Keep it in the family I say! 

She was as good as gold all day and Momma was more proud with the way she presented herself all day.  Quite the confident little soul who ate a hearty breakfast of 85g sachet of food at 5.30am as well as a snack of 20gms of kibble at 3am.  She has an appetite or worms!  She then went on until midday where she popped down another 1/2 a sachet of food and even turned her nose up at the ducky treats... I would never do that!  She then sat in her little heated bed Momma had made her, of course, being a GCCF show this time, everything has to be whiter than white.  So hiding the luminescent pink heat pad is quite a challenge!  Momma made her a white ratty too, because no one can travel alone, let alone be without a friend.  That friend then has to be removed for a few hours whilst they judge her. Oh well, she had lots to think about with 6 classes to attend.

But, wait, you don't have to live with the big headed Flaire when she came home, dancing and prancing in with her fancy rosettes and GOLD certificate.  Oh this is way too much I tell ya!  She showe us all the new Toys Momma brought and then showed us the rosettes AGAIN. Then she ponced about shouting 'winner winner chicken dinner' all night long and even then she wasn't tired out and ran about well after midnight where poor Lillibet was trying to sleep, but with Gracie away at her boyfriends house, Flaire was looking for someone to play with... love, just a note... that is NOT Lillibet.  She is not called the Kraken for nothing you know!  Oh what a drama, all four of us in bed with Momma and all that Thwakking going on. "winner winner chicken dinner" THWAKK THWAKK "winner winner chicken dinner" THWAK THWAKK.  All this talk of food is making me hungry.

We were rewarded today with said 'chicken dinner' and did we see any of it?  Did we heckers like!

​KS =^..^= 

We have been on the move again.  Amara was packed up and we were zoozed to North Wales for a week away.  At first we didn't want to go and as soon as I saw the going away bags being packed, I slithered about on my belly trying to escape having my Black velvet collar with diamontes put on, then was squished into a double carrier for traveling.  Gracie is my travel companion, she doesn't really mind having her collar on, but isn't that happy about being out of her comfort zone.  She pretended to hide on top of the boiler, but as soon as Momma spoke to her, she dropped her head and purred.  Momma made a pitch for her front leggies and she slithered onto Momma's shoulder for a snuggle, where a two pronged approach was administered as ManSlave whipped her red velvet and diamonte collar about her neck. We are now together, setting boundaries.  She likes to spread out and use me as a pillow.  I don't mind that much. But sometimes I like to look out of the side and so does she.  We try to take it in turns but she pins me down and I can't move.

Faith took to hiding in the cat tunnel so Momma had to push her out, she is rather rotund at the moment, so she popped out of the tunnel like a ripe cork, squirming and fighting, legs out-splayed, wedging her squishy body into the space.  Momma fought hard to extract her and finally, she slithered out and had her Purple and diamonte collar instated and put in a carrier - kicking and screaming let me tell you.  You never heard so much noise.  And, all the way to wherever we are headed about every 20mins is this 'Momma, are you there?' Little voice.  Faith travels with Lillibet, but Lillibet is wise and finds the smallest place to hide.  Usually, it is under the recliner chair in the lounge, but Momma was quick to make sure no one left the kitchen today.  So Lillibet climbed to the top of the cupboards and slipped into the wooden fruit bowl.  No one ever knows how she does it, she weighs 3.5K but is built like elastic. She curls up tightly , head down.  But not all of her quite fits and her big ears stick up as well as the bowl 'breathing'.  ManSlave has to climb on a chair, take down the bowl and put on her matching Purple collar to Faith's.  She lays in the bowl whilst her collar is put around her neck and then she is carried to the cat carrier and poured in next to her Mum.

Last but not least and so far travelling alone, is Flaire.  No one will accept her travelling with them, so she travels alone.  This is not a problem, she is an enthusiastic traveler and already has her red velvet collar on, in fact, she had her on before breakfast because she found all of them and some have bells, namely mine!  She had managed to carry the collars about, handing them out to everyone.  Pfft, we are not interested kiddo.  ManSlave popped her collar on early and she pranced about for a whole hour showing off and sitting in every carrier as well as gathering up toys she would like to take.  She always settles on Ratty and he is always up for a long drive anywhere.  Flaire is just so happy to be going out and to be fair, once the worry of going to the vets is out of the way and we have traveled for an hour or so, we all settle down and start to enjoy it more.  Especially as as hour in we all get dried ducky treats which helps the journey.  It starts to become a holiday then and everyone is all happy and chirpy.  

By the time we get to go in Amara it's lunch time and our noms are distributed out.  Wonderful.  Now for a nap and best of all, new fluffy rugs to snuggle into.  Ones we don't get at home.  Our space is allocated and our litter trays put into the en-suite wardrobe space. We are all set to have a great holiday.  Now.... get in lots of sleep between now and midnight and then it's time to wake up the Parentals by standing on their heads and fidgeting with the blinds.  Finding lots of noisy things to do, like jumping from the top bunk onto the hollow floor or digging in the litter trays and emptying copious amounts of cat grit everywhere, so when they come to use their loo... they curse and swear at our mess in the dark.  Oh it's so much fun.  

There have been a few changes around here and it affects us in a huge way.  Momma had the wonderful idea of changing our noms AGAIN!  Well, whilst we have been travelling, it is a real pain all of us being on seperate diets for this and that and even though I am 10 now and classed as a senior, Momma has found a perfect food to suit all.  Now, usually, she buys all our food in from Germany because they have great delivery and it's a lot less expensive than the all 'yawping all yelling' UK leading brand, which we have never really had, all those animal derivatives! YUCK!  Momma always been on the hunt for a food we can all eat, for all life stages AND doesn't have rice in it for Flaire and me and chicken in it for Gracie and Flaire, oh OK and me.  For some reason, anything chicken gives our gibblets the collywobbles and makes our skin sore? Turkey.  We can all eat turkey and some rabbit.  Well, of course we can. It's WAY more expensive than chicken and such like.  We don't wish to disappoint now do we? 

Now, I don't know if Momma is thinking way ahead of herself here as there is talk of leaving the EU in the daily mews.  What effect might that have on us?  Well, our noms could go up in value or we might have to start paying for delivery or there may be more taxes to pay?  I mean, really, we don't care much for that sort of thing. But where our noms is concerned, we are most interested.  So, with this in mind, I swear Momma has reached out to every UK company going to support our little island and bring home the fact we could survive if push came to shove.  

At first, Momma reached out to a secondary, well known brand here who are advertising Turkey & Potato and packaging it so that it is the price of gold and selling it in ridiculously small packets.  I mean, that's going to last us a week with all five of us nomming it and the recycling part of me wonders about our carbon pawprint with all that extra packaging.  It would never work.  Momma said we are registered as a breeder with two societies and could she get a discount like the other big brands.  Nope was the answer and no to having bigger bags. It is ridiculous, they are part of Crown foods, rubbish.  The CatWomen eat the wet food too for lunch and have raw for late night supper.  But even with this, the Parentals would be paying out the price of a small hatchback in food each month.... nice thought though!  Mmmm.

So, Finally, after much searching and reading every recipe out there in every country, not just our own, Momma came upon an old brand just stepping up their range from dog foods to cat foods.  Oh yes.  She has spoken to their nutrition folks and the owner of this locally sourced business and come up with a forward plan.  Green Pantry were willing to do a breeder scheme deal especially for us (OK, lots of other cats too). But the very best thing is they are in with Bernard Matthews friends and all their turkeys are ethically sourced.  Phew.  I like my birds free range, but ethical will do.  This makes a big difference to Momma, she only buys human free range meat.  Oh no, not human, free range meat, I mean, cows and lambs and such like... not human... Oh well. You get it!  Any way.  This got Momma to thinking that because the other HUGE company (mention no names, cough, James Wellbeloved) wouldn't even contemplate helping us out, she has decided to not let us have the grain free wet noms either.  And tell me, besides the raw what else can the baby cats eat when they arrive?  Gracie is a real foody and LOVES wet food, the more sugar the better with these CatWomen, which in turn is scaling teeth and adding copious amounts of weight to a certain Princess Faith!  Momma wanted only good meat with NO CHICKEN and with easy too handle packaging for ManSlave.  Oh, a mine field, I can tell ya!  Well, it so happens that there is yet again, an old brand out there, who are making a new range in grain free steamed foods.  They had another range but they all contained chicken and well, we have been there, done that and Momma was left with hundreds of uneaten packets which she takes to the gym to feed the feral neuters. But this can't go on, the feral cats look great on our left overs but it's costing poor ManSlave holidays and cars!

So, to this company and their lovely helpful lady from Natures Menu who has sent us free samples to try out, just enough to wet out appetites, a few sachets of Turkey & Rabbit and a ducky & pheasant one too. But that one made me run for the pink tray and I only had a lick of the spoon.  But yet again, we are home and dry with the turkey variety it seems.  Although, Momma can order both flavours for kittens as on speaking to their vet, it is going to be ok for babies as it has all they need and Momma can zooz it into smaller bits and soak kibble!  Oh and you will never guess where they come from... Turkey town too!  Nearly next door to the other place. The best part is, although this new Delux Turkey noms is pricey, with a breeder scheme again, they are going to send Momma hundreds of packets at a time making them an affordable price for daily use and bringing them in line with something like a supermarket brand.  Heck, we do share one or two only, but when those minicat gannets appear, they eat hundreds of packs and kibble by the sack load.  Again, the turkeys are ethically brought up, it's not ideal but it has to be better than the other processed foods and our carbon paw print is lower again too because it's all bagged and grown here in the UK. Bonus! Kevin, from Gracie's litter, went to live in turkey land and now they have the same food as us.  Right on his doorstep too.  I wanna live in turkey land!

I am pleased Momma has our interests at heart, I am still baddly allergic to most foods even with my meds. But at least when we travel in Amara now, we might all eventually be on the same food one day and can enjoy some wet food too to keep us hydrated whilst we travel.  That is a big plus for us.  Hydration is key to good travel and makes us feel happy too.  We wash for longer and this makes us contented.  On par, I think we eat better than the Parentals do!

​KS =^..^=

I made it to 10years old.  How I have managed it is beyond me?  I have outlived my Mother, Father and Son but my Daughter, Grace from Sweden is still going strong.  We went away for my Purrday in the caravan down to Dorset and the Jurassic coast.  It was amazing. We saw so much stuff from just the comfort of the caravan site.  We had ducks visit and one particularly early bird seagull, who every morning stole our rubbish.  He was great fun to watch.  When we returned home, Momma organised me a party where all my online friends could visit and put on their party hats and enjoy my day too. 

My Party was themed on 'cats in hats'.  Lots of you participated and did really well demonstrating your fancy hats.  Of course Momma had to dress all of us up as well and all she had to hand whilst caravaning was a sweety bag and a napkin.  But it worked out ok with the ribbon from inside her PJs.  There are always certain types that show up at a party, so everyone posed for their part in my special day.

Gracie is a social butterfly, happy to meet new cats and always happy to chat to anyone and be sweet natured. Flaire was not impressed with any of the party goings on and refused to pose at all, holding her eyes like slits, she was a real party pooper.  Momma and ManSlave laughed till water fell from their eyes when they dressed her up. Faith, of course, was in her element. Posing and being super model cool as always.  He figure a little more skittle like these days, was requiring a hat with a good wide brim to balance her out.  Lillibet, always the joker, busy with playing pranks and Thwakking everyone quite enjoyed dressing up and danced about trying to catch the ribbons and the best bit - eat the treats on offer.  Me, well, I am always a good boy and being 10years old, I had to set an example and behave. After all, it was my Purrday. So I posed in pink and blue hats and allowed myself to be adorned in a magnificent tea towel robe around my shoulders. Oh yes. The King of Cats, that I am.

I wanted to thank everyone for their good wishes, however, for some reason i didn't get as many cards as Lillibet does and she is only 3!!!???  Very odd indeed.  I had a great day, we played 'silly collar competition' and had a 'groovy dance fest' and pass the parcel that went ever so slightly awry, but everyone got an electronic feather or furry mouse. So it wasn't all bad.  I, personally, don't think Momma explained it very well at all.

Please enjoy the pictures in the gallery of my special day and thanks you again to everyone who joined in and those who made extra efforts to make 'cats and hats' a fun day.  I must say.  The CatWomen who turned up very late were very sexy indeed... but a little young for me now I am well and truly old!

​KS =^..^=

All the photographs in the gallery have been kindly provided for my party  - please feel free to notify me if I have any ones name incorrectly!  Thank you also to the hundreds of posts as well just wishing me a happy purrday!  I had over 100 congratulation messages.  FANKOO

It's not me I feel sorry for on tooth cleaning day, it's Faith and Lillibet.  They wander about all day with a false white smile on their faces.  The special toothpaste is white and it leaves very unsightly white marks like the voodoo queens of New Orleans or such like.  Their fake smiles follow me about like the Cheshire Cat.  Not me, I get my licker out and the toothpase is gone, it tastes of liver pate, not that I eat a lot of liver pate but the odd time I have licked a plate or knife in the sink with it on, that's what it tasted like!

Faith is THE worst patient for toothpaste day. She struggles and twists and screams and yells, claws out to catch Momma and paddling furiously with her hind legs.  Momma wraps her  in a blankie, but she just vanishes from it like a whirlwind, contorting her body inside out so that Momma is scrubbing away at the falling orifice only to find it is totally the wrong end of the hairy bundle.  I look of surprise appears on Faith's face as she slithers out into daylight, her false smile making a mockery of her true feelings of hurt on both counts! 

I am next naughty cat in line.  I am a twister and turner, but more of a thinker during proceedings and do like the taste of it, so only half heatedly fight with my front feet, catching my claws in Momma's wedding ring and hanging there whilst she scubs away at my filthy yellow molars, sliding around in circles on the kitchen table with my back claws stuck securely in the blankie.  I have had yellow teeth since a nice vet gave me Oxy when I was growing my new adult teeth and there, ruined for life. I very rarely smile except for perhaps Simon the vet!  

Lillibet is somewhat perplexed at the whole teeth thing and every week she forgets it happening.  She goes into her voodoo world and starts chanting and closes her eyes and wails out loud, the toothpaste bubbling at the sides of her mouth like spittle.  All this time, during the wailing, there is purring?  I have never in all my life figured out how to Yawp and purr at the same time?  But Lillibet manages it.  And even with all of this noise and bravado, she hasn't moved a muscle on the soft blankie, and is sat in the same place as she started. She is lowered to the ground and her Voodoo smile is like a strange grin that suits Lillibet's 'specialness'.

Gracie is always good, she is like a model student.  She allows anything to be done to her really.  She just flops and goes extra heavy in Momma's arms. Laying her gently on the blankie, Momma lifts up her lips and inserts the tiny toothbrush.  Gracie shuts hers eyes, jaw jagging slightly with the push and pull rhythm of the brush going back and forth.  She allows it all to happen around her. Then it's time to be flipped over and scrubbed on the other side.  She catches sight of Flaire... ooops, Momma has a growling snapping fish on her line now and covers Gracie's eyes and shoos Flaire away.  Gracie relaxes and gives in to the inevitable.  Such a show off.  Ironically, Gracie looks clean for the first time in weeks.  The toothpaste has whitened her lilac 'marks' around her mouth that make her look like she has been rummaging through the bins (I say nothing) and she gleams her ultra white smile at us all, flashing her gnashes especially to her daughter who laughs in her face.  heaven help us.

Flaire is swept up just as Gracie pounces for her and misses and tongue stuck out at right angles she is subjected to baby teeth cleaning.  This is where Momma just lifts your lips up and pokes about with her finger a bit and then gives you the toothbrush to play with, allowing you to take it to your mouth to taste, then you get a mild flick of it here and there and then a little toothpaste to try. Mmm, Flaire likes it too.  She likes it so much she is nudging the tube like a baby cat for milky.  Well at least that is two our of 5 that are well behaved.  Wonder just how long that will last before she catches on and realises that Friday is tooth day and don't you get the fact, little cat, that the water in this house tastes different - yep - it's contaminated with tooth decay stuff to combat nasty niffs and help to reduce plaque.  That's why we drink from the Parentals mugs, glasses and sinks! 

Thinks before you drinks!

KS =^..^=

CatWomen get everything and I have been driving everyone mad including myself.  I am winding up the entire house on a whi of being fed or really in search of attention.  It has been going on for months now and there is nothing that Momma does that changes my outlook.  So in a fit of desperation ManSlave deposited a yelling Gracie and me outside in the House of Fun.  Gracie is growling at everyone and being so grumpy that the day is filled with her growling and me yelling.  It was meant to be restbite for everyone. 

So yesterday, Momma goes out to the HoF and finds a sweet smelling yuckiness and hunts down a blanket on a chair and under the chair is a sticky yellow substance.  Now, we have a tray out there and really whoever is caught short out there should use it. right?  Well I blame Gracie, after all, she is the one yelling for boys and confused in the head about where to pee sometimes, well OK, twice when she was a kitten!  So immediately the blame lie with her.  "Why do I have to be out here will miss grumbly piddle pants for a few hours a day?" I yell to anyone in the neighbourhood who can hear me.  I put a stud cat to shame with my yelling voice.

Well, Momma was mortified to find a poop under the table outside in the run?  "What the heck is going on here?" she shouts at both of us?  Neither of us care and I purr for good measure.  Because ManSlave has been caring for us, his nose is blocked all the time from tree flowers and dust, so he missed it, but Momma claims there was at least two or three days worth - the same amount of days we have been out here.  Ho hum.  The Parentals are stupid, they will never find out which one of us is doing it and anyway, Gracie has had a Chocolate Gold accident too. So my bet is her.

What's this... The IT camera is moving.  OMC!  Stop peeing - STOP!  I can't.  It's flowing angrily out of my person and onto the new clean rug and dripping through the fleece and through the plastic wicker chair and onto the floor.  I have been caught on camera!  It's me. I am the culprit.  I REFUSE to be kept outside like an ANIMAL even if only for a few hours and I am showing my discontent by peeing and number twoing when the motion takes me.  Uncle Paul used to complain about me leaving Chocolate Gold on the bath mat when the Parentals took a holiday. Every first day I would leave him a little gift to show how miserable I was.  But no one ever proved it, only my food is a different colour to everyone elses so I guess it was obvious.  The Parentals are even more mad at me and they can't look at me today.  I think I know why, but I don't change at all, still yawping as though I own the world and everything in it.

Oh no... NO.  MOMMA! NO I SAY! YAWP.  Stop with the kissing thing.  I mean, every time I YAWP Momma plucks me from my perch, detaching my velcro feet and kissing my sweaty belly to make me stop making such a din.  This tickles AND it's embarrassing.  Now I am going to purr as well.  Oh no.  This is not right.  but at least I am getting attenntion even if it's not the type I am after and believe me, there is nothing more Yawp stopping than being exposed in front of your pride, upside down and having raspberries blown on your belly.  OK OK. I give in. I will go and sit on the fridge and not make a sound. But don't put me back outside or I shall leave you more than a gift this time!

​KS =^..^=