My poor Sister has been very poorly.  It is a stark reminder that breeding us Devon Rex, or any breed, is not all romantic, happiness and kittens.  Sometimes it is hard work and we keep the Hoomans on their toes.  Last Friday she began acting very strange.  For a start she was was very loving with Momma and went to sit on her and purred.  Although a really lovely thing to do, it is also very odd as she is ManSlave's girlfriend.  When she goes to Momma something is wrong with her.  She didn't have a temperature but seemed chilled and snuggled into a blankie which again, isn't her. She had some yucky stuff from her 'fairy' she kept washing off and was sort of contracting with her legs like she was having a baby. 

That was it - Momma raced her to the late night vets. Head vet Gabriel saw her and scanned every inch of her bowel because she also had been sick and had blood in her poop.  He couldn't find a reason for either and her gut moves beautifully. Momma, despite being worried sick, found it fascinating.  Gabriel did see that her uterus was open by a few millimeters.  She also had fluid in her lady bits but no filling up in the horns so not a closed pyo and possibly not even an open one?  He was happy to send her home with pain medications and things to stop her being sick and stabalise her for the night.  Her appetite was so low by now.  So Momma took her home and snuggled her into ManSlave's arms for the night.  By morning, she was super poorly and very leaky.  We at least had an answer! 

Off to the vets again, but this time, Gabriel had called Momma before she left and they had decided on a plan and with help from Aunt Shirley's vets (Gracie's Breeder) they managed to sort out a solution and Momma was sent home with antibiotics and stuff to inject into Flaire's neck.  The needles were really big because the liquid was so viscous and it took quite a poke to get it in her skin.  Flaire was stoic and has taken all her medications and felt immediately better and her lady bits began to really drain all the yucky stuff out.  Very sadly for Momma, all over everything! So much cleaning!  

Flaire is much better a week on and is already yelling for a boy cat.  Ridiculous really and almost impossible, but as always, she defies nature!  The reason she got sick was a very serious infection of the womb.  It's caused by the womb filling with pus and, if left untreated, it can lead to kidney failure, toxaemia, dehydration and, in some cases, death.  It is a very serious condition and really, having a good vet that trusted Momma and helped Flaire instead of rushing in and neutering her, was really magical.  It is also crazy as she was due to mate soon anyway to make sure this didn't happen.  She had kittens in January and she wanted more straight away and yelled for boys every week, so Momma popped her on the cat pill. This could have either caused it or saved her?  It is always a difficult decision to make and I guess, so long as she is healthy and at 3.1k she is a good weight after her last litter, it seems the correct thing to try to keep her well.  Mating is never a decision taken lightly. It is not about pumping kittens out - it is, for Momma, our health and the correct boyfriends for us.  

The good news is that dear sweet Otta will be coming to live here at Maystar very soon and Flaire won't have to leave home this time which will be nice and Otta will have a friend straight away to keep him busy.  The Hoomans have been making the Piddle Palace into an OTTAMAN PALACE. It will be so strange having a boy here as we love to spend time out there watching the squirrels.  He also has one of our heated beds - sigh.  We will have to share one between five whilst he lounges in total luxury! Pfft.  He has hammocks and shelves with beds on, lots of climbing places and although his inside bit isn't huge, he has a window and and outside bit that is toasty and warm and it is all covered and sheltered too.  Cool in Summer & warm in Winter we hope as it is all well insulated. Momma brought some great cat pants for him so he can come in the kitchen in the evenings.  I can use those piddle pants too. I am sure to start again soon! We have a pair each.  Otta also will hopefully enjoy the communal garden on milder days and at least see some of our world. We don't want him being bored and he seems to be very soft and loving so he should be easier to handle than crazy J1!!!  Momma said he might like our wheel?  Well, I can tell you - if he even steps one paw on MY wheel, I will mark it doubly double!!!

From the Queen of Piddle
Q Vee =^..^=

Horrible Horrace has been at the garden all Summer.  He has managed to move copious amounts of 20mm gravel from our garden and bury it all over the garden in the pots and the majority of them are taken to our neighbours who are confused as to why they all of a sudden have lots of gravel in their lawn?  He also buries them in our lawn too.  In fact, he burried that many in our potato boxes, we had more rocks than spuds!  

We are all very excited to see him and his kids going about their business. The Fiberglass screen has been removed so we can see right into the garden and Momma put up a new bird feeding station and this has brought nature within 2ft of our shelving in the CatPod.  We already have squirrel watch places in the heated House of Fun but this new bird station is incredible.  We are taking it in turns to lay as flat as we can on the shelves and hide in the cat tunnels.  We chat away in the hope they might not fly away and we could have a little nibble. The very best place to watch their antics in in the Piddle Palace indoor outdoor section. The birds sometimes hop inside and don't even see us all sitting there.  We might have an extension skybridge all the way to the Piddle Palace so all Momma has to do is open the cat flap. That could be fun. 

So what is reason we run?  Well, one is to wear off some of the crazy energy we have and the other is to get fit so if the need arises, we can chase those dastardly squirrels up and down the garden.  Although, watching them move, run and jump - we wouldn't stand much of a chance really. Those wiley, grey, floofy critters are made for speed and we are made for pouncing.  If we keep practicing, we might just be quick enough.  We also like to run after we have had kittens to get some of our weight off.  You get a bit soft laying about all the time.  

For two whole weeks no one has peed on the wheel either. This is a record.  I think some of the reason is that I am very busy with my MiniCats and Momma has been taking Lillibet into the office in the afternoons.  We also have a secure microchip capflap and anyone that piddles is removed from the catflap! 

Off I trot then, back to my kitten bed. I will soon teach them to run about and climb curtains. 
Your loyal royal Queen Vee =^..^=
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So many things have happened here at Maystar in a few short weeks and in truth, I have been up to my armpits in kittens.  They hang from me like two limpets and I can hardly leave the nest with out one complaining bitterly and screaming, so I have to lay down again.  I just have not been able to prise my body away to update you all.

So, now I have announced to the world on facebook that I have indeed had two princess like girls from that awful mating Momma put me through.  I shall never forgive her you know.  For two months I threw up every day and they called me the Duchess of Cambridge the whole time!  Finally, about a week to go in my pregnancy, I gave up being sick and started to eat really well and which was just as well as the nausea came back during my 18hr labour!  It was then a further two hours contracting like a boa constrictor to release no.1 daughter, Baby Hawise, who had been crowning for 40 minutes and Momma intervened. Holey Guacamole!  THAT smarted for awhile.  I lay like a wet rag, Momma mopping my brow and ManSlave reviving my floppy kitten.  Then all over again, the pushing and the heaving and out popped a very tired baby Emma, Daughter No2.  I have to admit, I did really well and didn't make a peep and trusted Momma. 

Momma started to feed them for me, even though I had lots of milky, the different blood group to my Beau, Barry White, meant that my babies could die if they drink before their tummies close off.  This means they don't get all my goodies and they get substitute from a syringe.  I had to wear a dire cat suit too. Grey is just NOT my colour.  It was tight everywhere and it hampered my breathing a bit where my throat is narrow. So Momma didn't leave me for 20hrs and fed my girls every time they squeaked.

You won't believe this. 20hrs into the feeding and I go into labour again, except Momma thought I was going to be sick, so she whipped my cat suit off and I trotted down stairs on wobbly legs and did THE best pee EVER!  I also deposited a decent chocolate gold there in the pay dirt!  ManSlave said to Momma I had litter covering my butt and to catch me.  Momma did and saw I was having another baby.  I was swiftly rinsed of filthy litter and popped into bed again.   It took two hours and LOTS of pushing to get No.3 out. It wasn't a nice feeling and he kept vanishing back up the shoot and I had to start all over again.  Momma grabbed his feet next time they came out and just waited until I could push again.  Together we finally got his hips out, then more pushes and shoulders came.  Unfortunately, he wasn't alive so I didn't have anything to push against and his head got stuck for quite some time.  Momma violated me yet again and had to pop her little finger in my butt hole and push him out that way as I was getting worried and weak.  It was a real shame.  My long labours had starved him of oxygen and his placenta was not alive.  We all felt really sad and I didn't want my own two wiggly girls at first. But Momma said they could suckle now and that helped me feel better.  Momma and I buried him with the rest of the Maystar Pride in the garden.  I washed him before Momma wrapped him up and we picked flowers together - it was an intimate moment and people say cats don't care, they are wrong, we do! 

So, quite the ordeal really, but in some ways, I was so strong and recovered really fast and didn't do any of that weird panting my family does which made it nice for Momma as it is less worrying.  I am an amazing Mum it seems and very attentive and incredibly, even my busy mind is OK with being in one place.  I wash them a lot and clean the blankets with my licker.  Both girls are sparkling and my whites are DAZ white! I haven't wanted to move them and feel very happy laid on the bed with Momma. Me in my Bubbah Da Hutt and her right next to me holding my paw and sorting out the girls for me when I am tired at night time.  I don't feel sick any more and have put on heaps of weight as have my girls.  They are SO fat and full of rich milky like seal pups they roll about, eyes like aliens staring into nowhere.  I love them so much.  Who would have guessed that all that horrible mating experience and the birthing thing - I would be so totally devoted to these tiny creatures. They are my world.

Long May I reign - from your honourable Queen Vee =^..^=  

Everyone has a dripping tap when they live in a house where the Hooman is the Plumber! Ours is no exception and who has more fun when this happens is Pearl.  She is a real water baby and I guess once you are you are!  I like to watch the toilet flush - that is the extent of my love for water.

When Momma goes into the downstairs loo, she is usually followed by Pearl. The first thing she does is jump onto the sink and want the tap running, not too fast, just a trickle.  She bends over and sips from the flowing water. Sometimes Momma has to leave her in there with the water dripping into the sink. She can then splash about in the basin and wash her feet.  She has to be careful because she isn't the most agile of cats, a bit of a bumble foot really and one slip results in a soggy bottom.

I do enjoy piddling, I guess that is water based entertainment?  Lillibet and I have been having a contest of who can pee the most on the wheel and just on Friday Momma caught her just 'finishing off'.  She looked pretty guilty too.  She had made quite the puddle.  Momma reached for Lillibet and held her with her nose close to the wee-wee and smacked her bottom.  "Meow-pirrip-pirrip" Lillibet said and stuck her butt higher in the air for another slap. It was so funny to watch her, she was meant to be in trouble but in reality was really just enjoying herself having a slapped arse.  She wiggled and waggled her butt everywhere, traipsing around Momma's ankles squeaking for another slap.  That really worked then?  Well, actually, it did for 3 days, there was NO WEE in that whole time.  Who knew that making Lillibet slap happy was the way to reduce widdling on the wheel?

I haven't piddled for a whole week. Mainly because Momma has put really uncomfortable things onto my regular surfaces, making it a little tricky to sit.  Who wants to sit on pigeon spikes on the newel post?   Certainly not me that's for sure.  My kitten room has been prepared and my cat flap set for just me to come and go as I please, so if any widdle is found in there IT IS MINE!  Well, I can leave the room really well, but getting back in can be cumbersome with my fat belly.  So I sit outside and whine to be let in again.  It is pretty cool though and great for watching the comings and goings on the landing. In the same instance, everyone looks in at me from the hallway.  It is like a special little window that only opens for the important ones!

So much less piddling that is for sure.  However, Momma found a long scoot mark that ran from the stairs to the bedroom in a perfect arc.  Well, I am quite full of MiniCats and can't seem to reach my butt to wash it - so I found scooting does the job very well thank you.  However, after a scoot a day my butt is a little sore and itchy now as the carpets are wool and I think I am reacting to the lanolin making my backside look like it has prickly heat.  Between this and the copious amounts of sick from the front end, both Momma and I are at our wits end.  Not long now though - just a week and a whole new set of trouble will start. 

Well, it seems to the only thing left here to happen is wait for my waters to break!

With love from your Queen Vee =^..^=

On Monday night, Lillibet went missing.  It was the most awful night going for the hoomans.  They were very upset and worried.  She had vanished at about 6pm after being out orb bathing with them, she was poked through the landing window and it pushed to.  It is a stiff window as the hinges need replacing.  However, not long after being pushed through, she pushed back out again. What a madam.  Then, she must have wandered about the inner garden and around into the big garden, taking in the smells and exciting trails of squirrels.  Then, she must have hopped over the fence into the wilderness, following those naughty squirrels.  

Momma had been searching for hours, inside and out to no avail and then ManSlave got worried when she wasn't home by 10pm and started looking too.  He got his ladders out and put them into the thicket so she could climb back over the fence and a towel out so she could grab onto the fence at the top and it had our smell on.  She must have been sat quietly looking at them both searching.  Faith joined in by screeching at the top of her lungs.  This went on until 2am where everyone gave up, left the cat house open and went for a rest. 

At 4am, the house was awake and off everyone went, Faith in a carrier yelling her head off, into the brambles and black thorn as far as they could get with torches and low voices calling her name in the squeaky voice they use for her. Lillibet is a very vocal cat, so they were hopeful to hear something.  But nothing!  It was all getting very worrying.  Then, Faith let out a squeak of delight as they returned home.  There Lillibet was, pleased as punch in the cat house.  Everyone was totally relieved.  That was until Momma saw there was a new widdle on the wheel!  She not only had vanished for over 10hrs, she came home just to pee on that wheel. 

Well, I suppose, at least the culprit has been sourced.  Momma said it was one of those neuteres and now we know which one.  So each day now, Lillibet and I play - who can pee the most on the wheel.  Momma is very upset as the separate time out was meant to make sure that there was less friction between everyone - but instead - Lillibet took a giant time out that just isn't acceptable.  

All Momma's friends tell her that lady cat''s who are up the duff don't piddle.  Well, in that case, I am no lady.  I am with MiniCats and still piddling.  Yesterday I piddled on the mini fishtank in the kitchen and Momma put her hand in it.   She had just cleaned it so couldn't figure out why there was water on the top of it?  I peed on the wheel again and this time Momma said "who did this" and I ran so fast over the sky bridge I nearly fell off the end with the extra weight I am carrying.  All of a sudden I feel guilty.  I am never guilty. i am usually very proud of my handy work.  So now, Lillibet and I have been made seperate and we have to wear piddle pants.  It's not great - being preggers I don't like things around my waist and I peed in the pants and now my butt is wet.  None of this is fun for anyone.

The MiniCats go to their new diggs next weekend.  They will be off and globe trotting to far flung places.  Ok, so Portsmouth isn't that far flung!  That will mean I can then move into the kitten room and enjoy peace and quiet all on my own with Momma at night.  That will be better and then I can maybe feel safer knowing I can be top cat of my own room?  Well, that is the theory!

From your devoted Queen Pee Vee =^..^=  

Last Saturday I was meant to blog about our cat wheel, but I got too busy and forgot to blog.  I don't suppose anyone noticed as the weather has been so nice you have all been in your gardens and not got your faces pressed up against your tablets waiting for me to blog! 

So with that in mind, I am going to repeat a story about last weekend.  Well, I have still been piddling on the cat wheel as so has one other of the four adults in the house (not including ManSlave or Momma).  So with great annoyance, Momma stripped the wheel down to it's bare wood, which took hours because those fab guys from The Cats' Claws had made it so well, the rubber wouldn't come off!  She scraped and cut and rubbed and sanded and zoozed with her fancy machine until it was all back to a nice surface.  Then she PVA'd it to make it more waterproof and the nice lads from TCC came and replaced the rubber for us. A non porous type that stops cat pee from soaking into it so much and allows for Momma to clean it easier.  

It's fab, I tried it out and yes, the wee just sits neatly on the top. Great!  Then I watched with high amusement as Flaire took her turn on the wheel and rolled about laughing as it showered her in yellow smelly rain water.  She was not best pleased, jumping off and shaking off the wet onto the newly scrubbed floor and walls. That was all I needed for it to be dispersed and the wee ran around in a neat trickle until it dried enough for me to take my gallop.  Then, someone else took a wizz on the wheel and I don't mean the running kind.  Another yellow river wizz and again, poor Flaire was subjected to a further shower and then a quick bath as Momma had enough of the smell already and Flaire had now been in every bed trying to get rid of it so Momma had also had a ton of extra washing to do too!  See, the old rubber was much better, only our paws smelled before!

Well, Momma decided to find out who the second piddler was.  I was prime suspect in both cases, however, i was away for a month and it was still happening and then Flaire went with momma on a showing trip away and it happened then too...so it had to be a neuter!!! But which one.  This called for process of elimination. Easy right?

Day one. Monday just gone.  Momma pops Flaire into the House of Fun for 2hrs on her own with just radio two and a bowl of water for company.  Nothing.  She just strolled on it, never even breaking into a sweat!  I join Flaire for a further hour and still nothing. (I had just used the tray).  I was also desperate for a bit of a gallop and peeing was last thing on my mind, I like to run until I am panting.

Day two, Tuesday just gone.  Momma puts Faith in HoF for two hours with a bowl of water and Smooth radio and still nothing. Not a piddle in sight.  Flaire joins Faith for a few hours to watch birdies together. Flaire also changes the radio station back to Radio 2. She prefers Steve Wright in the afternoon.

Day Three, Wednesday just gone.  Momma puts Lillibet in HoF for 2hrs with just a bowl of water and Classic FM.  Nothing is delivered on the wheel.  She uses it and runs regularly in short bursts. Momma allows Faith to join her because Faith has screamed for two solid hours wanting to be in the HOF with her Daughter and still nothing.  

Day Four, Thursday just gone and it is a free for all.  We can all use the wheel as normal and hey presto. No weeing!  It is a miracle. We are all cured.  Momma thinks it might be something to do with the radio station?  Alas, we prove her wrong.

Day five, Friday just gone.  Wee galore. Two infact, from two different cats. One I claim as mine. I did it right away and watched Flaire stupidly take her walk as I sang a rendition of Purple rain changing the words to suit. "Yelooooow rain, yelloooow rain I wail" as she throws me a look. Well. If she was sensible, she might let it dry first!!!  So as to who else is joining me is pee fest is a mystery to everyone, except the pee'ee. 

To top all this off, Momma has a camera set up as some of us are secret runners.  I like praise so will run if frustrated or just want attention. Flaire is a quite walker, she strolls along, only breaking into a jog and sprint every so often. Imitating a wilder cat stalking prey and then dashing for the catch. Lillibet makes the HoF shake to it's roots with her heavy lumbering gait and I can run the fastest and love to show off.  Faith will take a trot every so often, but I can tell from her lower gut, she hasn't been running so much of late and it makes me wonder if she is our secret piddler?  She will be found!  Oh and before you make assumptions as to why Pearl hasn't been mentioned, she never goes over the Sky Bridge into the HoF, so right now, it's not her either!

As Turkey dinners go, Tilly Tickle had quite a big one.  Last weekend she blasted her way past all the adults and neuters in Section 4 at the show and came out on top.  She wasn't quiet about it either, telling the crowd that she was a the group winner over some very special other pussy cats.  He blue and green eye flashed and surprised everyone who watched her and her sparking lambs wool jacket shone like a beacon.  She had been meticulously scrubbed by Mrs B and turned out like a shiny new pin.  She had big massive rosettes bigger than her even.  Huge pretty things with triple ribbons of all colours. Lots of champagne too and chocolates for Mrs B.

Momma sent me away for a whole month.  She desperately wanted to collect me, but her friends said no. I was to stay until I was pregnant.  Well, I am not pregnant.  I walked right back in the house two nights ago and guess what?  Yep, you guessed right.  I began to call.  This will never do.  I am a home bird.  I don't like leaving Momma and I just switch off when the boys come a hunting.  I let them practice a bit but as soon as they hit the mark, I fall to my knees and twist away.  My Mum, Grace, told me just how much those big barbed boy willies hurt and there is no way on this earth I am having that in me!  

Momma does have a plan B but I am yet to hear about it and if plan B fails I am for the chop.  I am nearly two years old!  A relative youngster and I love kittens but didn't realise exactly what went on to get them.  The birds and bees talk was rubbish at catschool. It was all diagrams and charts - believe me - it is no walk in the park I can tell you.

Do you know that boy cats dive on us when we feel primed enough at the rear end and yes, the boys have to do the priming! This bit is OK, Pearl often primes me up at home. It is OK, not bad and you roll about a bit afterwards and play chase.  Well, boys do NOT want to play chase or have you rolling about.  Oh no. Boys jump your bones and bite hard on your neck, they dig their teeth in at a  90 degree angle so your skin twists your face back into a snarl.  Then they scratch your bum so all your hair comes off and you look like some ragged sheep before sheering, the ones that rub their fleeces off on the fencing!  They scratch your butt so you lift it up to the correct height for them and they keep stamping away until you are pumped up like a car in for an MOT.  Well, believe me - I am in no mood for a service let me tell you and I stick my tail between my leggies to stop the ramrod from hitting the spot ! 

Momma said I am naughty and if I wasn't such a tease the boys would leave me alone, but I am a sweet cat and quite gentle really.  However, there is no way on this planet I am holding my tail to the side for anyone. Unless they hold it for me!  This could be Momma's Plan B? She might have to hold my tail to the side for me - is this then classed as rape?  Bastet help me. I know you are the goddess of kittens but surely there has to be another way? 

Momma said she could do AI but her friends wouldn't do 'the job' on the boy cats.  Also, those swimmers only last 30mins so it would have to be a quick job all round.  So I guess that is out of the question.  Nope. Until the hoomans come up with a better idea, I am plaiting my legs and saying no to the blow!  So with sore ragged neck, bleeding and scabbed and smelling like an old goat. I am home and looking forward to playing with Pearls MiniCats.  

ManSlave has built us tiddling ladies a spare house as well as when we call so does the tinkling!  I can come in with my pants on for fuss and love and then go back outside for the day whilst the others have free roam of the house.  It is nice and cool out there too. A good breeze rolls through and the views are amazing over the wilderness nextdoor.  I suppose I must head for a bath again - this TCP smell is really getting to me!

​With love and purrs from your Queen Vee =^..^=  

It was a weekend of showing fun for Otta, Tilly & Flaire.  Each up for different certificates.  Otta, the first of his champion certs, Flaire for Grands and Tilly for a kitten experience day out.  Momma was Judging with the Mother of Bowtruckles, Miss Whimzeerex and Tilly's hooman was Stewarding.  

Flaire had a huge pen all to herself, you could fit in 3 cats with all the space she had. It did keep her quieter and stopped the flying at the bars to scare the judges and stewards. Apparently, from reports, she was very well behaved.  Mmmm.  I think they were being polite as one experienced judge called her a feisty little biatch, in a nice way you understand!

Their day went from good to amazing in just a short time.  Flaire had been entered incorrectly by the new GCCF computer system and put into a higher class called an Imperial.  She was judged as such and to everyone's surprise, she gained the IMP in each class.  Thankfully, Momma's breeder friends noticed the error and reported it to the show manager. Phew. She was successfully downgraded to a GRAND. Luckily she didn't have to be judged again.  She also gained a Best of Breed which then put her into the Best of Variety category and was chosen BOV ADULT.  It was like a dream.

Tilly had a super day too with two 1st certificates in her kitten class and a Best of Breed over 2 kittens.  She was then placed in the Best of Variety Kitten with all breeds in her section and came out tippy tipp top and was awarded BOV Kitten THEN she was whisked from her pen to the big navy blue show pens as she had won Best of Variety over the Adults, beating her Mother and neuters.  Everyone was gobsmacked and her Hooman, Mrs B, nearly passed out.  She made Best in Show runner up over a stunning Long Haired Oriental.  Momma was just a tad bit proud even when Tilly shouted her head off and hissed at the judge! Ooops. 

Now, we must tell you about 'Our Otta'.  He had moaned a little when he left home and must have plaited his leggies as during the show he managed a giant poop in his tray that they had a vet out to look at because he had split his bottom a little. He was disputing at the fact he had come home with  two blue rosettes and no red ones like the girls.  He did get a whopping first place in a side class of five other all breed cats.  He will also get a bigger pen next time because he had to be folded in the smaller one due to how big he has grown. The judge said he was nice but needs a better stop and to shake the guard hairs on his butt.  He is fine and we all love him, especially me, so it doesn't matter. 

I am still on my Hollibobs and will be home next weekend.  I stall haven't mated and have no intentions of ruining this slimline body of mine by filling it full of kittens and ruin my figure.  Nope, I just don't fancy the act of 'doing it' and much prefer looking out at the fields being harrowed and seeded that playing with the boys and heck, I have had the choice of three to play with and that doesn't include Otta!  I am just a tease. Hey ho - sorry to all those waiting for me to produce. This kitty carry cot is shut for the summer duration!

​Lots of love from your Queen Vee =^..^=

The more we hear about past Maystarlings, the funnier the stories each time.  The Flairelings litter was no exception where we hear that Elly, Lionel & Tilly Tickle are up to no good and being typical naughty but very lovable MiniCats that are growing into really big cats now and ruling their worlds and keeping their new hoomans on their toes!

We hear that Elly fits in purrfectly well in her Dutch home.  She still enjoys watching TV and snuggling in bed, where Mrs H declares that  "She loves to relax on my lap, all purring. And in the morning when I want to get up, she is lying there in my bed, exactly where I want to leave the bed, blocking the exit so to speak.  As I don't want to disturb her I leave the bed at the other side."  She goes on to tell Momma that "When I arrive home from shopping, she dives into that big Morrison's bag to investigate what I have bought. She hopes there will be tins of tuna in. She recognises them and keeps on screaming until I have fed her one of those tins."
Elly is still like a flying dervish and we did warn Mrs H and she said at the time "Ah, that is OK, it is normal Devon Rex behaviour, but we hear that Elly has taken her bounding to a level surpassing some of the Deons in Mrs H's home and she isn't always adored for some of the things she does. "When she feels like flying she is like a whirlwind. Up and down the stairs, making enormous jumps onto the cabinets and then throwing off the ornaments, preferably when Fred (her half brother) is waiting so she can aim at his head.  Only one thing I don't like at all. The moment I bend over she jumps on my back and starts using it as a scratching post.  But when I scream she jumps off again.​"

​Elly sounds a right little pest and recently there was a discussion on Face book about Tilly and Elly doing similar things​.  It made me laugh so hard because we are all renowned for the following at Maystar so everything is locked away, shoes, jewelry and such things we can steal.  I often steal lots of things and hide them in the cardboard hide out on the landing, until I peed in it and ruined it!  So to this end we read that Elly does similar things too. "Elly uses my boots to hide her treasures in is also nice. At first I didn't realise she was doing this so then my foot went into a boot and reached a nail clipper. Elly was waiting for it to happen and laughed. I know now what to expect and empty them daily."  I know she will be doing all the usual stuff too like opening doors, stealing food, emptying cabinets and draws, but these are just normal Devonshire acts. Elly has also had her tail measured because it was found to be very long indeed at a whopping 28cm.  She is 2nd longest in the 5 cats who live with her, only topped by her half brother, Fred, beating her by a cm.  Elly has  a whopping 5cm advance on the shortest tail.  Quite a tale has been told about Elly that's for sure. The best part is the stories of the love she gives and how happy she makes Mrs H. Just a shame about using her new Mom as a scratch post!!!  Ooops. That's what makes us Maystars so special though!

Lionel is growing fuzz apparently and is becoming quite fluffy in places and rides around on human shoulders and flies around him home like a crazed beast.  He opens the curtains most mornings, swinging on them and climbing right to the top.  We are told "Lionel does a good 'body run'. It takes us by surprise."  I know the one he does, races around and then launches onto his hooman or runs from floor to face purring on the shoulder.  That is a classic Maystar move! I would like to say that I taught them most of these moves and shoulder riding especially.  We used to all climb on ManSlave and chew him and maul him until he took us to the treat cupboard. 

Mr & Mrs S tell us "Lionel is utterly delicious, mischievous and hillarious. He does a spectacular vertical jump when he has been waiting to ambush you around a corner. He is super cuddly in the mornings and purrs very loudly."   We haven't had any reports of him stealing jewelry but the comment 'mischievous & hillarious' might give those types of behaviours away to the onlooker.  I can imagine he is quite the antic player and we know he is very loved and NOT for the children - and ADULT ONLY CAT we have been informed. Although, he does get on with everyone he meets and is very confident and sociable around everyone. 

I am still away, that's why I am doing updates about everyone because, basically, if I am not home - the place is dead and dull without me!  Nothing bad happens, nothing is broken or stolen or eaten or hidden.  Pearl is busy with the 5 boys, who are growing so fast and I am missing them all terribly.  I love kittens and they will need me.  My body has declined being in call whilst I am away.  I am a pest.  Momma sent a food parcel out for me so I don't outstay my welcome with my boyfriend. Faith is loving having Momma all to herself without me thwakking her on her face to move.  Lillibet and Flaire are still in a love of war they are always in. The love hate relationship.  Much thwakking and chasing.  Momma is going to give her a pill to stop her having a call and that should help a little bit.  But with me gone, Top cat status is being fought for and when I get back there will be a huge bust up I am sure.  Not with Pearl though, I love her dearly and she will always be bottom cat even with a litter of kittens!

I shall take my leave now - I have nothing to report only that my view is of boys boys boys and do i want one when I can? Nope. They don't turn me on at all once I am in their company - maybe I prefer ladies?

Bye for now, your loyal Queen Vee =^..^=

Six years ago  right up until two years ago to the date, we had so much sorrow at Maystar HQ.  It seemed never to end with kitten after kitten passing away and adult cats dying at a young age.  It was such a dreadful few years that we just couldn't see a way out of it at all until we were saved by our lovely friends at Esperanza who trusted us with the delicious Gracie (ESPERANZA ANNE OF MAYSTAR) and also the help and support from Peppadora Palaces with the use of her boys.  It changed the way we did things here at Maystar and we are always greatful for such leg ups.   Recently, we have formed an alliance with Whimzeerex creating a delicious boy in Otta (WHIMZEEREX MINISTER OF MAYSTAR) and we hope to work together to form an Otta-Line for the health of our catteries in the future.  So far over the last 3 years we have done matings with zero coefficiency over 10 generations - it sure is working for the health of our little ones.  The looks will come.  That is not a worry right now.  Winning at shows isn't as important as the health of our babies.

I am being quite the pest when it comes to getting jiggy with it and Whimzeerex have loved and cared for me in such a manner that I am used to that it feels like when I visit my mate Otta, it feels more like a fun Hollibobs.  None of us are sure if Otta is working yet or am I broken in the lady department?  So I have had to take a trip to Peppadora Palaces just to try a different way and sure enough, right on queue, I strolled in , raging with horemones and just like a switch, I went off call AGAIN!  So now I am trapped up in Yorkshire until I do something a bit more than bug hunt with my new mate there.  I feel a little sad because I wanted Otta babies first, but it is not to be and some other little hussy will take my place and have Ottalings instead of me. 

Whilst I am up here in da north, the family are loving life without me as I was piddling everywhere and stuck in a weird cycle of hormones.  Faith is loving it because she gets more of Momma with out me pushing in and Lillibet too is having more snuggles.  Pearl is missing me though, I can tell, she is happy with her MiniCats for sure, but looks for me quite a bit and Flaire, who is on a 'hate rage' about Pearl again, is missing me too, crying at night because her bed buddy is gone.  I have good company here, my new beau is nice to me and I let him sit on his towel and chat to me.  We catch bugs at night together, then by morning he is removed to his own quarters so we can both get good sleep and rest.  Momma calls it 'prickteasing'. I will let you know if it works?

The Minicats are growing strong and are fat and glossy. weighing in at 450g plus at four weeks old.  They are all so funny and busy.  I am missing them growing up and was looking forward to supporting them as they play for the first time, but alas, I may not even like them when I get home if the preggers hormones kick in - self presevation you know!  Pearl is an excellent Mummy cat and just dotes on those little men.  I mean, who has 5 boys??  We are an all girl family now - how did this happen?  To date there have only been 6 boys and a 12 girls in the last few years - girls rule OK!  They are going to be so much fun and look quite cute really.  The little on, Prince Wiggy, is a real fighter and is now level pegging with his brothers.  He is a wildling too - we shall have to watch him closely that's furr sure.

Momma is in a perpetual feeding motion and it is currently only 3 times a day, but she feels they are ready soon for 4 meals a day.  However, Pearl has lots of milky, so it doesn't hurt that she feeds them until a good six weeks before Momma ups the food intake.  They have raw meat patty in the mornings and then a quicky lunch of milky rice meat.  This fills them up until late evening 8 to 9pm where a further raw meal takes them through the night time.  They are all very well behaved and none like getting their feet wet, so they sit happily around the flat tray munching away.  Momma helps the odd few that get tired lickers.  Everyone must eat their fill, it's a long night.  They are awake at 3am and then at 5.30am - Momma beggs Pearls to let her sleep in until 7am. They are all good, but if Momma yawns - that's it... mew mew mew. the stand wobbling and holding paws up to be lifted out and kissed and of course weighed and fed.

It is all go everywhere and I try to keep you all up to date with what goes on here the best I can as this week is a bit 3rd pawed due to me being away.  I   still have a good grip of what goes on however, and do miss Momma's kisses as I know she misses mine dreadfully, like a part of her is missing.  She focuses in on me and we touch noses in our sleep and connect for remote love.

Bye for now from Yorkshire and hope everyone is enjoying this fine mild weather we are having.  Your loyal Queen Vee.

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This week has been a busy one for everyone.  The Pearlings are three weeks old and growing BIG AND STRONG.  With five boy cats, Niece Pearl has her paws at 'ten to two' in frustration.  She is a wonderful Mother and quite unexpected really.  Everyone thought she was going to be just a little bit M.A.D.  Maiden Anxiety Disorder but no. She has so far, in this three weeks, been a model Mummy Cat.   She didn't really have the best start to Motherhood as after the birth she lost all use of her legs and retained one of the placenta inside.  She had to go to the vets and have a check over.  Luckily, our new vets is really good and worked with Momma to administer all the natural remedies first and not rush in with the drugs, scans, Xrays etc.  Lots of fluids and recovery and out it popped a week later. She had eaten the other four on arrival, but this one she said was past it's sell by date! 

One of the kittens was a little weak and wobbly, he kept getting dehydrated.  We thought a few times he was a gonner, but no, he strived forwards and each time picked up and fought for his place at the milkybar.  Momma had to hand feed them all for 20hrs to begin with.  Dad's blood is a different type and it can kill the MiniCats.  Then Pearl and Momma struggled for a further 6hrs trying to get the milkybar up and running.  Finally, the end of a canula did the job with Pearl laying still and Momma sucking on that tiny tube to get the milky to flow and flow it did, right into her mouth... pthhh... salty stuff that is!  Finally, after a long 26hrs all five boy cats were latched on and drinking their fill with a further top up from the syringe for the weakest ones.  Now they are all gaining weight and fighting for the best nips as well as tasting Mum's raw turkey dinner!

Last month the Hoomans visited Pandora (MAYSTAREX ANNAVON KLEVE) at her home in Cheltenham.  Evey month we get a beautiful photograph taken by her owner Jan, who takes great pride in showing Pandora off to us.  She is better known as Pandy and still has not entirely accepted her dog friend Pheobe and teases her by jumping just that little bit out of reach.  She loves nothing more than sleeping on Jan's lap in the evening and watching birdies during the day.

Here are Floki (MAYSTAREX COUNTESS ARRAN) & Astrid (MAYSTAREX MAIDOV NORWAY) at their home in Swindon.  They make a formidable team. Floki, being the eldest, has tried to teach Astrid the ways of the house but Astrid is like a bull in a china shop - literally.  She has knocked over hundreds of glasses of water and broken a few mugs and glasses as well as trying to swim in the sink and bath.  Poor Floki, a real princess, is struggling to keep her under control.  But we mustn't forget that Floki did start out life at the Browns by shredding quite a few loo rolls!  Ho hum.

We heard from Gracie (ESPERANZA ANNE OF MAYSTAR) too this week.  It is a full year since she left home to live in Scotland with the Walkers.  This month they sent a video of her playing on the stairs.  She was playing with the children who were firing a toy up the stairs and Gracie had to batter the toy back to them for another go.  She did ever so well and looks so happy and contented and enjoys the interaction of the children.  My Mum Cat is such a beautiful cat. She even lives in a house where the carpets match her colouring too. I wonder if they ever lose her when she shuts those green peepers of hers?

Finally, and by no means least, there are Jaz (MAYSTAREX TUDOR TAPESTRY) and Jamie (MAYSTAREX JACOBEAN JESTER) to update you all about.  The 'Mad Hatters' as they are affectionately known are starting their long drive from Cobh in Ireland to Sicily tomorrow.  They have packed enough cat food for five months and unfortunately they can't take their new cat wheel with them.  Jaz is very upset about this as she loves to run on it - Jamie is secretly happy as his forced workout behind bars is nothing more than painful having to run for your dinner!  He has rung CatLine, but has been told that cats with the potential to have reoccurring UTI need to keep their weight down and therefore there will be no action taken.  We wish them safe travels and look forward to hearing about their adventures in Italy this Summer.

I have been at my mate Otta's house again.  He has moved diggs from inside to outside, taking up residence in a double cat pen turned into one so he could have me for sleep overs.  There is lots of room and space to play outside.  Momma got cuddles with him and I did my usual, Thwak him a few times and eat his noms just to show him who is boss.  He tried several times to jump my bones and I am not sure if I see him more as my friend and not a lover.  I get there and I am all turned on - then he jumps me and I switch off and want to watch squirrels and birdies instead.  Who knows?  It's best to just wait these things out I guess?

So until we know more on that - I hope you have enjoyed the monthly round up on some other Maystarlings.

From you Queen Pee, I mean Vee =^..^=

In our kitchen is a little tree
It is called Basil and smells of wee
Momma says she can smell that stuff
and that her sniffer has had enough

Round and round the house she goes
The smell of wee right up her nose
There I sit, head hung in shame
Whilst poor old Basil gets the blame

It soon dawns on Momma it is not Basil at all
She can smell wee in the lower hall
And in the kitten room too
And even in the down stairs loo

I have been around to mark my spot
my territory, my house, my lot
First I visit the bath for a pee
Just a little bathmat and me

Then I ventured into the kitten room
Where I placed my scent and my va va voom
I jumped aloft the mini fridge
and did a tinky, just a smidge 

Down it ran over it's convex door
Flowing right down until it hit the floor
Where Momma stood in it's stickiness
She sighs "Heaven help this mess"

I run and scarper as fast as can be
There is no proof, it wasn't me
Neither did I mark all the bedding
My need to pee is spreading and spreading

There is one place I am allowed to piddle
On a blue cloth in the bath I tiddle
It is a way to relieve frustration
At least I don't do it in the basin

I like to pee on our exercise wheel
I don't see the problem, it's not a big deal
As then, no one else can run
Coz it smells like me in the House of Fun

So to the House of Fun I go
Doors locked tight and I let it flow
Whilst in confinement over night
I do it then, just out of spite

So when I call for boys I am bad
It drives me potty and makes me mad
I hiss and spit and growl at mew
There is no more I can do

I have to wait my 'call' time out
Then I can play and love and yell and shout
There is nothing more for me to say
So I shall cross my legs and head for the tray

Queen Vee, 2018

As some of you may remember, it wasn't long ago I visited Otta, 21 days ago to be exact and in between that point and this I have called again.  This time with ferocious intent.  However, instead of trundling off to Otta again, I have been kept at home to have a full call with my Sister Flaire.  The noise we create between us is furrnominal so we have been sent out to the House of Fun over night to howl and yawp and yell all night long.  It is quite well insulated so we sound like wild foxes in the wilderness next door and the neighbours haven't said a word! However, in the house I sound like a Peacock and Flaire a strangles Goose. 

During the day we have the run of the house with everyone else and recently, because of Pearl immanent in popping, we have been allowed access to the lounge.  She feels safe here during the day away from Faith & Lillibet who won't touch her once she is up high on the cat post.  So access all areas it is.  Now, again, from recent blogs, you all know that I have taken to piddling all over the house. Well, Momma has caught me a couple of times now and we have come to an agreement that I am to only piddle in the bath on a blue cloth.  I like blue cloths and that way anyone seeing a blue cloth knows to be aware I may have scent marked it.  However, we haven't told ManSlave that the blue cloths we are using are the very ones he washes his car with.  ::Chortle:: 

So because of the yelling and the piddling Flaire and I are outside over night.  This does two things.  Gives the Hoomans time to get some sleep and it helps Lillibet out too as we stalk her all night long, chirruping and rolling about for her. We both love her SO much when we are calling and she is beginning to pluck her fur out with the stress of it all.  But hey, we honestly don't mind at all and race across the sky bridge in huge excitement, bodies quivering with anticipation of all the fun things Momma lays on for us out there.  We get fresh blankies (because I piddle on some) and lots of new toys each night and cat nip or valarian or lavender sprinkled about. We get a fresh rug on the floor to roll about on and express our inner lion on.  We play fight on the rug too.  Don't forget, we also have the CATS CLAWS WHEEL that we run and run and run and run on.  It is incredible to keep up our fitness and stave off midnight boredom.  We try and run together on it too, but Flaire is a bit dopey and runs behind me, slowing me down.  I am scrambling up hill and she trots down hill.  Sigh.  If only she would come beside me, we could trot together and make lighter work of it.   

We hear from Jaz and Jamie that they like their new wheel too.  It is proving a bit of a hit and at first Jamie didn't really like it very much, so their Hoomans made an external cage door to fit over the wheel and Jamie plods along for a few minutes each day.  He now goes on it on his own and Jaz runs super fast on it all the time.  Jamie swears this is why he doesn't go on it as much because his sister hogs it 90% of the time.  Jamie is on a diet, the same as Lillibet and Faith, he can't have a fancy machine SUREFLAP MICROCHIP FEEDER  like we have because he breaks into them.  So Jaz has to be fed way up high on the top of a huge cupboard he can't jump on.  They call it  'Jaz In Handbags' because that's where their Mum keeps all her precious designer handbags.  Lucky stylish Jaz. Eat all she wishes whilst poor starving Jamie has to work for his supper on the wheel!  Once he gets a little more stream line, he says he is going to 'Handbags' to get him some noms!  Nothing like a bit of incentive!  Where will Jasmine eat then?

At night, we are bribed with not only toys but a nice packet of JWB Turkey noms.  Flaire only really likes it when she is pregnant, so I get the majority of it of course.  Momma also leaves the packet top for me to play with.  That is hours of fun and in the morning, I trot over the Sky Bridge with the packet top held proudly between my teeth and present it to ManSlave in bed.  He then has to throw it for me until he gets up and goes for a shower.  I then wait patiently outside the shower cubicle with the strip at my paws and longingly look at him between the drips in the hope he can throw it again for me.  He does throw it the second he gets out and then I sit on the toilet and watch him shave.  This is normally Lillibets job, but recently she is stalking Pearl so I took her place.  He then dries off and goes to the cupboard for a shirt.  I can not wait for this bit, I wriggle and jump about from tall boy to side table, bed to tall boy and then the second his arm is in the shirt I make a bound for his shoulder.  It just seems a ritual now and I get carried aloft to the cupboard where he keeps the snacks and he presents me with mine first.  I take it gently and jump to the bed to munch it down like a starving beast and beg for more.  We only get two each and the rest of the pride are there on the bed waiting.  We all have to sit on command and some give a paw or beg and I am learning to 'high 5'  It is a good way to start the day and it makes ManSlave worth keeping.  He is very well trained now.

Right, Sunday is Roast day and today we have a nice small piece of local Sirloin, a Simmental steer from Kenilworth by all accounts.  I am going to make sure I get a few nibbly bits from the end to tidy it up a bit.  Then a short flash in the oven whilst we wait all together for the start of the Grand Prix.  We love GP day, the heating goes on and big thick ruggies come out and the Flying Frenzie gets a new feather end and we can play and jump about and enjoy our day off.

So, my adoring public, it is time to poke the beef and help with the veggies and try not to put a paw in the gravy mix or run off with with a Yorkshire pud.  Enjoy your day of peace and warmth too.  Love from your Queen Vee =^..^= 

Oi now, just wait a gawd darn minute here.  What on earth is this?  Suckling on the nips of your Daughter... now that is never right?  What a sneaky little pest my Sister is.  She sidled up to her Daughter Pearl and tried to pinch the milky bar.  There is no wonder Pearl has been screaming blue murder at her. Then when the hoomans come back into the room there is Flaire, sweetfaced, washing her daughter as though nothing is wrong and she DOES know it wrong!

Flaire had a funny upbringing, even though born here at Maystar, like me, our Mother Gracie was a tad crazy.  Both Flaire and I hanker after other comforts and Flaire's is nipple sucky.  She never quite got over the fact that our Mother beat us up after the age of a month and gave up all milky bar in an instant. For this reason, Flaire seems to give her kittens milky right to the very end and lets them have as much milky as they want.  I might be the same btw.  It is an over reaction from not having enough from the kitty cat Mum.  

Pearl is getting rather rotund now and we can count on a paw and a half as to how many she might have.  I purrsonally think she is stuffed full of 12 kittens but Momma said I was being over excited.  12 would be crazy and even the predicted 5 will be a pawful as Momma has to hand feed for 24hrs because of blood incompatibility. Momma managed 3 ok last time so 5 might be a challenge. I am looking forward to having babies around, they are fun and I get to teach them lots of naughty things.  Not quite sure how Pearl will take it all though?  SHe is a tad 'redheadded' if you get my drift!

You wouldn't believe the things that happen around here sometimes.  It shows just what separate little characters we all are.  Some are bolder than others of course and some are just plain, well, brattish!

Take those MiniCats that just left home, what calm little critters they were when stuck in a pickle.  Most of us may have panicked and done a runner but on this particular day, Elly stayed still and called for Momma's help.  They were all playing merrily with the Cat Frenzy toy, sharing the feathery end and playing with the string.  Lionel decided to pinch the feathers, backing up growling just like I taught him. Only, the string was caught up around Elly's back paw above the hock and wrapped once around her neck.  Momma had seen this happening and from past experience, didn't move quickly so as not to give her a fright.  Lionel pulled one side and Elly felt the tension which lifted her hind leg closer to her face.  She was in a noose and the usual response for any of us is now is to pull back or run as fast as you can whilst trussed up like a chicken to remove the items and fleeing from the enemy.  Sprinting over a few hundred meters usually looses your assailant.  In this case, she pulled backwards, nearly pulling Lionel's milk teeth out and then stopped.  This was good news as Momma was about to rugby tackle her and save her from injuring and scaring herself.  But no, Elly waited and then let out this almighty screech just like her Mother Flaire did as a young kitten.  That mad Momma giggle and Elly's eyes rounded and filled with tears, her feelings obviously hurt.  Oh no, wait, it was the string around her neck, making her eyes water!  Well, she was freed easily and she took it out on that feather end and her Brother and Tilly took an ear bashing.  She was looking the other way and didn't hear her Sister stalking her.  A fight breaks out - much squealing and shouting and all is well with the World. 

On a similar subject but not as dramatic.  When Flaire was a wee MiniCat, she was quite poorly with milk poisoning.  Even special kitten milky makes her tummy sore and very sick.  It all started when they were a few months old and Momma had made them milky meat for their breakfast.  Unbeknownst to Momma that Flaire was about to have a reaction.  It went on for some time and her little body was so sore.  The kindly vet had given her some special tummy stuff and flavoured electrolytes, which we now know contained types of milk products and all the time it made her worse.  Once Momma clued into what was making her poorly, she stopped everything and put her on raw food.  Everything stopped and she got better in days.  The only thing was, it left her very needy and she made this noise one day that the hoomas will never forget.  A wailing, semi screeching sound like a dying animal.  They both rushed up the stairs and there was Flaire, sat, perched up on the high cat post stuck with no way down for such a small kitten.  It was then that she learned to wail and screech at everything she wanted especially attention and this is when she became ManSlave's kitteh.  He pandered to her every whim.  As she grew and her demands were met swiftly, the noise was never heard again...UNTIL.....

Last week, it snowed.  We had all nipped across the sky bridge to watch Horrible Horrace munch on the peanuts from the warmth of the House of Fun.  At dinner time we all trotted back except for Flaire.  This is nothing new and sometimes if we don't want to come in we don't have to unless it gets past 9pm and then we do.  The snow was thin on the ground and the temperature had dropped making the sky bridge slippery.  Momma called Flaire in.  "Girlfriend, Poppet, Blue-eyes, Flaireeee. Come on love."  This usually brings her running and the neighbours must think we have a hundred cats with all the names we have each!  There was nothing, she sat in the window peering in at the kitchen, warm on her cozy bed, her tummy not rumbling too much and anyway, it was bitter out there, why should she run across that SkyBridge and make her paws cold?   An hour later, in the darkness as the outside bulb had blown, Momma called Flaire again "Poppet, come ON!" It was then that Momma heard it.  A scream that lasted for ever, a wail and a yelling of a cat that has slipped on the SkyBridge and broken it's leg.  With heart thumping she shouts for ManSlave to help.  ManSlave races outside, shoeless in the snow to rescue the screaming Flaire.  His heart in his mouth at what he was going to find. She was still wailing as he picked up her writhing little body from the floor of the cat pod.  But to his surprise, she began to purr and kiss his face.  Looking back on it, she was rolling in the light dusting of snow on the ground and yelling for ManSlave to rescue her as the SkyBridge was just cold and slippery and nothing had happened to her at all.  He smacked her butt, she wriggled and purred some more and together they came in.  The look she flashed Momma on the way past riding aloft ManSlaves shoulders was full of laughter.  Momma was so relieved and checked her whole body, bone by bone to make sure nothing was damaged and she rolled about purring and holding onto Momma's hand, pushing her head into it for more fuss, then trotted off,  feet warm as toast to raid her food machine for some well earned sustenance! 

​With love from your leg pulling felines and your Queen  Viktori =^..^=
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I am not a religious sort, I only follow the Pied Piper and Bastet, the goddess of protection and cats.  She was the daughter of Ra, the sun god.  What is not to worship there? We all, of course, worship the sun or rather THE ORB and have done for centuries.  Finding pools of orbshine to lay in and semi cook our bodies.  Oh yes - these things are for worshiping.  So too is the moon, we worship that too.  It's beautiful roundness every month dictates our moods and prepares us for the month ahead.  I can feel it's pull. lOnce I thought Momma said there were moaning monkeys with candles on the moon, but she soon explained when we were all young, that they were no grumpy candle holding gibbons on the moon only waxing and waning gibbous moons.  Well, when you are just a kitten it's all confusing, right?

So, with all this worship has arrived the oldest eating festival.  Ok, I know, It isn't really about eating, but that is all hoomans do these days without knowing it's origins or why the date changes every year.  There is a spring equinox and the first Sunday after the first full moon is when Easter Sunday is.  It's quite easy really if you follow the moon.  There is an added excitement this year because it is also April the first and that means pinching and punching everyone AND it's April fools day.  So many exciting tricks to be played out at Maystar.     

Pearl and Momma got ManSlave a cracker this morning.  Pearl trotted into the bedroom from the kitten room, Momma lifted her up and said "Feel those Pearlings growing in her tummy." Pearl sat square on ManSlaves chest and Momma pinched and punched him whilst he was occupied with belly rubbing.  He is the raining champion with 14 consecutive months, so the prank was worth it and Pearl fell about laughing at the rouse. 

We have already had a game of egg hunt. Of course, we can't eat chocolate.  It is highly poisonous to us felines.  So instead, every time we found an eggy, we were rewarded with a chicken snax.  We found so many that the chicken bits ran out and there was just dust left in the tin.  Faith poked her head in there to lick the dust and found herself stuck in the tin.  When she was extracted, her face was covered in chicken powder. It was hillarious. Not to be outdone, Flaire did the exact same thing, only this time she proceeded to wander around the bed bumping into the pillows.  We all had a giggle.  "April fool." We all shouted.  She didn't find it funny at all and when her head popped out, she growled and thwakked everyone for laughing at her.  Lillibet sat and washed her Mother's face and no one offered to wash Flaire's.  She ran to ManSlave telling him how mean we had all been to her.  He kissed and loved her, then said "Pthhh, what is all this dust on you... it tastes like....ewww, chicken!" That set us off for a second time and Flaire went off in a huff to watch Horrible Horrace in the garden.

Last week was Meowdy Thursday.  We all had our paws washed by Momma to show how she serves us as our pretend master and ruler.  Since Medieval times our rulers have given money to the paw.  This is still the same in our home today.  We give all our pocket money to a good cause.  This year, Kevin's (MAYSTAREX KING EDWARD-V)  Mum Mrs. H, is running in the London Marathon for Cancer.  We thought it a worthy cause. 

Did you know that eggs are associated with Easter as they are a symbol of new life.  It helps folks remember the resurrection of the Lord.  They represent spring and rejuvenation after the harsh winter.  There is obviously much much more to this Easter thing than I have explained, but I am a cat and if that King Slinky is ever resurrected, I will be in deep trouble taking over his slot on his blog.  We always think of KS at Eater time as this is when the lamb leg goes into the oven.  He would watch with deep fascination as it cooked and crisped up.  Then to the part where he got the bone to push about the kitchen. He, out of anyone understood patience and virtue.  Ok, maybe not virtue.  I currently hold that title, still being the only one not to have kittens yet!  I blame that Otta.  Young buck trying it on and not hitting the spot.  Sigh.  I shall have my virtue forever if he doesn't buck up!

Well, although the hoomans normally have a lamby for today, Momma said NO WAY!  We are having a break with tradition because there was a beefy forerib at the butchers with ManSlaves name on it and why not have something different?  I am quickly typing the ending so I can nip down and take my place of worship by the oven.  It is both warm and comforting place to lay. and with a lazy eye I can hold KS's tradition of roast watching and get all the good bits when it's time to come out.  We all wish you from all religions a very peaceful and loving long weekend.

​Your time honoured, virtuous Queen Vee =^..^=

There has been many mistakes here at  Maystar HQ. Most of them include the distribution of that tremendous by product we call peepee.  It seems that Lillibet was being chased by Flaire and not letting her get to the litter trays.  There are three of them and we all share really well providing Momma is there to clean them quickly.  Well, Momma was a tad busy on Friday morning and didn't do the mid morning scoop out.  This was all too much for Lillibet and she squatted in the new cardboard cube and peed.  She peed on the new Jackson Pollock Yeowww and on her feet.  It trickled out of the box and into the groves of the lounge floor and along the groves, downhill, to the fishtank and along to a box that needed returning to Amazon.  What an absolute mess.  She shook it from her feet and tiptoed about leaving a trail right to her and her hocks were wet.  She did it, fair and square.

Now, I know I have been caught several times leaving pools of golden glory about the place and I take full responsibility for those three I was seen 'doing'.  But now I have an ally and therefore I may not get the blame for every tiddle made in the absence of any visual spottage.  So was it me who tiddled on Momma's pillow before I left to see Otta?  OR.... was it really Lillibet....giggles.  Was it me who peepeed on the show clothes Momma laid out for yesterdays cat show or was it Lillibet?  You see, unless a DNA can be obtained, we are both safe from a slapped arse!  The best thing too, is after it has all been cleaned up, even as the culprit you may return to the scene of the crime and sniff until your nose flays apart and you flehmen at it.  This then confuses the onlooker to think that you didn't do it at all.  

It also seems that no matter how much scrubbing Momma does to the area with Safe4, we can still smell that incredible pheromone undertone that tells you one of us has visited said spot.  Really, it is clean and there is no trace with the black light.  However, we just love to wind the hoomans up and make out the area is still filthy.  I remember vividly piddling in my carrier after a show in December when I caught that awful bug.  No matter how many times Momma soaks and steeps that bag, when it warms up, it smells of me.  The same happened to her clothes on Friday.  Even though she washed them and sprayed them with special stuff, she kept catching a whiff of cat all day yesterday.  Then, very luckily, she realised it was wasn't actually her at all and someone else close by who must have had a stud boy. Phew. 

Today is a pee free day. We are all happy that there is snow as we are all still laying in bed snoozing our hearts out.  I have been helpy with ManSlave, who is making a beef stew.  I helped him trim the beef and eat all the little bits he didn't want.  Some of it was very tasty, some was a bit sinewy. It gets stuck to your licker and makes it hard to swallow.  Yesterday, ManSlave was worried about me and said I was being quiet whilst Momma was away at a cat show with Tilly and her new family.  He said to Momma that I kept gagging and had slept all day.  What I didn't tell ManSlave was I have been bolting my food and huffing as I eat if anyone comes close by.  The huffing sticks those kibbles into my gullet and eating so fast is making me burp.  I suppose to the worried ManSlave, it looks like gagging!  Once Momma arrived home, I was fine and happy again.  We all woke up and raced around the house and made everyone laugh. 

Well, after a busy morning of beating up Lillibet, thwakking the kitten and kissing Momma and writing all this I am retiring to my quarters to rest from my adoring public.  It is time for a rest and a snooze before I must gather myself for addressing the commonwealth later in the day.

​Your Queen Vee =^..^=  

We are getting reports of naughty behaviours around the country from MiniCats with their new families.  Obviously, Momma says they left home perfectly well behaved and we can take no responsibility for any crazy goings on after they leave.   However, we are all trained to attack feet and desecrate socks.  So they are not totally innocent when they leave.

We have seen pictures of dear little Sophia in a globe display ball made of glass.  She just hopped in.  It was ready for Xmas lights.  She also mauls her owners feet every day by sneaking under the duvet and munching on toes.   We have seen Astrid on video paddling in water and climbing up to the top of curtains and then meowing to be lifted down.  Pandora is an angel by all accounts and frequently takes her play time racing out on poor Pheobe the dog then goes for a paddle in the sink.  Floki is chief toilet roll shredder, she has gone through so many they now have shares in Andrex.  Lionel is being his helpy self by opening curtains in the mornings for his hoomans and doing full on running up their bodies, much the same as Elly is doing here.  Only yesterday, she ran up ManSlave as he was coming out of the shower.  Her claws were clipped today because of that little drama.

I think it must be the influences in their new environments that make the Maystarlings little terrors.  We are all perfectly behaved, even if we do have lots of playtime and ragging time between us.  Flaire has a penchant for eating stuffing from cushions or soft furnishings.  SHe nibbles a tiny hole then begins to eat the insides where the fluffy white stuff is.  So far we have been lucky in that she is sick and the fluffy stuff reappears with no issues.  She is NOT allowed in the office where all the fabrics are kept.  I am a sweetheart, I only do naughty things if I want attention.  Most of the time I just want cuddles and kisses.  That Elly though, she is one naughty kitten.  Momma has been teaching her basic Dutch phrases.  She knows how to say a sparrow in the garden.  That is all she will need! 

Lillibet, besides chasing us all about, are very well behaved.  They never seem to do anything bad a t all, unlike their family in Ireland who are forever up to no good knocking precious items from counter tops and crockery from the kitchen sides.  There is always a weekly report of things they have been up to.  Where as here, Pearl is just a plain bumble foot.  Always knocking stuff from the tops of the cupboards.  Often breaking stuff too.  Momma doesn't really think that is too naughty, more clumsy!

From our mad house to yours we all send naughty curtain climbing thoughts and hope you enjoy the shoulder rides and cat scratches we give you in love.

From Queen Vee =^..^=  
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There is nothing better than a dripping tap. The sound is in its self is enough to drive a cat crazy.  Some of us are a little more crazy than others about water.  Faith, for example, enjoys watching the water come up in the shower tray and will stand in the tray waiting for the hoomans to pull the plug in the sink.  She then gets all excited, tippy toeing around the tray waiting to spot the bubbling water.  She then scoops the little removable silver plug guard and runs off with it.  Ususally one of the hoomans stands on it whilst Faith laughs her head off. 

I like water, especially a nice fresh glass of water left out for a hoomans lunch.  My head is straight in the glass with my licker in and out before they notice me.  That's how I like my water.  All this stuff with dripping taps and plug holes is not my bag.  However, I do have a fancy for the loo flushing ceremony.  There is something just so exciting seeing the water go around the rim of the loo pan, I have to get my head right in there and watch every second until the soft close seat catches the back of your neck and you have to get out quick before it squashes. 

Pearl really enjoys water. So apparently do all her siblings.  We have reports that Astrid enjoys playing in the bath, the sink and any water left in mugs anywhere in the house.  She has also broken a few glasses. Oops.  Pearl gets all excited when the tap in the kitchen is turned on.  She can not wait to get her little face under there and lick away at the dripping water.  She loves the noise of it and enjoys watching it trickle away.  She will watch it for hours if someone would just leave the darn tap on for her.  My Mum Gracie is a water baby too.  Pearl is her double in this way.  Sometimes Momma even calls her Gracie sometimes by accident.

Lillibet couldn't care less about water.  She doesn't mind having a bath though. Not like the rest of us.  We are like wild creatures when being washed.  Flaire likes water, she is interested in the loo like me or sometimes when the sink is running she will have a quick look.  But that's about it. 

Faith gets uber excited if ManSlave gets the ice machine working and takes iced water from the fridge.  She almost drools waiting for a glass just for her for her, unless I beat her to it.

Here is to fresh water and clean whiskers.

All my love and fluffy stuff from Queen Vee =^..^= 

It just doesn't seem possible.  Where has 14weeks gone? The Minicats are leaving home and we are now looking past our Winter and into Spring.  It seems so warm and like Spring has come early.  It seems strange right now to think snow could make a further appearance and as  Punxsutawney Phil, the furry rodent, has predicted six more weeks of winter after seeing his shadow at dawn on Friday 2nd.  I always go by him, even if the birds are shouting "PICK ME-PICK ME" as the days get longer and the sun rises earlier.  Maybe he will be right?  I know Spring is on it's way because I feel frisky again and my loins are calling "PICK ME-PICK ME".  It seems I have a date booked to see Otta again.  Hopefully, this time I might just entice him good and proper and be a bit more grown up about it all.  It seems he couldn't wait and has taken another girlfriend.  A sirex number, with pretty blue eyes. An older woman it seems.  Apparently, he knows what to do now to impress a girl and quite fancies himself as a real stud now!

Pearl is being difficult.  No one is quite sure what is wrong with her?  Momma took her to the vet for a check up and a scan on her tummy.  They found nothing.  She is so growly and is on antibiotics.  When she takes those, she is ok again.  The sooner we can get her to see her boyfriend Picket, the sooner we can figure out if it is just hormonal like her Grandma Gracie.  They are very similar My Mum and Pearl, it is quite uncanny how it can skip a generation.  Of course, we are all hoping she doesn't have the mad 'eat your children gene' like Grandma Grace.

Winter seems to have created some rather fat critters here at Maystar and even though Momma brought a very pricey exercise wheel for us - no one, as yet, has used it!  Momma has found it hard bending over in the last 6weeks, but now she is feeling a bit better, it seems we are going to be trained.  Some need it more than others!  Mentioning no names. LILLIBET & FAITH... uhh-herm. They are a tad rotund around the middles and Faith is rather flappy about her lower belly and Lillibet is allowed to be a tad fatter because she can stress that right off in a week.  You can feel Faiths ribs now at least as Momma has them on a 'LITE' version of our food.  That part is working.  Momma also has to weigh out the food now too, because Lillibet is a gannet and will scoff the lot.  These electronic feeders are fab, but you can eat your weight in kibble if you want to!

Flaire is a little sad that her children have left home now.  Two have gone this week.  Lionel and Tilly Tickle.  Tilly was meant to stay here of course, but not all things have worked out so well there. She can only hear in one ear.  Good enough to hear food and toys tinkle. But not good enough to have babies from it seems.  That's fine.  I am Queen Vee here, we don't need any more Minicats - I shall make Momma a special chocolate one that doesn't get grubby like those white ones!  It doesn't help Flaire though. She is moping about and not eating very well.  She can be quite a brat where food is concerned.  She has to have special food too for her silly belly.
She will come around. She always does.  These Minicats have been so much fun, lots of games and now it's all change.  Poor little Elly is all alone until she can take her trip to Holland and her new family.  It is better too to travel in the Spring time as it will be warmer for the crossing. 

The only issue with me going to stud now is it will eat in to the Parentals Summer trips away.  We may all have to go caravanning together with kittens - that could be fun or a crazy disaster!  Watch this space.  For now, we will keep and eye on the birdies and the Horrible Horrace troupe of squirrels. They have grown to 7 of them now and so much gravel has gone missing. Our garden is more like a mud forest than a pretty woodland garden.  They munch our bulbs and take our food and drink from our water fountain.  But all in all they are fun to watch and play games with my Sister as though one is a squirrel one is a wild cat.  It lots of fun and quite exhilarating.

Well, this Queen must go and get ready to meet her man.  I need a milk bath and a manipedi before I go. I want to smell and taste my best for him.  Wish me luck!

Your loyal and loving Queen Vee.   =^..^=



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Currently, Pearl and I are trapped in the kitchen at night times.  It is mainly for girl bonding because she didn't like the smell of me when I returned home from seeing Otta last month.  It has taken a whole month to make her confident after the big fight between her, Lillibet & Faith.  So with Faith and Lillibet removed from the mix at night time, everyone sleeps much better knowing Pearl isn't getting a pasting. 

The other night, Pearl and I had the rice cereal all over the floor. They are funny and stick to your lips. (do cats have lips?) I am not sure if that was an accident or not.  Seems these things just happen around here and no one really knows why?  Then a few nights before that Pearl got herself trapped in an upside down cardboard box.  Don't ask, she is so clumsy that just happens too. She managed to eat her way out of that.  It took her a few hours, I watched in deep fascination as she chewed her way through the side leaving a rather XXL hole behind her. The kitchen floor had card confetti all over it in bite sized pieces.  Momma has been very busy in the mornings with the sweepings up. Another free for all - CHASE THE BROOM!  When we were little, we could all fit in the dustpan, now, we stand one paw in, holding it down for those really hard to get bits.  We are training the Minicats in the art of sweeping and pinching any tasty morsel that might come our way.   It is an important part of being a cat, it must be taught and passed on down the generations.

This morning, and I blame Pearl, there was rice noodles and egg noodles all over the floor. What a waste really, but oh what fun.  We ate most of the egg noodles and just played hard with the rice ones.  Most of them went under the washing machine and the cabinet on wheels.  No doubt they will show up when Momma does a deep clean. Until then, we can lay on our sides, fighting to get a bit out to play with.  Some of the bags were done up with big elastic bands. I am a dab paw at munching through things, so I nibbled the ends of the packaging until those little sticks of rice were set free to play with. 

ManSlave was the first one down, he passed Momma on the stairs saying "You can clean that up." Momma just fell about laughing and put all of ManSlave's half chewed egg noodles back in their packaging and threw her rice noodles away.  "That will teach him, hey girls?" She said smiling at us as we sat sweetly among our haul. Pearl had eaten most of the egg noodles as she wasn't hungry at breakfast time.  I was, I am always hungry, like I have worms. I eat and eat and gain tremendous muscles and run on my new wheel and get fitter and fitter.  Pearl is built differently, like an oompaloompa Momma says. She has more puppy fat according to Faith to can't talk at all.  Her and Lillibet are on strict diets ready for their yearly check ups. They have to lose 500g each by April. Me, I am getting ready for my visit to Otta again, so I need to be in peak condition for that.  Pearl said that Picket, her beau, likes his ladies a little more cuddly.  

Today is a beautiful crisp winters day with bright sunshine and singing birdies.  We are all off outside for a ramble and watch Mrs. Wren sort her nest out. She does like to tease us, nesting just out of reach of our paws. She is great fun to watch. Horrible Horrace and the magnificent seven are churning up the garden and poking gravel all over Momma's pots. They have ruined ManSlave's lawn too.  The rats have dug tunnels everywhere and running wild out there.  There is much to see and do and these easy sunny winter days are harsh of wind so we sit out in our heated cat pods just watching the day go by. Waiting for Spring to arrive and a flurry of critters to chase and eat.  More gifts for the hoomans and more roughage for us!

Your loyal and efficient rice Queen.
​Queen Vee =^..^=

It occurs to me that I am not being treated quite right.  It seems that these Minicats are getting everything they desire and more, but why?  I was never offered such tasty morsels and take advantage anywhere I can to pinch a bit of this of that.  Today's delights were sardines and pilchards. Boy do they stinky stink stink, but Oh boy do they taste yummy and quite refreshing after a packet food.  Pearl and I were delighted to be offered the roe from the sardines. This is THE very best bit and I am happy to add that both of us smacked our lips for ages afterwards and blew our breath into Lillibets face, she hates fish.

Fish is easy, it comes out of a tin, one pull, a quick drain and squished on a tray and sloshed down with a side of scales and extras that stick to your licker. We all spit out the little teeny tiny white bits that run down the middle of those little fishies.  The only reason we do is this is because Momma detests cleaning up these gritty little suckers.  Takes her back to salmon and cucumber sandwiches on the lawn, with the left over bits of salmon middles around the plate.  Shudder.  See, runs in families!

Meat is a bit harder to get sorted unless Momma buys it minced already, but those big beef chest thumpers and lambs tickers don't come neatly diced and packaged, she has to chop those.  So, on Sunday a new machine arrived, a mincing machine.  It looks rather fancy and makes more noise than the vacuum but less than the hair dryer, so it is worth investigating for sure and the fact that meat goes in one end and mince comes out of the other end just makes it better than any other household item in my eyes.  

It hadn't been here for more that 10minutes and it was already put to good use.  There was an old brisket lounging about in the freezer, it had been lost in the far reaches of the deep freeze and with a light trim all over from frost bite it was more than edible for us felines.  I tasted a few trimmings, they were fine, maybe a little lacking in the vitamin department is all.  Momma cubed it and started to push it down a long silver tube, this in turn took it to a bowl where it was ready to eat.  Well, it would be rude not to try some, so Lionel being the bravest nipped in for a taste.  It was a thumbs up from him.  His Sisters joined him and everyone was soon tucking in.

I was getting worried.  This is not the behaviour of Maystar felines.  We are NOT to steal or beg or borrow even.  But there they all were, all three of them just chowing down on a bit of fatty brisket.  I must work out just how this contraption works as it looks to be running low at the exit.  I try to feed more meat in the top with my paw and at one point I tried to push it about with my licker as it was slippery and I couldn't get a grip.  Down the hole it went. Blimey, good job my paw didn't follow that down the silver tube or else I might have been cat meat!  Momma said I was a chump as it was turned off and unplugged and I was a drama queen.  Pfft.  Nothing like a bit of drama to get your shin stuck on the blade.  Ignore the pun before I chuck another at you!

Momma has now minced everything in sight and even sent ManSlave  out for more supplies.  The freezer must be full at all times with at least one tray of meat in rotation. One tray is equal to 900g. It is quite a science you know.  That 900g lasts us approximately 2days so it it very important not to let stocks run low.  It is also important to have variety.  At first Minicats are all fed just Turkey, minced beef and a little pork for fat, then the pork is removed to make sure they don't get too fat. Miced lamb is added, but slowly at first, it has a strong flavour.  Especially that favoured Welsh Lamb.  That can blow your brains out.  We don't much like the Irish beef, not that we will be very popular for saying so, but you can really get your teeth stuck in that stuff.  I swear the Irish keep the best cuts and send us Devon's the scrag end.  We shall ask Jaz and Jamie to investigate. As far as turkey is concerned it has to be Norfolk and nothing else will do.  Nothing with too many air miles on it that's for sure!  None of your Alpaca, Buffalow, Camel or Crocodile here, just good British Stock.  Momma is a stippler for happy meat and that extends to ours too.

That's why we have to eat the JWB particular brand of food.  It is made in the UK and no import duties will be added if we ever get that Brexit thing.  I think that is a type of kibble?  I am not really sure what importing is either.  I thought that was something to do with the computer or is that in-port?  I think I misheard?  Export we can do... we do lots of that in the form of chocolate gold.  It is imperative to export all this good quality meat so that Momma knows just how much we appreciate it.  Ahh, I think I just figured out importing - that must be where the food goes in!

With lots of loyal and loving whiskery kisses from your Queen and Countryside.

​Queen Vee =^..^=

We all know that great sense of achievement when something long awaited is finished.  We had all been locked out of the kitchen so that we didn't disturb the artist in residence.  It seemed highly unfair.  So unfair I took to piddling on the minifridge to prove that being locked out, even with 3 litter trays to paw was still not on! 

Lillibet was outside with Faith.  They are usually out there for hours and never venture inside except for lunch.  Lillibet came in early!  That's all I can tell you.  We were all asleep, Momma went to answer the door and when she came back her creation had been artistically altered and hiding behind some bubble wrap with a set of paw prints trailing in soft cream was Lillibet! 

She had heard the door bell, trotted in through the cat flap, saw some new structure had been built, jumped right up onto it and it's wet pain and then tried to escape by firstly running to Momma by the front door, then trotting, just out reach, all the way back to the kitchen and up onto the work top and then down onto the floor again.  All the while trailing little paw prints of slimy paint in her wake on Momma's newly steamed floors!  Once she was caught, she had to have her feet washed and even though she is a a bit of a yowler and a thunderbus at times, she was remarkably well behaved.  Of course, because the washing wash taking place, the paint was drying faster than any paint on earth and setting hard in clumps and slithers.  Only on the floor, cupboards and worktops did it dry this fast - it took the original painted surface 5hrs!  That's life as they say.

Of course, the rest of us were really well behaved, piddling excluded. I don't count that as being naughty and really, it paled into insignificance compared to the scrubbing it took to remove every paw print from the deep grained laminate. Although, not a few days later I was observed taking a tinkle on the end of Momma's bed.  Right in front of her.  Next to the radiator so my butt didn't get a chill.  There are three trays upstairs, I had been in the gritty one, but since the cat litter was changed because our usual supplier had trouble shipping our normal stuff, I decided I didn't like the substitute.  The one in the kitchen is great, but I was locked out of there as it was early morning.  So I thought, why not just do it here.  So I did.  Right on the duvet, through the cover, down the radiator.  Yep. That felt good.  Flaire was disgusted and instantly sprayed the curtains and then Pearl started growling and sprayed the inside of the curtains.  It was a pee fest!  We all joined in and oh how happy was I running about the top floor in glee. 

The glee wore off when I was put in the kitchen the next night. Pfft. Now every time I squat anywhere I am looked at with great suspicion.  However, there is a silver lining.  I get a tray all to myself, my food pod opens when I go near it and I can eat heartily in front of Faith & Lillibet who's diet food doesn't taste as good as mine and I breathe on them as I pass.  Mmmm, rich turkey full fat kibble! 

​Your devoted widdlesome Queen Vee =^..^=

"Taa-daa." Says Elly, jumping onto the bed with her long leggies all tall and sticking out at right angles in that young, gangly, charming way.   "Mep Mep." Says Faith.  That means move back kid.  Don't come any closer or I may growl and hiss.  Elly hunkers down and the Mep Mep becomes less and a little sniff and hiss is exchanged.  Down goes Elly, she has been told in no uncertain terms that beds are for laying in and not bounding about in, making a din.  Elly huffs a little, full of beans and hardly able to sit still.  She does and stays quite still for a little while until Lionel arrives.

Taa-Daa" he announces in a squeaky voice fit for a large mouse with tuffty ears.  He gets shooshed by both Faith and Elly.  "SHHHHHH".  Pfft, like he is going to shh?  Nope, he carries on bounding about, back arched and tail above his head all floofed up, skittering about and then BANG.  Faith's mighty funderpaw descends on him and gives him a short sharp clout about the head.  His ears waggle from side to side absorbing the impact as he rallies himself for round two.   ding ding ding goes his internal bell and he tries again. Boing boing boing goes his little body.  Elly cringes knowing just what's coming next. He is pinned to the bed in a flash of an eye, Faith's black rippling fur like that of a powerful but slightly rotund Panther presses her face to his and says very quietly so no one can hear. "If you don't stop doing that kid, I shall eat you." 

Eeeek. Lionel, being the brave soul that he is, stumbles away, trying not to wet his velvet breeches, slithers from the bed, runs to his Mum, who is half the size of Faith and tells her that a big glossy black monster has just pinned him down and tried to eat him.  Flaire immediately paces towards the bed, floofs up her thin coat and leaps onto the bed.  Lionel is right behind her.  He pulls his licker out at his sister, who does the same.  Flaire and Faith have a stand off and very gently, in her sweet kind voice Faith pulls Elly towards her, lips curling at the distaste of what she is about to do, licks the kitten to show there is no truth in Lionel's statement.  Elly is so happy, pressing her face in for a wash.  As soon as Flaire's back is turned, she nibbles Elly hard on the cheek bones and hisses softly in her ear "You are next, I was just tasting you."

​We haven't seen much of the kittens on the morning bed since and 'that' Faith can be quite a Brahma. I am just a little afraid of her and give her a wide berth.  I can really wind her up though, especially if she is snuggled in with Momma.  I only have to show my face, strut along the pillows, taking the high road I slither into Momma's arms from shoulder height, ignoring the huffing and puffing black beast by Momma's side. I can't help look at her though with great respect, for a sweet, charming lady of the court in public, behind the scenes, she can pack quite a punch.  

Faith has taken a dislike to Pearl, she 'has it in for her' as the commoners say.  Lillibet too has got onto the band wagon.  You see, when us entire girls call, we fancy Lillibet and she takes great umbridge at that and goes to fetch her Mum.  Then it is like WWIII around here.  Pearl is a weedling, only just a year and very screamy cat if she she is cornered.  Sometimes she even annoys me with that screaming thing and I beat her up too, just because I can.  Then her Mother will have a go at me and we are there scrapping like a rugby team at scrum.  It is a fine balance being a woman cat.  Knowing when to back off and when to turn on the charms.  I need to practice a little more it seems, I am soon to be Queen of all I prevail and I must not let this squabbling go to my head. Ignore it. walk away and let the children fight it out for the scraps.

​Your loyal and ever loving Queen Vee =^..^=