A BIT OF A BREAK
Uh oh.  Yesterday the black overnight bag was packed, It is good in one way as when the rucksacks come out you know the Parentals are off for more than a night or two.  Well, again, no one else has noticed but me and I have also noticed that my little bag is also packed with my food & kibble.  This is kind of worrying because I was looking forward to beating up Mr.Zeus without the Parentals telling me off.  We used to be such friends, but lately we are squabbling.

So it is to be that I am a little traveller and on goes my special black collar with the studs and I am loaded into the car to sit on Momma's lap in a warm blankie. At first I hate it, but now I am here in Wales after a 4hr drive, I race around the house, Aunty Joey gets out my scratch post from the attic and I play like a kitten.  One thing I really like about being at the Grand Parents is I get to chill out and relax and have ManSlave & Momma all to myself. I purr and purr and am quite demanding, but they love it really! ManSlave often leaves his paper for me to read and I can just veg out, then have a play in the bidet and wash my feet!

ManSlave doesn't know why I have to come with them, but I think it's because I am a real pain in the butt and even if they don't get any sleep because I wake them up at 6am, I still get to go so that the others can free feed without me gobbling up every biscuit in sight. They will all be angry and upset when we get home because Road Trips are for special cats and I am a very special cat indeed.

KS =^..^=

THE ROYAL WAVE

Yesterday saw Lillibet take to the stage on Momma's stall at a local cat show.  She had a special pen constructed of red velvet, a crown bed and lots of gold and diamonds.  After all, we are royalty and she is more so being an Elizabethan Poem! She sat elegantly all day on her heated pad showing off her Jewelery which was made especially for her out of cultured pearls to match her colouring.  She purred and purred all day at anyone that wished to speak to her.  She was a real princess and so well behaved.  Well apart from when a Judge made a comment about her nose that was less than complimentary and she struggled and scratched the fleshy part of his under wrist. Outch! She wasn't having any of that, because she knows she is perfect. 

Because Lillibet & Momma had been out all day working the crowds, today we all did nothing but watch a film and snuggle on the sofa.  ManSlave had the food under control and he was torturing a piece of Welsh Lamb with some red wine.  Why did he mess with it? I could have had me some of that if he had just left it alone with a tad of salt. I, of course Yawped and Yawped because it smelled so good.  It was futile because wine would not agree with my troublesome tummy. Dang... I was sure it was a dead cert today too!  Well no doubt the princess thing will go to Lillibet's head and she will make us all bow down to her desires and needs and demand much more love that she rightly needs, but that's princesses for you, all tantrums and tiaras! 

KS =^..^=

DOWN THE DRAIN

Every night around bed time Mr.Zeus and Faith trek to the shower tray and wait for someone, anyone, to come and fill the sink up, brush their teeth or just run the water so the drain makes a noise. There is a detachable plug cover that they frequently remove and lost somewhere under the bed. Often though, they sneak off with it and leave it just outside the en-suite door where upon one unsuspecting Parental stands on it in bare feet.  This finds the two of them rolling about laughing at the pain they have just inflicted on an unsuspecting human!

There is a strict routine and woe betide anyone that tries to put them to bed early.  They whine and squeak and if it's not quite the Parentals bed time, then it is just easier to run the water quickly and give them a fix.  Sometimes though, the Parentals have a shower and this causes problems as they have to wait outside the cubicle and oh, what a noise!  Faith just squeaks and squeaks until the door opens and Mr.Zeus just goes one step further than this by trying to climb the walls using the towel rail, a boat (that is now well screwed to the wall), a bathroom cabinet and then peers over the top of the door and wants to jump into the shower with the occupant.

It is transcending to Faith's progeny too we hear!  Lillibet is getting the hang of stealing the plug cover, but Jamie, who went to Ireland in December, is a bath plug stealer too!  When Jaz & Jamie lived here they used to spend alot of time in the shower tray and have obviously carried this behaviour on to their new home. It is so funny to think that these little traits carry on over the course of Devon Rex history.  This must be in the genes, along with the tearing tissue gene, chatty gene, door balancing gene and the perpetually starving gene! Speaking of which... It is snack time at Maystar Devon Rex and I am off to get my treat ball out of the cupboard... well if they forget to put on the child lock, I may as well help myself!

KS ^   

BED AND A BATH

Well it's been a full week since I tried a little 'kitten milk' that I stole from Lillibet which made me very very poorly from both ends all at once. Momma had to hold me up because I was staggering and falling everywhere with exhaustion.  You see, kitten milk is lactose free, so who would have guessed that it's not the lactose that makes me react like this but whey!  WHEY I TELL YOU!  I have never been 'this' ill before.  My skin was almost bubbling with heat and all my blue veins were sticking out and my eyes clamped shut. The most embarrassing part was when Momma stuffed a thermometer up my bum to find out my temperature had actually dropped.  I mean, why does she do that?


After a dose of antihistamine and a long sleep I woke up and demanded food! YAWP I shouted, YAWP, YAWP, YAWP.  I was back up and running again and all they fed me was chicken stew...... how is a man to live on that, I needed kibble and a side of steak!  So the allergy was a bad one this time, I admit that it was partly Momma's fault and partly mine, because I should know better, but oooh that milky was so good for around, mmmm, 6 minutes! Well at least all the emergency meds are in the house and I will never again be allowed any kitten milky EVER AGAIN! 

Yesterday, we each had a bath, some of it was to do with the fact that I was covered in scabs from my allergy and some was because I had peed on my foot.  I mean, I am nearly 7yrs old and I actually peed on my own foot and then all the clumping cat litter began to clump and I hopped out, three legged with a setting concrete bootie on and made my way up to the Parentals bed to see if I could dislodge it. The parentals bed is of course, the furthest point from the litter tray and the cleanest part of the house being lovingly ironed with Egyptian cotton cream sheets. It was the trail of gray cement clumps from the tray directly to my foot that gave it away. I had to admit, when Momma found me, I was so embarrassed for the second time this week!

So because of me, everyone had a bath.  Mr.Zeus had a mousy belly, but got a full wash and dry and in my opinion looks a little 'poofy' now!  Faith had a stinky bum and mousy feet so had a special 'ladies wash' and poor little lillibet didn't deserve any of what she got, her first bath of feet, bum and belly!  I mean the poor little babe just wasn't expecting baby shampoo in all her most secret places.  Oh the look she gave Momma was one of shock, then acceptance, then murder in her eyes!  As ManSlave said... 'well at least her chocolate button is clean now!'  
Now Momma is away today, doing Cat Club stuff and all I can say is there had better be a serious amount of accidental overfeeding by ManSlave  and a decent roast in the oven or there will be some serious YAWPING to be done!!!

KS =^..^=

EVERYONE HAS A VALENTINE

As you know I am a big ORB Worshiper and yet over the last few weeks there has been nothing but Orb Cover and some damp white fluffy stuff. Yesterday, I saw a wonderful Orb Rise and wondered if it may continue?  It didn't the damp white stuff proliferated our world again.

So, I ask what to Worship next? I am waiting and waiting here by the kitchen window and it feels I should be worshiping Orb Cover instead of the Orb it's self!  In all of this, waiting, I am constantly being harassed by two mad women that follow me around like some crazy fans after their Pop Idol.  It is both annoying and bothersome when occasionally Faith takes to 'sitting on me head'.  I have tried to bite her bum, but she goes into a frenzy of rolling and chirruping.  I just can't win.  

Now up until yesterday, I had been a bit poorly (but that is another story) and I had told Momma 'I am fed up with these women sitting on my head".  So she made a special extra large paper Icon of me so that Faith & Lillibet could throw themselves at my feet and worship me and sit on me without me even having to be there, leaving me to do more important things like check out the kitchen sides for a missed morsel. After the week I have had, there is no way I am missing a meal again. YAWP!  

So that was that and it worked I tell you, they came, they saw they worshiped and I could watch from a safe distance and not even be involved.  I quite like my new image with the bright green eyes and yesterday we had a little chat about the weather. He doesn't say much this papery fellow, but he sure is taking the heat of the real King Slinky.  Now to see about finding me a valentine for today.... after all this shunning of women there is only Mr.Zeus left.  Oh Mr. Zeus, do you fancy a little tete-a-tete over a few shrimps and a beer?


KS =^..^=

KUNG HEI FAT CHOY
In our home we like to follow some Chinese beliefs. One of these is the Chinese New Year and all that it brings.  This year is the Luna Year of the Snake and one that will bring great fortune and allowing to rid ourselves of old skin and have a fresh start.  So, I was wondering after our traditional lucky chicken lunch, what animals we represent in the Chinese Zodiac.  

Faith is a Rabbit. Everyone likes to be around a rabbit, they are affectionate, obliging, and pleasant. However, can get too sentimental and sometimes seem too delicate. They keep out of disputes, even if they have to turn a blind eye and walk away.  Well it says it all really, this is faith down to a T!

Lillibet was born in th eYear of the dragon.  Dragons are full of vitality and enthusiasm, Dragons are popular individuals, despite being seen as foolhardy or crazy at times. They are intelligent, gifted perfectionists that are demanding of others. Dragons enjoy attracting attention. To Dragons, rules and regulations are made only for others.  You see, this is Lillibet too.

Mr.Zeus in an Ox and at times can be chauvinistic and demanding. In fact, the strength of an Ox comes out in great shows of determination, obstinance and defense for what they believe in. Although they enjoy their private life and doing things on their own.  Well I couldn't have put him better myself!

Now there is ManSlave, he is a Lion in the Zodiac and a Tiger in the Chinese Zodiac, so a double dose of feline integrity. Tigers are sensitive, emotional and capable of great love. They are extremely competitive, especially when it boils down to honor or protecting the ones they love. They need independence but love to dominate and make great natural leaders. This is very true of ManSlave and of course he is the head of our little Pride

So what of Momma and me?  Well we are a pair of pigs and together we make splendid companions. We are intellectuals with a very strong need to set difficult goals and carry them out. We are sincere, tolerant, and honest. By expecting the same from others, we are incredibly naive and sometimes taken advantage of. Regardless, we seldom hold a grudge. Pigs are exceptionally funny and good-humoured and will overlook other people's faults for the sake of social harmony. We love our homes and spend most of our time and energy indulging ourselves with the best of everything.  Well, just to quote 'Mary Poppins'  We are practically perfect in every way! 


KS =^..^=

IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE

I mean, really, have you seen what they are making me do now?  There I was innocently laying in the Orb Rays when I am grabbed from behind in a sneaky maneuverer and plucked from my nice warm spot to be dumped in the palatial surroundings of the Kitten Room - why?  Well I tell you why.  There is this test kit out for a Renal Failure study in cats over 10yrs and Momma thought it a great idea that I take part.  After all I do have this slight dicky ticker and the last thing I need is a kidney problem, so at age 7yrs I have been offered the test.  So, without asking I am dragged kicking and YAWPING to the MiniCats domain and shown a pink litter tray for me to piddle in with special little non absorbent beads.  Well let me just set the rules straight here:-

1. I DO NOT pee in anything pink.
2. I have been forbidden, since I don't know when, not to pee in the kitten trays.
3. I can hold my urine in for more than 12 hours
4. I like to eat plastic beads
5. My will power is stronger than theirs.

So with those things just laid out, you can imagine what the last few days have been like? Picture me, the pink tray, the exciting white beads, the full bladder and a bowl of water.  You would really think that I may finally, after hours of being left with these items, have to use one or the other... But "I.T." has been watching me and I assure you that the leg giggling the Parentals can see on the spy camera was in no way related to me needing a pee so badly that I was fit to burst.  No the leg jiggling was to distract them and think I was bored.  So after a few more paw twiddles and loving looks at "I.T" they opened the door and out I shot like a cat possessed and made the litter tray in the kitchen and relieved myself in great gushing pools.  Well, 3 days of this has gone on and I am yet to pee anywhere but my designated litter tray that is mine and is filled with luxurious deep and comforting litter.  I think they may have to give up on their plight of a Tinkle Test from me and rope some other poor unsuspecting feline into their survey. Oh Mr.Zeus, come here a minute mate, I have something to show you!

I do agree that the scientists require my piddle for the better of lots of other kitties, but I for one can't really see what's in it for me.  

KS =^..^=

 

BOXING CLEAVER

I have been awakened by the aroma of Roast Pork.  Well if the Parentals are trying to make up for not being home last Sunday, they sure are doing a grand job of apologizing.  My sensory buds are alive and I haven't stopped YAWPING all morning in the hope that this may bring a taste of the piggy.  I am still YAWPING unashamedly even as I type as my tummy is doing somersaults with anticipation of a singular lick of an abandoned plate!

On the subject of somersaults, Mr.Zeus and Lillibet had the funniest half hour with an old Xmas box.  Mr.Zeus was so happy to find it on the landing and made it his own.  He was ecstatic that he alone was invisible to everyone around him and he could snoop and watch Lillibet mooching about.  Well he made the mistake of moving and the shuffle drew the attentions of a very curious Lillibet who wanted the box more than Mr. Zeus and set about getting 'just what she wanted'.  Oh poor Mr.Zeus did look terribly perplexed at times as she took over his little domain and wouldn't let him back in.  Of course, no one is in the box now, abandoned for some other challenge.  Maybe I will have a snooze in it later!  Check out the BOXING CLEAVER action here

Until then, I am pounding the kitchen sides, kissing unweary foreheads as they bend to cut and trim carrots.  Making my self very noticeable by helping to stir the gravy with my paw! Really, will I ever get a piece of this smell that is driving me to distraction.  How it never effects any other cat in the house is beyond me?  Are their sensory powers of scent totally lost?  Who knows, all i know is I will continue the YAWPING until one of parentals relents and gives me the crackling!

KS =^..^=