It has been a whirlwind of entertainment here at Maystar HQ again.  It comes like that, nothing for months, then a total wipeout in two weeks.  On Tuesday the 20th May it began like any morning, Momma arrives in the kitchen to feed us Kitchen Cats and go about her catly duties outside, except, she didn't turn up?  She bypassed the kitchen and left the house before the blackbirds were up, carrying a heavy box of squealing and very H'ANGRY kittens.  We presume, by the smell of the 'vet carrier' under the door, they were headed for the vets?  I guess it would have been a tad cruel to feed the entire household right in front of them as by their screaming they had been starved since early doors, ready for surgeries of the birth control kind. 

The following few days were taken up with Momma and I playing nurse to a rather miserable Donna and Marlee May who had full lady speys - Ouchie, I remember mine.  Rufus Rex fared better with just his pompomectomy and was happy to play with Svein, except Svein called him a eunuch and SaBreena had to separate them.  Much like their Grand Dad Ikon and Father Magnus Rex who also had to be separated after much name calling this week. That all started over CatWomen.  I kept well out of that one and will report later!  

By Thursday, all the Breelings had bounced back and Donna tentatively lay about recovering happily.  Her 'booboo' much more dramatic than her Sisfurrs. She lay, paw on brow, whilst Momma syringed recovery water from a dropper onto her tongue.  Pfft, as soon as Momma was out of earshot, Donna was up - racing about!  You gotta congratulate the kid on an Emmy well received.   Fast forward ten days and Donna was packing her bags and headed off to live with the comedian, Russell Kane, and his family of 2 cats. there is Terry, Roy and Pug Colin and not forgetting a Mini Person too.  She made instagram by nightfall with a training video and copious amounts of fun pictures too. On the Caturday, Rufus and Marlee left for Wiltshire to join two large household cats, Jasper & Lulu, that tower over them.  They are destined for the quiet life, just Mum, Dad and a new sofa to lounge on.  Svein had a more adventurous Sunday and is usually the boldest and bravest of the litter, turned sissy and was beaten up by a young minicat named Rexy in the MINOAN household.  A week on we have reports that they are best of friends already and that Svein is very posh when he meows and purrs like a train.  

We wish the BREELINGS 2021 wonderful new lives with their hand picked families. 

The honeymoon period is over between Ikon and Son Magnus.  We had a wonderful year where they got on great guns providing that Ikon was kept subdued and calm and absolutely no testosterone in his system. Unfortunately, the Neuter-UM chip wore off and he became the aggressor and began to torment Magnus.  Then, one morning it became a battle of wills as neither would step away from a brewing fight.  Having seen the signs before, we all took cover as the snaking wildlings took their weapons in paw, shields up and attack..... Mid flight, Momma caught Ikon but he did a double take and ran at Momma, who grabbed the nearest bin lid and pinned him to the ground where upon Magnus took out a sock filled with rocks and headed full on for the noise under the bin lid which was kicking and screaming under her hands.  Magnus went for a full on all out battle cry, mouth like a gaping banshee and snaking his body sideways.  Momma took up her next weapon, a bamboo cane.  Wow, you should have seen her twirl that thing this way and that to block his advances as she backed further towards the side of the house where there was a bucket of rain water.  She had one foot on the bucking bin lid and was outstretched, waving her cane like a Hollywood jazz act towards the water and splish splashing Magnus with it.  Hating water, Magnus backed down and now bored and wet returned to his side of the garden.  Ikon was mad but confused and was scooped up and swiftly put over the half door of the main House of Fun, very quickly I might add.  Magnus was corralled into Al-CAT-raz to live out his days in solitary.  

So now, there is twice the work, twice the cleaning, twice the cuddling and twice the bowls, the treats, the vitamin pastes, the littertrays (not that they are using those) and twice the stench as they play piddling wars across the garden at each other.  It's a crying shame.  Luckily, ManSlave takes good care of Ikon's needs with manchat in a sweet bromance and Momma tends to Magnus with cuddles and kisses even on his smelly piddle feets!  Faith sometimes visits them and keep them company on runs about the garden and won't stand for any of that boyhood nonsense either.  

It all is taking it's toll on the house dynamics too as often Flaire and Pearl would enjoy girl time in Al-CAT-raz with their own cat wheel and special treats during the day away from the fray of Breelings, Roblings and their prospective Mothers. Never mind.  It can't be helped.  The house is just a bit on edge and it all takes it toll on all things . Health, happiness and kindness to each other.  It's kill or be killed. End of!

Your, keeping my head low, Queen Vee =^..^=

You never really know who will make the first break for it out of the miniest of MiniCats.  But, I can tell you, when I saw it, I nearly couldn't believe my peepers.  There was Duke, the most chillaxed of the Roblings, mounting a scaled detail out of the kitten pen.  His crampons set to stealth mode.  With a bit of scrabbling here and timed launching jumps, he scaled the un-scaleable slippery walls of the enclosure and landed square on the bench.  From there, he teetered on the edge like a lone lemming and then parachuted off the perimeter to the open ground and made a mad 'loo brush' tail dash for cover.  Never in all my days have I seen such a feat at such a young age.  He then went on to squeeze back into the kitten pen, opening a gap whereupon letting his fellow troupes out from the boundary fence line and all four made a break for it, out onto the landing.  Their cover was blown by Filly's trilling and much thwakking of her fury paw in the hallway!  Note, I did not raise the alarm - snitches gets gets stitches!!

Robyn was there in a flash, trying to round up the four escape artists and it was like a scene from the 'Laughing Policeman'.  Kittens rolling everywhere in hysterical laughter at being caught.  I swear they have been on the gas 'n' air!!! Poor Robyn was distraught at trying to shoo them back towards the safety of the kitten pen whilst all the other Mothers laughed at her from the side lines giving their ten pence worth of support.  She was non-plussed by their chants and a few got a fist full of fivers to take away with them.  Me, I said nothing.  I was like a cat caught watching ants run back and forth on a summers day. Quite content with my lot sat out of the way, however, I did take umbrage at Filly clouting Duke and gave her a swipe as she passed by, there are rules and she is not a follower! Heck, everyone loves a drama, but not everyone wants to be in it!

Momma soon had everyone sorted with kitten pen extended, barricaded and filled with so many toys they forgot about escaping again. I remember my days as a teeny dot.  I was forever breaking free and racing about Momma's office because my Mother, Gracie, used to dump me out of the nest into the litter tray, so I lived with Momma in a small basket by her desk.  That didn't last long.  FREEDOM!   I remember when Robyn was tiny, she climbed the walls of the kitten basket at just two weeks old. Being hand fed made her very excitable too. I think it's something in that milky rice Momma feeds us?  Gives you jazz feets, the type that don't stop tapping!

Pearl is the biggest escapologist in the family, she can sneak out of most things and especially over fences, luckily, she always comes back when called with a sulky look on her face.  Faith is smart at escaping from a cat carrier. She HATES travelling in one, too many vet visits.  She is a dab paw at unzipping the zippers and has to have hers tied up or locked.  Momma brought a new crate for her to travel in because she is super sneaky!  Ikon made good his escape last week when he saw Pearl squeeze through the communal fence into the big garden beyond.  He did the exact same move but got his head stuck. He couldn't go forwards nor backwards so ManSlave had to rescue him.  Magnus Rex is not into such simple escapes, he likes a wilder freedom and can jump square onto the shed roof and tootle along the ridge, slip slides on the plastic roof, up to the apex and along the sky bridge to the flat roof and from there he can watch the neighbours in their hot tub! 

Filly can climb anything, can run faster than anyone and doesn't listen or come back.  She is a foot dodger, a shoulder surfer and all round wild beast.  Nothing can contain her and she doesn't like rules.  Maybe as she grows she might calm down?  I am guessing not!  We are dreading her kittens antics!  SaBreena is a cool chick. She can pick a lock with a single claw and scale the highest doors.  her escapes are more sedate and as not to draw attention.  Lillibet has never escaped anywhere or anything. She is too good.  Takes a leaf out of my book.  We were dragged up proper you see. Flaire is a queen and above anyone else, she only has eyes for ManSlave. She would simply await her golden chariot, board it and leave with a parade of well trained mice pulling it. 

That's all for this weekend.  With love and joy in our hearts from your Queen Vee =^..^=

You know, you can't get the staff around here!  Momma was laid up for an entire week with her titanium spine ache and had to take so many drugs that she could barely type her name, let alone write my blog with me. Ah well, I got the privilege of snoozing in bed with her and huffed at anyone who came near.  She let me sleep under her knees sometimes until she drifted into a drugged sleep and squashed me, sending me flying out of the floofy blankie quick smart. 

Occasionally, I allowed the kittens into the bed with us where upon I could keep them at a distance with a stare or a small snort. You see, I happened to eat some of the kittens fish one lunch time and had a breathing attack again after a rash broke out all over me. Luckily, ManSlave has those special pills to reduce allergies and I was breathing again and looked less like a fuzzy lobster.  So I was also playing 'sicky' in bed.  Well, that's my excuse!

I missed telling you about the Easter photo shoot of the Breelings and just how funny they were being put into a basket, which was surrounded by colourful balls and eggs, none of which made it into the final photos.  They had beaten up every shiny thing, spilling the toys and eggs all over the floor.  Momma placed a kitten in a basket and got the camera ready and zoom, gone... She got the camera ready and put the kitten in the basket, nope, zoom, gone.... She had to hold the camera in the end and try to focus on a kitten and again, zoom, gone.... This was not going well this week, they were too hyper.  She had Donna hanging from her jeans, Rufus jumping for the waggle toys, Marlee yelling her head off with frustration of not getting the toys and Svein launching himself onto anything that would take his weight, including the curtains and the lighting boom.  Crash!  Out of 100's of images, there were 4 possible ones and Svein's were STILL blurred despite him having the most shots taken of him. 

I also missed telling you about Marlee May & Rufus Rex's parents visiting and how dinky they found us all.  The Mr said that Magnus was small. Well, Magnus took offence at that and tried to puff himself up into a giant cat, but soon deflated on the Mrs lap for a cuddle.  He showed them his pompoms and Ikon flirted with them running on his wheel and tried to butch up his muscles to look extra hench.  Nope, the Mr said that they were small compared to their Top Cat at home.  Me thinks he must be one of those mainecoon jobbies as they have pompoms the same size as Magnus & Ikon ::now imagining tiny Magnus & Ikon on back end of another cats butt::
Then, they saw all those little minicats and the oohs and aghhhhs soon came out with how dinky they were.  Rufus Rex thought that was silly because he is a great big lump of a boy and despite his initial 'don't look at me I am not here' he too puffed himself up and showed off his sleek long structure and that he was going to outgrow his Daddy!  Marlee doesn't care for that, she likes being a tiny dinky thing and is proud of her svelte figure.  These millenials, surprised she isn't vegan - oh hells bells - can I even say she anymore? 

With Momma stuck in bed, ManSlave had to help out in the cat department and he did an OK job.  It really brings to light that Momma needs to label the new food canisters to the feeders as they got a bit mixed up and I got chicken diet food which made me scratch, Faith and Lillibet got Filly's full fat food, Filly got my Rabbit food and now won't eat her full fat one.  Ooops.  Faith put on 100g in 3 days! She ballooned and floated past Momma on the landing one afternoon and I threw up at her feet and it was then she spotted the problem. My food is not little triangles but small flowers.so Momma went downstairs on her butt and sorted out the problem and put an end to the free for all.  Filly was most put out and now hovers at my food machine hoping to grab a bite.  I give her a short sharp slap and she growls at me. Pfft, you don't scare me young-un, I invented growling!   

Yesterday, Donna had a visit from her new family.  She did really well as did SaBreena who had never seen a mini-person before.  Donna took just a short time to come out and meet her doting family and was soon playing and being cuddled and kissed by them.  I don't like mini-people unless I am at a show and I am looking down on them.  It's a shame as I can be lots of fun and give everyone else confidence.  It was good in a way though as these babies are going to busy homes and won' have me there to hold their paws.  They have all been very forward in this litter and are downstairs for most of the day racing about together with Filly's help.  It will be pick uop time soon for the Breelings after their neutering and final vaccines.  Yikes, then those Roblings will be out and about creating havoc and them being my Great Grand kits they will be C R A Z Y!!!

So, last weekend, you all missed the amazing spring lamb lunch of which we all got a nibble as a treat and now, this weekend, I have the smell of free range pork defrosting in the microwave ready for the oven later today.  There will be no pork for us cats, apparently, it can carry worms and creepy crawlies that upset our tummies, so we shall wait for it to cook and try and swipe a slice or two providing ManSlave doesn't dress it in that smelly sage stuff!!!

I am off to supervise and make sure he knows what he is doing - we don't want a mix up like he did with our food.  Momma would never forgive him for getting the Sunday Roast mixed p with a bowl of cereal!!

​With love from your all wise Queen Vee =^..^=