What a wonderful few weeks of Orb Shine we have been experiencing and there has been so much for us to do, especially Faith, Lillibet and myself.  We have been allowed out into the entire garden to mooch and wander around with no one watching us.  It seems we are all to be greatly trusted and to be honest, it has been really wonderful and only once did I get a bit over excited and landed over the fence, screaming like a banshee for someone to catch me.  I slithered about with my back claws on the outside of the fence with the black thorn poking me in the butt from beneath as I scrabbled for leverage holding on with my front paws doing a great set of chin ups to rival even the best athletes.  Luckily, Momma heard me and came to my rescue.  I went all silly, falling on my head, scooting about on my side with my butt in the air, tail thrashing and purring up a storm.  Needless to say, I have not been over the fence again. 

You may be wondering how I managed to find myself atop a 6ft fence? Well, I have been chasing me some Horrace youngangs and they are mighily quick and naughty and been teasing Lillibet and myself for the entire week.  Lillibet and I are great stalkers and being chocolate on top, we hunker down on the wood chips and we are like a pair of hungry furry carpets.  I have been chatting to ManSlave to see if he was willing to stick some peanuts to our backs to give us a fighting chance, but he said that would be daft.  Pfft. Some help he is!  they are pesky, these Horraces, they sit just inches from our faces and waft their tails across our sniffers which tickles, but neither of us can get up the nerve to jump on them because they make a rattling sound with their tails and chatter with their teeth.  The only time we pounce on them, they just jump a few feet away and turn on us.  Then, one of them RAN..... that was it, a great game of chase took place with a mad zoom around the garden and the baby Horrace was panting and heaving his chest in and out on top of the fence post and I made my leap and being not quite as agile I teetered on the 5mm thick featheredging and that's where that Horrace rushed at me, took a flying leap like a ninja and kicked me in the face and I tumbled over the fence.    

Faith takes a much more laid back approach to being in the garden and occasionally takes a turn around the pathways, racing up and down at high speed, then out to the side garden for some much needed Orb Bathing under the sunbeds.  It's very cool under there and we get to kiss Momma and lay under her shading sail and get in the way whilst she reads her book.  Lillibet likes to lay on the slabs in the shade of the potato plants and watches the flying ants leave their nests.  Momma thought it a good idea to lock us out in a trio to determine who was doing the widdling on the wheel and I have to say - I HAVE A CLEAN SLATE - it was not me 'this time', nope, it was Lillibet!  How very naughty is THAT?  Momma took her to see Vet Ali and requested her usual 18mth bloods for a health check which came back that she is in the peak of health. So, it looks like NCS (Naughty Cat Syndrome). Hmmm, Not like me with my crystals having an excuse, hers was sheer bulshy biatchness.  In the mornings, she is put into the bathroom (as currently cooler than the office) and she has to use some special litter to check the type of wee she is producing and once she has used the facilities she can go out into the garden for a few hours time out. Well, we like to keep Momma on her toes!

Momma said we should name the new Horraces and because this particular friendly one only has one ear, I decided to call him Auris after the latin for ear and it sounds like Horrace if you mew it quickly.  Momma said that I wasn't then allowed to catch him and lick him once he was named which is quite ashame really seeing as the oven engineer has been with our part from Germany to make the light come on again.  I could have watched him bake until crispy for squirrel snacks.  Momma makes us freeze dried tuna in her machine, I wonder if she would allow a few strips of rodent in there with her pear fruit leathers? 

Until next week y'all, your Queen Vee =^..^=

Here we are, Momma and I back on the plan and typing up my blog.  I like to take prime position in front of the screen so that me thoughts flow through me onto the page, so to speak.  I would like to tell you about the naming of cats.  A cat has many names from the household pet names to the glorious Sunday names.  I suppose, being Queen of all she prevails, defender of the realm, I should go first!  

My Sunday name is Champion Maystarex Empress Of India after the great Queen Victoria of England. I nearly got called Chevron on account of my inverted 'V' on my face and thus I became Vee and a Viktori Vee to boot, yes, like the unique tasting herbal lozenge "Forged for Strength"!!  Momma likes to play with words, meanings, sentiments and above all a bit of history.  Like my name sake, I have have never been to India and like Queen Victoria do have a Munshi, in fact, several Munchies a day!  My chocolate colouring flows under my ears like the braids worn by her majesty in her youth and my eyes sparkle like the emeralds in her sparkling tiara.  The similarities don't stop there....!  Mrs Brown? - I am chocolate! MOL 

Lately, Momma has been calling me Shamu after the great whale kept in captivity in Florida.  She really is referring to the way in which I circle my prey and swim from place to place when I have been accused of piddling on something.  But I will have you know I am no big fish and it isn't me piddling! HONEST!!!  So, Momma can stop with the name calling! Shamu, pfft.  Just because I am the same colour and jump through hoops for her love and affection. 

Faith also has a special Sunday name which never really gets a mention here in Maystar HQ as like Filly, she is the odd one out from another cattery.  She is named Rexiru Black Envy of which was meant to be all about being a great show cat, all of which, she hated!  Faith has a house name of Bubbah Fishy and if called Faith, it MUST be followed by 'Honey' or she will ignore you!  Bubbah Fish grew from her love of salmon and the fact she was once, the baby of the family!  Ten years on and she is the matriarch and very good at her top position.  She never really was a Queen like me, she has always been a Princess and is often referred to as such in general conversations.  The neighbours must think we have 20 cats here as Momma calls "Bubbah Fishy, Faith Honey, Princess." in reality it's just one pusser!  

Her Daughter, Maystarex Elizabethan Poem, Lillibet also has a number of names too and like me she is named after a Queen, our Queen Elizabeth or Lilibet to her family.  Our little Queen has a double L!  She has her special names and her silly names such a Bitty Bean, a label taken from Little Britain after her tiny cat boobs grew huge and the term 'Bitty' stuck. She also has her own toys and manufactures those under the name of LilliLongLegs because her leggies are so very very long and she loved green beans so much as a kitten, playing with the bean string for hours so Bitty became Bitty Bean and now just Bitty B.  She likes that name, it suits her and she purrs and chirrups with love and pride when she is told how pretty she is and kissed and snuggled.  Well, I don't do all that with her, she is a whakkamonster and I call her the Gruppenfuhrer or Stair Troll.  No one messes about running the gauntlet with her standing in the way.  Kittens boast that they have made it safely past her, whilst others lick their wounds, She is demonic in her strikes!

Flaire has a beautiful name Grand Champion Maystarex Queen of Scots and has taken the name of Mary "Wished for child" and I often quote 'Mary Mary quite contrary' at her as she is a big bossy boots and rules the house with an iron paw.  Momma calls her Girlfriend as she suckers up to ManSlave for kisses and extramarital affairs of the whisker pads where ManSlave  caresses her ripples and calls her Blue Eyes.  It's enough to make a cat puke and blush in equal measure.  When she is being all mushy and sweet and loves Momma, she is rewarded with a Poppet or a Poppalopolis which makes her all gooey and adorable and even purrs.  Pfft.  My Sister NEVER purrs unless she wants something. Unlike all of us who purr on command!  When you hear F-L-A-I-R-EEEEEE you know she is in trouble and has clouted some poor unsuspecting kitten around their hearing devices.  Really, although she rules, she is a weak ruler and runs from conflict moaning and hissing.  

​I don't know if it's the fact we have all been here the longest or that we are the naughtiest that we have all these names?  Momma even has a song for some of us.  Here is mine....

"Oh GlOrY-ouse (sound like mouse)
ik-A-TORI-ouse (sounds like mouse)
She is A-DOOR-A-BULL.
Oh she is loved
By all OF-OUSE
And marches too and fro"

Ok, it doesn't rhyme but I love it and trot about striding out with my paws flicking them in a marching frenzy to the sultry beat of my British style monarchy tune.    Flaire's is a bit more technical and rappy and makes her purr loudly and  goes something like this....

Poppolopolis, born in a metropolis
Wants to give me a KISS
On her throne in the Acropolis
Wants to give them a KISS
Waves her tail at the megalopolis
They want to give her a KISS
The great Queen and Prophetess 
The all loving Poppalopalis
Only gives ManSlave a KISS 

To me, it's a bit OTT, but hey, she is a year older than me and holds her crown on straight. Mine is a bit crooked and I can't help be a bit naughty and talking of naughty, the light is still fascinatingly on in the oven and today I am watching wait baited breath as beef shins cook away for hours and hours.  I never knew cows had shins really and can only hope they are adorned with shin pads to keep them tender, unlike ManSlaves shins which are dented and broken after a few rough hockey matches in his youth.  Although, the thought of cows playing hockey is quite something and a bit of a barnburner! 

What are your pet names followers? Are you willing to share a toots, a snugglebum, snookums with us? 

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

How I have wanted to update you all with the too and fro at Maystar HQ but Momma has been super busy catching her tail and her breath to help me sit and paw through the trivia that hath bestowed us recently.   It all began when SaBreena took poorly and had to start on a long road to cleaning out her sticky uterus. Apparently, it was the dreaded E-coli bug that had swum up and into her fairy and created a real mess is there.  A few weeks on and the vet recommends mating her again, despite only having kittens earlier in the year.  Damn Pyometra!  She has been singing for boys for months and finally it turned on her and bit her in the butt.  

Then, not a day later, Pearl took really poorly and was urgently neutered and is still suffering from really awful skin reactions where the injections were given and spread all over her body in big pustular lumps.  She has been in consolable with pain all over her pink little tummy.  now her healing is complete with her spey, she has been able to have some steroids to calm everything down and reset her sore little body.  She also had an injection of antibiotic to halt whatever bacterial thing had taken hold.  Quite in the wars that one and after a few soothing washes she is healed all over.   She is being treated well and trying to keep her calm is paramount currently especially as she thought she was pregnant the whole time..  To top all this off, poor kid has her urinary crystals back and is peeing in short sharp, wincy, bursts.  Meooow!  Momma is giving her wet food with some cider vinegar and cystease and slowly, she is getting balanced again.

One of us is also piddling everywhere.  I hasten to add, it could be me although, I am keeping a very low profile, the kind of low that leaves one slinking along the ground undetected once Momma is on the 'sniff it out' rampage.  I have to say, I look guilty when often I am not... or am I?  I am keeping stum.  Needless to say, I am still receiving tablets and cider vinegar, along with Pearl, to reduce bladder stress.   I am not allowed anything but my food with no treats or extras which is not sitting well at all seeing as every cat in the house gets extras.  It is just not fair.  I won't mention the 2oz of steak that Momma trimmed off for me and the two small wet meals with gravy. OK, sometimes I am a lucky girl.  Well, I have also been afforded a little jaunt or two in the garden too without bounds and fences, just Momma and me time, building things and painting fences.  I am really good and very helpy.  I have only found myself on top of the fence three times.  I just levitate up there somehow? 

Faith and Lillibet have also been trotting about the garden for a few hours a day too which is lots of fun for them and giving them both some much needed time out from kittens running into them.  There are new baby Horraces racing about and creating much entertainment for all three of us.  Sometimes, when not wooing the ladies, Ikon enjoys chasing the odd one about too.  He is quite brave pouncing on their tails and they, totally uncaring, carry on eating their nuts and just flick their tails in his face and chatter at him for being so rude.  They are so darn cheeky those Horraces. They break and eat everything and now putting us cats in our places too.  It won't do, they need more pouncing and jumping on.  Come on Ikon!!

The Roblyings all left home over the last few weekends but Gazoo is still scooting about creating havoc, chasing Filly Cat, who was her best friend until she began to get hormonal and began attacking her quite heavily.  I gave Filly a few head thwaks but still she pounds into Gazoo, hissing and spitting.  She had to be separated into the kitchen.  Such a shame as Gazoo will need a mate soon when her Mum, Robyn, goes off to her new home.  Filly is beginning to calm, but personally, I feel she needs to just get on and have kittens now before she kills one of us!  

Talking of kittens, Flaire and Ikon announced their new babies, two boys.  Not bad for Ikon's second mating and the first after his Neuter-UM chip.  I love trying to visit my Sister and take a sneak peek at her sons.  They are so cute and quite lickable really.  They are nearly two weeks old and Momma had to hand feed them again for 20hours due to the blood groups being different. They managed really well, albeit very exhausted by the end of the three days it took for the labour, birth, feeding and latching them back onto Mum.  Flaire is well and happy and loves her boys so much, always squeaking and chirruping to them. It will be good for Gazoo to have someone to play with and still be a kitten for awhile longer. 

Another great thing that happened is the oven man arrived last week with a new light unit, so after waiting months for the part to arrive from Germany, I can now dive into to the world of roast Sunday lunches once again and there has been great interest in the cooking of things again.  Today is a plump chook, a red leg Leicester.  No doubt we won't get any at all, but hey, I can watch it cook!  What more does a girl need? 

I shall try my best to keep up with the blogs.  Sometimes, things are just so sad that it's very hard to make things sound fun and entertaining - so here you have it.... 

All my purrs, Queen Vee