.Kibble is noisy to eat. However, some of us are noisier than others.  I, of course, am THE noisiest eater and drinker in the house.  I chew and lap with my mouth open making a heck of a din that can be heard in the garden Even when I steal something, I am not quiet about it.  I am a bit of a messy eater too, food flying from the dish in all directions and I can be quite protective over my kibble and scoff at twice the speed, choking it down so no one else can get their lips on my fodder. I drop crumbs all down my white bib and have bits stuck to my whiskers for a snack later. 

Pearl on the other paw, is a silent eater and with a name like Regina Gloriana, I suppose it is inevitable she has more manners than me.  She eats with her lips tightly pressed together, a proper lady that one.  With her mouth closed, she chews with the required 44 mastications before swallowing.  Looking vaguely into space as each mouthful is chewed.  She even drinks silently, lapping the water as if drinking from a bone china tea cup, pinky out and fur brushed back from her powdered face. 

Ikon is a mid range eater, besides being like a speeding heffalump at every other task, he does eat with some decorum and is quite a secret snacker.  He enjoys his raw food and dances on his hind legs when Momma calls him for his evening meal, which he takes in his own room, sitting avidly when asked or he pounces on the dishy and usually the lot ends up on the floor.  So Momma is teaching him to be calm at dinner times.  He sits for a bit of vitamin paste too, but not for a ducky treat, those are snatched out of exposed fingers with gusto by grabbing paws. Sitting is way too hard for those, they smell so good.  ManSlave has to be quick with all of us snap dragons or he might lose a finger or two!  Ikon has had a bit of an accident with the auto feeders.  There was one on the kitchen table with his lunch in, but unfortunately, the table is oval, he stepped sideways as the lid opened and fell onto the floor.  Ever since then, he is has been a little concerned about the noise and loses his rag if you try to help him.  So Momma just left him to it and finally hunger got the better of him and he is using the feeding pod again, but only on the worktop, he gives the one on the table a wide berth. 

Flaire is a delicate and long winded eater.  She picks at her food and draws her lips back so her special tuna meal doesn't touch the cream fur around her muzzle and especially her delicate chocolate nose. She hates anything wet touching that.  She eats her kibble in the same way and delicately picks up the biscuit between her front teeth and like her Daughter, Pearl, masticates correctly.  When she drinks it sounds like a small mouse drinking from a bottle cap.  She is rather 'special' and a real aloof lady.  When she has babies, she will eat all wet food, but the day she stops lactating, she says NOPE to wet food and Momma has to start enticing her with kibble sprinkled over it.  She is a real tricky customer when kittens are about and will only eat in the kitten pen with the door closed.  Seriously, I think the door is closed so that I don't steal all the meat!

Tyga is a babe. She has refused point blank to eat the new ducky flavoured food that was purchased because my skin is itchy and held out a whole day, only eating one or two kibbles.  She was then sick from drinking water to fill her tummy, so Momma did a special next day delivery of the 'old' turkey kibble and gave her tiny baby food to eat in between.  These she relished and when her food arrived she suggested that the baby kibble might be better and she then wasn't going to eat anything else.  Sigh.  Momma managed to hide the adult stuff in the baby stuff and she began to get back to normal.  When she eats she chews the kibble but only swallows half and drops soggy wet bits back into the food bowl, making sharing with her a bit damps.  It is called quidding, however, she has had her teeth checked and nothing wrong, only that she has a teeny tiny Tyga mouth that is sweet and darling and who cares if she quids her food - more crumbs for me right?

Twice a day Lillibet has her 'Grab-Your-Pen-Tin' pills in some miamor, she will leave her food to take her pills.  What a good girl.  Her and Faith were on a special diet food.  It had reduced fat, however, Lillibet has begun to lose weight again after being quite chunky.  There is never an easy fix. She really likes the new ducky kibble and it has a little more oil in it to help her coat.  Because she shares with her mum Faith, Faith too is now gaining a little weight. You just can not win!  They are both terribly messy eaters and take kibble from the feeders and step back or to the side and crunch away, leaving a trail of kibble crumbs all over Momma's work top. These subsequently drop onto the floor and cause a slight crunch under hooman feet. Faith also likes a little tuna and eats at the proverbial snail pace, especially when we are all drooling for some too.  She is matriarch, so she goes first. If we are lucky, we might get to lick the bowl! 

Momma was judging again at a show in Cambridge yesterday.  It was very busy and had so many kitties to judge. There was a huge surprise awaiting for her too.  A little cat had been entered under Momma that she thought she knew.  It was only sweet Mishka that came home with Freja (Peishie - Veeling 2018) and had the huge operation to save her ruptured spleen.  She was super thin and very poorly and thankfully Marius & Trevor took her and have nursed her back to great health and confidence, then surprised Momma by entering the show!  She did very well, despite grumbling and pretend silent hissing all whilst purring away.  She has the most amazing eyes that despite her start, are so trusting and loving. 

Momma also took Ikon and Tyga to the show.  It was long drive which was pierced with Ikon singing the entire way there and back and just to add to the din, Tyga also joined in sometimes.  Momma drowned them out with music.  Then when we got to the show and Ikon was put into his pen, he kept grabbing momma's hair whilst she was putting bags away, dragging it through the bars and ragging her head with his claws.  He is a real hoot and doesn't like being left at first.  Then there was Tyga, grabbing the pen number from her cage and destroying it. Rubbing her entire body up and down the bars purring and squeaking.  Ikon was mouthy then and began to solo.  Numbers returned to the bars.  Both cats snuggles for 5 minutes each and then back to their tiny white boxes and off Momma went and watched them from the balcony for a second and saw them grabbing anyone that walked near the cages.  They then settle to polite well behaved babies and get on with their day then.  Both came home with a gold card each stating they are on their way to being Champions! (well, we hope so!)

At home, not much went on except that ManSlave had time to bond with Lord Darnley.  They had a snuggle in bed to begin with. Then he had brekki and a few kibbles.  He cam running when he was called.  he then spent a few hours on top of the fridge.  By the time Momma got home, he had been fed 3 times and loved ManSlave so much - he is one of those fickle pussers.  I spent the day caring for him, washing him and making him all sparkly.  Well, actually, Momma had made him smell funny in the morning. She groomed him and put powder on his cheeks and then sprayed him with show shine and smelly things to make him glow. Cleaned his ears, claws and chin.  She said it was good practice in case he wanted to be a show cat.   Ikon stood very still when he was poofed up as did Tyga, she had he chin powdered because she had made a spot under her chin quite sore. 

Whilst everyone was being spruced up, Lillibet slunk down, flat and slithered under the chair in the lounge.  Faith took to the fridge bed and lay as flat as possible.  I raced upstairs and got under ManSlave's legs. Flaire just sat quietly behind the curtain.  None of us wanted to go to a show.  Pearl never cares, she was happy to sit in the carriers as was Ikon and Tyga.  They don't mind going out for the day - even though they yell the whole journey.  It will soon be time to go on our hollibobs and have time at Amara again.  It is fun at the caravan and Tyga and Ikon have never been.  It isn't far away and it will be fun to go on the beach.   For now though, as the hoomans are busy, we have to make do with the garden which isn't so bad as there are birds and bees to watch as well as squirrels.  We even have new ones, 2 fresh baby squirrels.  They are so funny to watch and not scared at all of us cats watching them.  

Enjoy your Sunday.  We have a fresh bit of Turkey in the oven.  It smells so good as does the rest of it that Momma has minced into our raw food.  We have watched her closely and got some titbits for ourselves for being patient.  Now though, Ikon and I are keeping an eye on the cooked bit in the hope of a nibble later.  Darnley will be very busy sniffing about - more training for him not to jump ON the plates when full of gravy!  Sigh

​Laters super fans - your Queen Vee =^..^=

Lillibet is a few coppers short of a quid shall we say, very smart like a savant at one minute and then as stubborn as a donkey on a hot day. At 11months old she had blood poisoning which ruined her brain and then at 12 months she fell and cracked her delicate head on wood flooring knocking her out and then at 2yrs old she had a grand Mal seizure that changed her forever.  After the Grand Mal she was diagnosed with Hyper Esthesia which may or may not be related to any of the above - no one knows - so it is managed, mainly holistically, at home with 6monthly check-ups.   6years on and she has been experiencing more and more mini seizures, so Momma took her to Vet Marina where they talked about giving her a drug to calm them down and stop her skin from rocking-n-Rolling too as well as to stop her biting herself and attacking all of us, even her own Mother Faith.  It's called 'Grab-your-pen-tin' or some such thing that is totally unpronounceable to us cats.  Momma says it's Gabapentin and not that difficult really for us to wrap our tongues around it.  Luckily, I don't have to wrap my tongue around it at all leaving that to Lillibet.  

In the first week Momma cut the tiny pink pills in half and started with just that every 24hrs.  It was like a miracle, she stopped flicking and twitching within about 20minutes.  Her back stopped rolling and the Hoomans could go right up to her anywhere in the house and stroke her - not just on her preferred safe places of the en-suite, the wash bin in the main bathroom, the windowsill in the main bedroom and the worktop in the kitchen.  For the first week, she lay more on Momma in the evenings and was less fazed if we approached her from the back to whakk her!

The tiny little tablet just slipped down her throat so easily, it was a doddle in the morning time before breakfast.  One breakfast, Momma had left for a show very early and forgotten to give her the pink pill, so she text ManSlave who said he would do it.  At midday there was a text back saying he had tried really hard to give her the tiny 5mm across pink pill and Lillibet had clamped her mouth shut and began to growl.  Nothing he could do seemed to make her open it.  With the  pill disintegrating in his fingers he tried to wipe it on gums and she hit the kitchen roof then ran around the house as though she had been poisoned, foaming at the mouth and hiding under the lounge chair where she stayed until Momma got home..  He stood bewildered with a pink mush in between his thumb and forefinger shaking his head. He had seen Momma and Lillibet do this for a whole week with no trouble.   Finally, Momma came home and ManSlave said that Lillibet had become agitated after their trial at lunch time, so Momma got out a new pink pill and sat Lillibet on the work top, kissed her head, said 'Open Sesame' and she opened her mouth and Momma popped the pill to the back of her throat and it was gone with a stroke of her neck.  ManSlave stared in amazement.  "That's exactly what I did" he exasperated.  But we all know for certain, because we watched him, that he didn't kiss her on the head nor say the magic words!

After that fiasco, Momma and Lillibet have devised a way to administer a pill by crushing it on the worktop and pouring a little vitamin paste over the top of it and down the hatch it goes.  She now waits patiently twice a day now for her magic pink pills.  It had to be twice a day as she was inappropriately piddling on things and getting agitated at simple things.  After a week of two halves, she is now socialising with us and hanging out watching Little Lord Darnley playing on the landing with only a slight growl and will come and sit on the windowsill in the bedroom even when one of us is sat there too or even falling asleep on the main bed.  Quite an improvement.  

Yesterday, she had found a feather outside and even said that Ikon could play with it and touch it whilst she had it.  Momma watched in sheer amazement.  Ikon was a little nervous of her magic whakking paw and stayed just out of reach.  Smart lad. Lillibet carried on and even mixed with us watching bees in the wild geraniums. Tyga touched her by accident and she didn't do anything but moved away instead of the usual high jump in the air and a screaming growing frenzy.  It was quite a scene to see and one that Momma shall report to Vet marina when Darnley goes in for his Vaccination next week. 

That's all folks from your loyal Queen Vee. Enjoy the heat and suncream those ear tips! =^..^=

Little Lord Darnley is now nine weeks old and being a right proper boy kitten.  He is spoilt rotten and can throw quite the stamping paddy paw tantrum when things don't go quite his way.  I guess he has no smaller kits to play with so us big cats have to tell him how to act and being brought up by three CatWomen who were also spoilt is proving to be just adding fuel to the fire. I was an only child like LLD so I have no boundaries at all where people are concerned, I am in their face and will teach him to be as such.  Then there is his Mother who was from a family of four girls and at 11weeks old began to get sickly with a cat milk allergy, so she had to be hand fed to bring her back to health making her a right little madam.  When she screamed, ManSlave came running.  She is teaching LLD these traits.  Then there is Tyga, She was a litter of two girls and all the way through her kitten hood she was picked out as a show kitty and with these big ideas in her head she shows LLD how to play and be cute and look pristine all the time.  

There is one other cat in the mix, he is also a kitten himself, not that you would know it!  He is clumpy and bumble footed and crashes through everything. He has no manners and is so clumsy - all this because he is so BIG for his age.  Other than his size, he is also sweet natured and lovable and enjoys chewing LLD's leggies and giving him a good rough game.  I have to say about Ikon that his English is really good now, he still squeaks with an accent which sounds ever so funny compared to our trills.  He has grasped the basics  with NO being top priority for his biting and sometimes Momma says it in Polish and he REALLY knows she means it.  His biting has subsided now that neither ManSlave nor Momma play those games with him and use other toys to distract him.  He still tries to bit if you trim his claws - he in not one for a Mani-pedi and has a short fuse. 

He knows OUT, usually from the office.  He knows IN, usually from outside.  IKON COME ON - means he gets ducky treats.  IKON IKON IKON IKON means there is meat in the bathroom for him at lunch and dinner.  He is learning OFF, mainly from the kitchen sides as he gets pushy when Momma is cooking.  He goes all still and non bendy when the OFF word is used and a help down from the work top several times with an OFF is working.   He almost had Momma A-over-T on the stairs so now he has added DOWN DOWN DOWN to his repertoire of English words.  He races down like a good boy and waits at the bottom to attack the hoomans feet instead.  He wraps his body around their ankles and bites their socks and the Hoomans just walk along, dragging on one foot a Polish duster. He really is a hoot.  When he gets bored he makes this sound like a duck.  He wanders around slighting quacking until he finds something to do.  It is a really cute sound and nothing any of us have heard before.  

We have only really just trained Tyga to behave in a orderly fashion and being a girl, she was quick to learn and enjoys praise.  I went through a stage of hating her on sight and she didn't fit in at all and everyone picked on her.  Then I got sick and she came and looked after me.  Then she got sick ans I looked after her.  Sometimes Flaire can be very mean to her and Ikon is a bit heavy pawed.  She is very strong for a small cat and really wallops him.  He is two months younger and he is twice her size, but still she keeps him at bay.  Tyga is a proper little lady, not at all like me really, she is not in any way a tomboy, which I am glad of really.  She does have this funny habit of screaming in a high pitched wale to get attention and it is usually when she needs a quick cuddle. It is very endearing really.   Tyga is great at teaching LLD too, she plays really sweetly with him and lets him share her toys and gallops about in the cat tunnels at high speed.  She is the only one out of the three kittens to not stand on the computer keyboard and doesn't stand on the bread boards either.  I guess LLD, once allowed into the kitchen,  will be all over the joint! 

Speaking of joints, I can smell something yummy roasting away for lunch.  We all get a little nibble and I am guessing today is turkey!  I shall nip downstairs and poke my head into the hot pan when ManSlave brings it out for basting and I may get a sneaky taste if he is feeling generous .  He is always generous when Ikon is about, so I may train him to come with me on a Sunday to help seal the deal of a turkey snack.   Heavens above, my mouth is watering at the thought of it now.   Right....Ikon Ikon Ikon Ikon.....come hither me mighty pal and off we shall trot for a nobble of a noble turkey breast. 

Bye for now my loyal subjects and enjoy your Sunday roast too - be it meat or nut.

The eternally hungry Queen Vee ^..^=

Nothing moves faster than a sleeping hooman hearing a kitten about to vomit in their bed.  Darnley  had obviously eaten way too much for his dinner at 10pm the night before and pushing his Mother, Flaire, from her bowl in a bid to guzzle hers down too.  Seriously, for an 8 week old kitten, he sure can pack it away!  I watch him every meal time and he eats like a kitten possessed.

Momma woke up quick smart, collected up a heaving Darnley, swung her legs out of bed,  smashing her feet on the cat post at the end of the bed.  Holding a now emptying kitten over her left hand to be sick into, she climbs out of bed, untangling her feet from the scratch post.  The watery bit drips through her fingers and onto her bare legs. She can feel it running to her ankle rather than see it, because it it pitch black.  He heaves again and with not enough room in her hand she staggers in the pitch black to the hard surface of the kitten pen.  She curses, treading on a spring toy which immediately wrapped it's self about her toes.  As she flicks her foot to try and dislodge it she cracks her knee on the same scratch post as she heads for the kitten pen!  They makes it just in time, ish, for his second hewie which just misses the top of the kitten pen by millimeters and lands squarely on Momma's foot.  Well, at least it is not on the carpet!

Then again the poor little soul gives his last two ickies onto well placed bits of kitchen towel this time.  Then, he backs away at speed, Momma steadies him whilst walking on her heel to stop the kitten sick getting onto the carpet and wiping her shin at the same time.  He is empty - and once the light is on, not much damage really.  The extra bit of stolen adult food and some liquid is all. 

Momma squished his belly about and gave him some electrolyte water that was all ready made in the fridge and a dollop of vitamin paste for good measure.  He just ran about then at 3.56am until the birds began to sing sun rose at 4.43am.  Darnley didn't seem at all bothered about his recent emptyage and left Momma wiping and disinfecting herself and the surfaces everything had touched and washing her legs and feet in the sink with a small kitten following her back and forth with pure excitement of something new in the middle of the night.  

During all this time, Flaire, Tyga nor I even opened an eye or came to their aid. Nope. Not our problem. God job he was sleeping in Momma's arms and not in the kitten bed with us or we would have been subjected to the bout of watery mess instead.  We would have just decamped and moved beds and not said a word until wash day.  We think Momma is a hero the way she fumbles through the dark with her useless human eyes and doing the bumblers shuffle from foot to foot sweeping toys from her path.   For now, we close our eyes tighter and tighter against the light and tuck our heads under our paws so as not to be disturbed, all the while chuckling at her misfortune.  

Then, not two nights hence, Tyga throws a hurl whilst cuddled up with Momma.  This time she was unceremoniously plonked onto a feeding mat. We don't know why she was sick? It was just two heaves and watery mush and since then nothing. Only possible explanation is Momma was lazy and gave snax out of Flaire's food that evening and being made from potato, they don't suit every one or she does get very hot snuggled under the blankie?  But seriously.  Flaire was sleeping on that feeding mat too, she looked indignant and smacked poor Tyga on the head but Momma held her fast.  Flaire eventually gave in and moved.  Again, it was the crack of dawn and there is nothing worse than being woken for such matters, so I took Darnley into the kitten bed, with Flaire soon following and watched the merry dance in the dark and then the clean up from slitted eyes.  Tyga was happy to follow Momma about and feeling much perkier brought her ducky toy to play.  No one the worse for wear. Only the poor washing machine!

Of course, because we are rudly awakened so early, it is only right that just a few hours later, we invest our time and energy into waking Momma.  The only way to do this is either deliver chocolate gold into the nearest litter tray or begin a good game of chase which starts on the landing, the stairs, then around the kitten room and over a slumbering Momma and now Darnley is 8weeks old, he too can join in.  We make sure that each of us that jump over her uses her chest or full bladder as a spring board.  She will turn over then making the jump more fun and there is nothing better than bouncing from her shoulder blades or giving her a good scratch on her ribs as we pass.  It soon pokes the bear enough into rising and opening the curtains fully.  I say fully as we can only do a part job climbing and parting them.  Once she stretches and meows like a cat, I race over and stick my sniffer into her yawning mouth and she laughs and then we all fall about sleepily ready to settle for a quicky nap before breakfast.

There is much to be said for a lay in. It is OK for us, we can sleep anytime of day and readily do.  However, the fun is watching Momma sloth about for most of the morning cleaning up our nightly doings and setting the feeders for the day, coffee in hand, she opens the office and we are in like rats up drainpipes, to our stations for power naps and pen pinching!

Lots of purrs from your unsickly Queen Vee =^..^=

Life is like a box of chocolates as Forrest Gump expressed and to prove that Ikon had another superb weekend.  This time at the Merseyside Show, oooop North Momma said.  It wasn't quite as far as Poland for Ikon but he soon made his voice known the entire journey, which Momma said was a bit loud as he tried to out sing her many times.  

He didn't really want to be in his little show pen and certainly was a bit bonkers ripping his pen number from his cage door many times as well as scraping his bedding into a heap.  Momma walked away and watched him from a distance and then had to leave to start judging at which point he popped back to his bed.  

All day he was such a good boy and really played his crowd. He purred for everyone and lay in their arms as well as being a little live wire trying to dash from the judges table and yelling at full volume.  He was judged many times because, not only did he get his first place, but the Best of Breed too and then went on to the main ring to be judged for best of variety where he collected a special rosette for Section 4 Kitten.  He jumped about and yelled his head off telling everyone how excited he was and he was a winner winner turkey dinner.

He was also very happy, if not a little tired by now, receiving a special award from the President of the club who wished their award of a beautiful hand made cushion being presented to either a Colourpoint or a Devon Rex of which Ikon was both!! It really made his day and he presented this to ManSlave when he got home to put in the blue bedroom and then promptly lay on it.

To celebrate his day even further, award winning photographer, Shirlaine Forrest, was there taking photos of not pop stars and celebs, but our very own pussers and you can tell she has a real passion and drive for her work and certainly understands patience with getting that purrfect shot!   We would like to say a huge thanks to Shirlaine for some incredible images of Ikon and his pillow and rosettes as well as photos of him being judged on the table. 

Ikon is proving himself to be a good boy at shows. However, that did not stop him singing WINNER WINNER TURKEY DINNER all the way home and then getting in and yelling behind his bedroom door that he was the best and squeaking and yelling that his turkey dinner needed to be served on a silver platter now that he is twice Best of Variety Kitten and been photographed by not one but two leading photographers now!   I swear his head has puffed out even more and he will no longer be able to get in the litter tray, he will have to back in to tiddle. Having said that, he had taken to tiddling in the larger shower last week which ManSlave put a stop to! 

Momma says he must not forget his roots and keep humble. He will be humble once he has done 10 circuits of the house, rosette in mouth like some show horse doing a lap of honour at HOYS.  Once he has calmed down, eaten more turkey dinner, then he might be humble?  Momma said he has another show soon and not every judge is going to think his totally delicious and kissable.  Watch this space!

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

If you would like your cat photographed by Shirlaine, you can contact her via her website or look out for her at the GCCF Supreme SHow in November: -  https://www.shirlaine.co.uk/cat-shows
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Well, I haven't posted for some time - huge apologies. Momma's shoulder still been playing up and typing is very difficult - Pfft, I have so much to say and no one to translate for me. It have been keeping all these exciting things from everyone and so much has happened.  If you follow our FB page, you will know everything of course, but for those who read the blogs, you have probably moved onto better things already.

There has been births, illness, new cats, show blogs and all sorts of Horrible Horrace updates and even hedgehog updates but what do I chose as important information?  I could start at the very top maybe, but that was so long ago, it seems like old hat - but, maybe just to me!?

OK, In March Momma traveled to Poland to collect the iconic Ikon of Blue Sun.  He arrived in a flurry of long flights and train journeys, problem French passport services and finally, 14hrs later ManSlave had them both safely home from Europe.  Ikon was a superstar and even though he began to lose the plot a tiny bit, he did ever so well for a baby cat of 6 months.  We all could smell someone new as he was put in with ManSlave at night time to do some male bonding!! 

Momma was in the kitten room with Flaire who was pregnant with Otta-Mans first litter and at Grand Champions both, it is a first for Maystar.  She gave birth to a handsome boy named Lord Darnley, a lilac velveteen baby who by week one was at the vets with some sort of blockage in his pooper channel.  It seems he was a guzzler and was drinking a huge quantity of milky, enough for 6 kittens! He got wind and subsequently, that maybe stopped poop from getting out.  After many Xrays, scans and poop busting liquids one end and tiny enemas the other end, he became free to poop on his own and all calmed down after about 7 days of intense de-blockaging.  He never, not once, stopped eating in all that time! He was about to pop for sure! 

Then, something really shocking happened.  I got really sick one morning.  I guess it was coming on during the week, but us cats hide our ailments well.   I made a big spew of blood in the kitchen, ripping my esophagus in the process.  I also had tummy ulcers from the steroids and all this built up.  I was having a scan and Xrays at the vets as Momma rushed me in first thing and there, for all to see was a HUGE closed Pyometra.  I was literally full of puss all in my uterus and tubes and all.  A £900 operation soon put that straight and I was home in a day with lots of different drugs in tiny syringes Momma had to inject.  My neck got sore, so Momma started poking my leggies too. Seriously, 3 a day! OUTCH!  I was to stay locked in a tripple cathut in the kitten room and Momma got to look after me and make sure I drank and ate.  

Then, not a week later, Tyga had come back from a show and two nights later she was sick and very poorly. Then got better over night, just before a vet visit. Then she came into call and she began to be really sick again, this time not stopping at all. She was a week on drips and Xrays every other day and blood tests. It was terrifying.  There was just nothing going on and all tests were clear and very healthy.  However, she just could not keep any food down at all.  Then the story started to unfold as on her last Xrays there was now gas filling her intestines and covering her tummy.  At first they thought foreign object, but held off operating as really there is nothing but the odd bit of leaf to eat here. Nope this was weird and still, on her paperwork it says, diagnosis unknown.  She was really really poorly and couldn't keep any food in. She was still on a drip and then the vets began to ring for referrals and Momma got a little firm and said she was sure they could sort this out themselves.  So they gave her a drug that "Will either make her better or worse".  Momma took the chance and hoped it would make her better - By 1am she was a very sick little cat and smelled really bad, like  a dying cat.  We knew the drug could be making her worse and then the only option left was exploratory surgery.  However, at 4am she exploded both ends with terrible smelly wind that came from the devils butt hole for sure and hey presto, a new and VERY hungry kitten emerged.  The relief was immense. Especially as there was no surgery.  She is still on Antibiotics now and is gradually gaining the 500g she lost in a week. 

Otta-Man has returned to Whimzeerex.  They would also like some Otta babies too now.  So he will stay there now and have a happy life as a stud cat back in his place of birth.  We really miss him.  Especially Pearl and Flaire who spent lots of time in his house visiting him.  The place is very quiet without him although the family of 'side squirrels' have had a ball not being grabbed at as they run past, it is not the same.  We call them 'Side Squirrels' because the main garden squirrels have Horrible Horrace in and Side Squirrels are only allowed at the side of the house and they only eat peanuts?  We think they are Horrace's kids and have made their own territory and are categorically NOT allowed in the main garden AT ALL!  Faith and Lillibet are, however, enjoying the Otta-man Palace and spend most morning out there watching the birds and of course Side Squirrels. They don't want to come in.  Pearl yells to visit Otta and is very miffed he is gone.  He did restore our faith in keeping a boy at Maystar again and we did have lots of fun with him.  He enjoyed racing up and down the garden once he found his paws and only took 6 months to train to come back - MOL. 

Ikon went to his first show and came home proudly displaying his Best of Variety Kitten Section 4 rosette.  He was a really good boy and Momma will look forward to taking him to a couple more.  Momma has also been busy judging and has taken a position of Assistant Show Manager.  So she will be at many many more shows to come learning the ropes.   Besides tripping over hedgehogs late at night, nothing very funny has happened to Momma.  But we all had a jolly good belly laugh! 

A quick note on Wiggy, who is now a PRINCE WIGGY with is new Premier Certificates and a message from Jasmine and Jamie who are half way across the continent as we speak, headed for Spain and the East coast of France on the border to spend their Hollybobs.  All the best kids - you deserve a long and hot sunny break with NO DRAMA this Summer!

Now the Spring is nearly over and I am neutered. We can hopefully go on Hollybobs?  Momma has signed a contract for a new professional cat sitter, but with us all being so poorly, she has held of using anyone until the house is stable and settled and everyone is in tip top shape again.  We are hoping to get a short break away in Amara and maybe just take some of us? I don't think 8 cats in a caravan is a good choice!! 

Love from Queen Vee - who no longer pees!! =^..^=

 

Maystar HQ have been under pressure for a few reasons and yet lots and lots of happy things come from pressure too, so it is not all doom and gloom. 

Momma took a hard stance and decided to campaign Otta and Tyga over the drab winter months as usually Maystar has kittens.  So it was really special taking them both out on the show bench to succeed in Tyga, at her last kitten show making BEST OF VARIETY KITTEN SECTION 4.  It was a wonderful surprise that my very own Daughter, MAYSTAREX QUEEN-OF-PRUSSIA, really excelled herself and has trotted home with six FIRST placings over some very stiff competition from other girl kittens in her class and once even beating her half sister from Whimzeerex.   I am so proud of her and her extreme confidence at being handled by anyone and quite often squirreled into someones coat in a fake "she is mine, we are stealing her" scenario.  

Otta excelled himself in the GRAND classes and obtained two BEST OF BREED certificates over 5 cats at one show.  A huge final to a great time out.  He did struggle a bit at the Champion level as there were always boys in his classes and often he was a little immature in his looks.  Then he flourished and took off getting his GRANDS in 3 straight shows.  He is such a kind and loving boy. So sweet natured and kind hearted.

We think the GRAND placings have gone to his head.  He may have sired a litter or two - so watch this space.  GOOD BOY OTTA and a huge well done - at nearly two years old, it was nearly curtains for his short career as a stud cat.  He does have a show home lined up once he is about 3 years old.  He does enjoy showing and enjoys laying about showing off his beautiful coat. 

We have some house guests too and Tyga and I have entertained them after quarantine.  One was Peishie, now named Freja and living with the Brown family and the other an 8mth old kitten that has had so many problems it would take ages to list them all here. Needless to say, Momma is caring for her and making sure she has a nice new safe home to go to where they know Devon Rex very well and have had them since the late 70's. She has been renamed Mishka.  She is sweet like a teddy bear too and will stay here until she is well.  

They were both in the HoF for a few weeks and I couldn't really see them, but knew Freja (Peishie) was family but the other little thing was not.  But she soon grew on all of us, especially Tyga who pops in to play with her.  I like her very much and have thwakked her into place.  She is bold, brave and very cute and can not help being a bit tortie too.  With her bright blue eyes she charms everyone. ​

We also have an exciting announcement - The Parentals flew to Poland in January to visit their new kitten ICON OF GOLD BLUE SUN *PL.  He was on hold until they got there to check him out.  Momma, especially, was watching him grow and he has all those special little bits that we do not have.  Most of all he has really wonderful ears and a lovely chin. 

Momma will fly to Poland to collect him whilst ManSlave does a mad dash to Belgium to collect them both whilst Momma flies to Amsterdam and then Brussels.  It is going to be quite the adventure.  WATCH THIS SPACE for updates and collection before the Brexit cut off. 

With Brexit in our minds, Momma has made sure we are eating and using English produce just in case Zooplus, our trusty shop, decides to hike up the prices from Germany. 

​Well, I really must go and check out what's cooking for Sunday Lunch and send you all my love and whiskery kisses from your special and unique - Queen Vee =^..^= 

The art of tripping up Hoomans has spanned decades and here at Maystar HQ it is no different.  Sometimes it is not intentional and takes dedicated training to make sure you skip in and out of legs at the appropriate time as not to kicked up the butt with a furry boot.  Tyga is the latest trainee and she is dedicated to the sport of 'Trippage'. She is honing her skills well and has Momma tumbling hither and thither trying her best not to fall.  Tyga has yet to define the 'change of direction' and does not watch feet carefully enough yet and is sent sliding along the laminate, furry boot glued to her posterior, as both her and Momma find firmer footing.  She is a 'cross over' kitten, pirouetting around ankles and then stopping mid pirouette to gaze lovingly into the terrified eyes of the flailing Hooman as contact of boot to tush ensues. It is Hissterical to watch!

Tyga tells me that she is also worried about Momma at night times and wonders why Hoomans don't open their eyes when heading for their litter tray?  They bumble through the dark, eyes tightly shut and feel their way to the loo.  It occurred to Tyga that Momma was in need of help, so she mewls silently, slapping her lips together so that Momma may follow the sound but not wake ManSlave.  She stays at the ankle and guides her to the bathroom and makes doubly sure she isn't going to take a tumble down the apples & pears.   She has been taking this role very seriously and during the short wait, she peers between seat and porcelain to make sure Momma's stream is steady then she proceeds to tapping the loo paper so momma doesn't have to struggle to find it.  Now in guide cat mode again, they both head for bed where Tyga is concerned something is seriously wrong with Momma's peepers and proceeds to licking the lashes and eye lids and rearranges her eyebrows fro good measure.  There is nothing that will prize an eye open like a sandpaper kiss from Tyga! 

There is a myth that cats can see in the dark, well, it isn't strictly true, in total darkness we can not see at all, but unlike hoomans, any ounce of light is pooled to the mirrors we have at the back of our eyes and we can see in the lowest level of light.  You often see a cat just sat in mild contemplation, we are actually admiring ourselves, inwardly, in our mirrors!  That is no Myth!

There are different types of seeing.  the Hoomans can see us when they leave the house.  They have 'IT'  - cameras everywhere, in every room watching our every move. The eye in the sky can see us eat, wash, play and sleep.  We can not get away with anything!  Even Otta has 'IT' in his house too, so that Momma can watch him with the ladies.  It is useful for when we have kittens, we can rest assured if we venture away for a nap with out them, someone is playing super nanny.  There is no better peace of mind for everyone.  When we sleep in with Momma, we can watch our kittens on the CCTV monitor beside the bed and only get up if they need us.  

Most of us adults have learned to keep well clear of feet, except when we are calling, then we sidle up to a foot or lay length ways across the stairs and don't move, even if we are pushed from step to step like a wet towel, taking the shape of the step like some cartoon character.  The Hoomans have to watch their step then.  One false move on either part could end in disaster and  ManSlaves words -" NO PLAYING ON THE STAIRS" ringing in our ears.  Believe me, it falls on deaf ears and chirruping minds. "give us a boy" we chant as we slither like water from step to step - our aim is simple.  Besiege the Hooman and lick their eye lids!

Much love & laughter from your noble Queen Vee =^..^= 

Weekends in the winter months are always busy with either show dates or kittens.  Well, very sadly, Flaire is just not getting pregnant after being so poorly.  So winter kittens are getting further and further away from our thoughts.

The weekend excitement was Otta-Man, the sexy hot chocolate guy made his finals and brought home 2 more Champion Certificates.  He only needed one more, so to bring home two was wonderful for everyone who attended.  His Breeder Miss Whimzeerex was so happy hugging him tightly.  He really is one of those fantastically calm and beautiful natured pussers.  We are all very proud of him because this time out there was competition to contend with, so always a bit more exciting. He even had a red card day at the Rex Show which was really fun.

Tyga did really well again, and up against a plethora of lovely kittens, she trotted home with two 1st places in both shows and contained her excitable nature and sat beautifully all day in her little white bed.  He judges loved her and said she was well grown for her age.  At nearly 2k at 4mths old, it is not bad for a girl.  She is built like her me, heavy and muscular but dainty and ladylike. 

Whilst those two were off gallivanting the countryside, we stayed home with ManSlave and helped him clean the fish tanks and sort out some hot Noms for GrandMewMew who is having her paw operated on soon and fancied ManSlave's ChookCurry to get better with.  We helped ManSlave decide which bits to put in the cooking and which bits we might want.  Don't worry GrandMewMew, we didn't lick any of your bits of Chook!  

We laid about and watched a movie and didn't do any much as it was so cold, none of us ventured over to the House of Fun at all.  Today the Sun is out and apparently, it is blue Monday - I guess the sky is blue and blue tits and great tits are blue so I see where they are coming from.  For me that makes it a happy day with blue in it! nod.  I feel better already knowing this. 

Faith and Lillibet have new food and it seems to be doing the trick on their waist lines.  They are both a lot more active and running about playing a little and Faith has even taken to laying on the bed upstairs again in the mornings with Momma and has been a bit naughty chasing Pearl about - just as well in a way as Pearl needs a little weight off too.  In fact, winter has made us all lazy and a few grams here or there wouldn't go amiss from any of us.  We are making sure we run on our wheel and have fun chasing each other around the place. 

Tyga now thinks she is wonderful with lots of rosettes to her name. She is trotting about interfering in everything and flying onto ManSlaves back from the counter tops, fridge or bed. She just leaps like I do - flying through the air and just managing to cling on - then she rides him around the house scratching with her back feet for him to play with her.  She is annoying me this week and I think Motherhood has well and truly worn off now.  At first I didn't let her out of my sight, but now, I can't wait to get out of hers.  I growl and thwak her and she doesn't care one bit.  Pearl and her are quite good play mates now and they thwak each other and play chase.  Flaire is still being her usual vile self to everyone.  She is a funny bird that one!

Just a synopsis on FLaire.  She likes to scare us and the humans. It doesn't work, we know what she is like.  She then won't be caught by Momma for her medication for her tummy.  She makes a fool out of Momma just skipping away at the last second.  Once Momma catches her she moans and wails making quite a din as though her legs are being torn off.  Then, put her down eventually after her meds, which she takes like a pro, and then she is all purrs and kisses.  I think she is a little sadistic? She will then go and find ManSlave and give him lots of kisses and walks around his shoulders purring.  She is a tart too that one - Momma calls her Girlfriend.  ManSlave gives her more kisses than Momma.  Pfft - it's OK Momma you have Pearl for that!

Talking of kisses, I have fallen out with Momma, I feel odd and happy, then if she has Tyga I get jealous. I can't help it - it takes me over like a wave.  Momma says she misses my cuddles and kisses and especially the purring.  I have lost my purr since all this throat stuff.  It just doesn't want to show it's self to anyone and I am in a hormonal grump.  Herrumph.  Life is such a hardship - Maybe this is what Blue Monday really feels like?

​Lots of non-purrs form your Viktori Queen Vee. =^..^= 

We are in the new year and I don't rightly know where the rest of last year has gone?  Momma had a poorly shoulder and I am not allowed to use her laptop on my own, so I have had to wait two months for her to get better before being able to blog.  It is a real shame because all of you have been missing out.  Typing, she says, has been the slowest thing to recover.  

Ah well, I am back now and able to update you on all things Maystar again.  But where to start?  

My kittens have grown and flown the nest. Well, that isn't strictly true, one flew the nest and one stayed here.  Don't ask.  It took ManSlave a little time to discover we are now 7 cats and this little extra mouth never flew the coop.  Tyga, as she is now named, has decided she likes living here with us and the unfortunate events that led to this happening only benefited our pride as she is a sweet kid and has fitted in well.  If you can count being smashed on the head by every adult fitting in well?

Flaire has been poorly a few times and we are hoping her recent visits to Otta-Man will produce kittens and stop her being poorly.  He is happy enough to do the deed, but no one is sure if his swimmers are swimming?  It is all a guessing game here.  Watch this space.  She is an odd one, one minute in love with everyone then grumbling at the world. You never know quite where you are with her. Vets give her a clean bill of health too. She can be so playful one second then in the middle of a good game of chase - she has enough and lays you flat.  I am the slightly nervous type and run of to tell tails.  She never gets shouted at, instead, she gets picked up and fussed - I swear this makes her worse, but Queen bee she is and with a name like Queen of Scots she gets what she wants - Best be careful there Flaire, your Daughter is named after Queen Elizabeth the first - It could be OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!? 

I have been to the vets again.  This time to get a Neuter-UM injection. It should last three months and remove the effects of calling for boys.  You see, I keep struggling for breath sometimes and it is very scary, so Matt the Vet suggested taking 'calling' out of the mix to give my Larynx and Epiglottis a rest from yelling.  TBH, I have been that scared, that my usual chatty happy self has been replaced by a nervous silent me.  No one is sure what is wrong with me, all my scans, Xrays and tests are clear and I am as healthy as a horse.   ::Shrugs:: It is a wait and see job really.   Momma may find me a physio to check out my nerves and muscles in my neck. Other than that, I am happy keeping an eye out for Tyga, who is growing fast and following in my pawprints of being a happy, beautiful, playful and funny little soul.  ManSlave is teaching her all sort of things and feeds us our treats and beats us with his socks. Life is good - I guess you don't have to shout about it or purr all day?

Lillibet and Faith are both on diets.  They have grown so rotund lounging about in the radiator beds all day that they are now becoming square bottomed.  Like a pair of skittles they sit and survey their radiator world and thwak any of us that dare to venture near them.  With this new diet food, they are now moving about the house more, thwakking us!  Lillibet has started to venture out to the House of Fun and began piddling on the wheel again.  Momma has a special cat flap that will only allow us clean kits into the HoF to run on the wheel and watch squirrels.  She will be allowed in with supervision to run and train with Momma. 

Pearl had lots of shows this winter, but she has been described by one judge as 'very well fed' so Momma has decided to retire her for the time being as 9 second places is getting beyond a joke. She does have one CC and as a kitten had copious amounts of red card days beating several kittens.  But it seems a litter of 5 boys has stretched her tummy so much it has given her a pouch. Oh well, you can't have it all - she is built like a brick pooh palace and is rather big boned as well as having just too much coat.  She proudly displays her 2nd place rosettes as here, everyone is a winner!

Otta-Man has settled well with us.  I have not met him purrsonally here at home, only smelled him on Man-Slaves Jumper.  He smells good and isn't at all a stinky male cat, so that's nice for visitors to his Otta-Mans Palace. Of course, when we were both younger, we practiced making whoopie at Aunty Karen's house.  Momma cuddles him and plays with his favourite toys and roughs him up and blows raspberries on his belly.  He is a soppy one for sure and Flaire really likes him when she visits.  He is very busy watching squirrels and birdies. He has his own Robin and his own collection of Long Tailed Tits that visit the feeders on the back gate which is right outside his window. So on cold days he can stay in and watch them and on warmer days, he has heated beds and an outdoor heated enclosure with birdfeeders for the hardy birds. Sometimes he is too busy for visitors and brushes them off in favour of twitching!

Our Christmas was very merry and bright. No one ate or climbed the tree and we all had fun chasing each other in the paper and boxes.  There were fireworks in the streets and we love those - I taught Tyga not to worry and we all sat in the windows watching them.  Otta and Flaire had a good view on New Years eve with front row seats, except they were in the back row - necking!!  We are now twelve days into the new year and so much to catch up on.  We are taking it in turns to be office cats and Tyga is in training as office junior.  She is allowed to hole punch and shred things and that's it.  Pearl has no idea how the wipeboard works and is her constant helpy self wiping it clean with her paws and pulling all the magnets off and running off with them.  I am a good Office cat and can file and sort papers and look pretty.  Lillibet is the best trained and I think she is going to take Office Manager soon.  She can really pack a punch when operating the printer, thwakking each sheet as it makes it 's way out of the printer - she has taken this job over from her Mother, Faith, who retired last year and only pops in for coffee.  Lillibet is also great at making sure every receipt and invoice is personally stamped with her paw print and after a hard days work, she snuggles into the in-tray for a nap under the angle poise lamp. 

We are  hoping to plan a trip away in the Spring, maybe see Amara the Caravan and get away for a few nights. We are all being good so we get picked to go - that is unless Flaire has babies - then we are all stuck here!  Sigh. 

Laters my posse - My loyal subjects - For Queen and Country
​All my love
​Queen Vee =^..^=

Initial concepts are proposed, changed, redrawn, rejigged, shifted and rubbed out until a finished agreed 3D model is computerised to show sizes and potential look.  It is at this point that function and layout of your design must work and that customers have a positive outcome to the experience you have created and to importantly understand the clients brand.
Final plans are drawn up and all those niggly bits reworked until the final designs are signed off by the chief of chiefdons and the deposit is paid and you are now rolling in it! ​

Your final job is to collapse in a heap somewhere, making sure your phone is on 24/7 so that you are on paw for any adjustments to lighting, niggly bits that won't stick no matter HOW much silicone you have squidged into it. You take your rest where you can, often in the back of a truck or if you are very lucky a bar somewhere within ear shot of your client.   

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