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There has been many mistakes here at Maystar HQ. Most of them include the distribution of that tremendous by product we call peepee. It seems that Lillibet was being chased by Flaire and not letting her get to the litter trays. There are three of them and we all share really well providing Momma is there to clean them quickly. Well, Momma was a tad busy on Friday morning and didn't do the mid morning scoop out. This was all too much for Lillibet and she squatted in the new cardboard cube and peed. She peed on the new Jackson Pollock Yeowww and on her feet. It trickled out of the box and into the groves of the lounge floor and along the groves, downhill, to the fishtank and along to a box that needed returning to Amazon. What an absolute mess. She shook it from her feet and tiptoed about leaving a trail right to her and her hocks were wet. She did it, fair and square.
Now, I know I have been caught several times leaving pools of golden glory about the place and I take full responsibility for those three I was seen 'doing'. But now I have an ally and therefore I may not get the blame for every tiddle made in the absence of any visual spottage. So was it me who tiddled on Momma's pillow before I left to see Otta? OR.... was it really Lillibet....giggles. Was it me who peepeed on the show clothes Momma laid out for yesterdays cat show or was it Lillibet? You see, unless a DNA can be obtained, we are both safe from a slapped arse! The best thing too, is after it has all been cleaned up, even as the culprit you may return to the scene of the crime and sniff until your nose flays apart and you flehmen at it. This then confuses the onlooker to think that you didn't do it at all.
It also seems that no matter how much scrubbing Momma does to the area with Safe4, we can still smell that incredible pheromone undertone that tells you one of us has visited said spot. Really, it is clean and there is no trace with the black light. However, we just love to wind the hoomans up and make out the area is still filthy. I remember vividly piddling in my carrier after a show in December when I caught that awful bug. No matter how many times Momma soaks and steeps that bag, when it warms up, it smells of me. The same happened to her clothes on Friday. Even though she washed them and sprayed them with special stuff, she kept catching a whiff of cat all day yesterday. Then, very luckily, she realised it was wasn't actually her at all and someone else close by who must have had a stud boy. Phew.
Today is a pee free day. We are all happy that there is snow as we are all still laying in bed snoozing our hearts out. I have been helpy with ManSlave, who is making a beef stew. I helped him trim the beef and eat all the little bits he didn't want. Some of it was very tasty, some was a bit sinewy. It gets stuck to your licker and makes it hard to swallow. Yesterday, ManSlave was worried about me and said I was being quiet whilst Momma was away at a cat show with Tilly and her new family. He said to Momma that I kept gagging and had slept all day. What I didn't tell ManSlave was I have been bolting my food and huffing as I eat if anyone comes close by. The huffing sticks those kibbles into my gullet and eating so fast is making me burp. I suppose to the worried ManSlave, it looks like gagging! Once Momma arrived home, I was fine and happy again. We all woke up and raced around the house and made everyone laugh.
Well, after a busy morning of beating up Lillibet, thwakking the kitten and kissing Momma and writing all this I am retiring to my quarters to rest from my adoring public. It is time for a rest and a snooze before I must gather myself for addressing the commonwealth later in the day.
Your Queen Vee =^..^=
Now, I know I have been caught several times leaving pools of golden glory about the place and I take full responsibility for those three I was seen 'doing'. But now I have an ally and therefore I may not get the blame for every tiddle made in the absence of any visual spottage. So was it me who tiddled on Momma's pillow before I left to see Otta? OR.... was it really Lillibet....giggles. Was it me who peepeed on the show clothes Momma laid out for yesterdays cat show or was it Lillibet? You see, unless a DNA can be obtained, we are both safe from a slapped arse! The best thing too, is after it has all been cleaned up, even as the culprit you may return to the scene of the crime and sniff until your nose flays apart and you flehmen at it. This then confuses the onlooker to think that you didn't do it at all.
It also seems that no matter how much scrubbing Momma does to the area with Safe4, we can still smell that incredible pheromone undertone that tells you one of us has visited said spot. Really, it is clean and there is no trace with the black light. However, we just love to wind the hoomans up and make out the area is still filthy. I remember vividly piddling in my carrier after a show in December when I caught that awful bug. No matter how many times Momma soaks and steeps that bag, when it warms up, it smells of me. The same happened to her clothes on Friday. Even though she washed them and sprayed them with special stuff, she kept catching a whiff of cat all day yesterday. Then, very luckily, she realised it was wasn't actually her at all and someone else close by who must have had a stud boy. Phew.
Today is a pee free day. We are all happy that there is snow as we are all still laying in bed snoozing our hearts out. I have been helpy with ManSlave, who is making a beef stew. I helped him trim the beef and eat all the little bits he didn't want. Some of it was very tasty, some was a bit sinewy. It gets stuck to your licker and makes it hard to swallow. Yesterday, ManSlave was worried about me and said I was being quiet whilst Momma was away at a cat show with Tilly and her new family. He said to Momma that I kept gagging and had slept all day. What I didn't tell ManSlave was I have been bolting my food and huffing as I eat if anyone comes close by. The huffing sticks those kibbles into my gullet and eating so fast is making me burp. I suppose to the worried ManSlave, it looks like gagging! Once Momma arrived home, I was fine and happy again. We all woke up and raced around the house and made everyone laugh.
Well, after a busy morning of beating up Lillibet, thwakking the kitten and kissing Momma and writing all this I am retiring to my quarters to rest from my adoring public. It is time for a rest and a snooze before I must gather myself for addressing the commonwealth later in the day.
Your Queen Vee =^..^=
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