As some of you may remember, it wasn't long ago I visited Otta, 21 days ago to be exact and in between that point and this I have called again. This time with ferocious intent. However, instead of trundling off to Otta again, I have been kept at home to have a full call with my Sister Flaire. The noise we create between us is furrnominal so we have been sent out to the House of Fun over night to howl and yawp and yell all night long. It is quite well insulated so we sound like wild foxes in the wilderness next door and the neighbours haven't said a word! However, in the house I sound like a Peacock and Flaire a strangles Goose.
During the day we have the run of the house with everyone else and recently, because of Pearl immanent in popping, we have been allowed access to the lounge. She feels safe here during the day away from Faith & Lillibet who won't touch her once she is up high on the cat post. So access all areas it is. Now, again, from recent blogs, you all know that I have taken to piddling all over the house. Well, Momma has caught me a couple of times now and we have come to an agreement that I am to only piddle in the bath on a blue cloth. I like blue cloths and that way anyone seeing a blue cloth knows to be aware I may have scent marked it. However, we haven't told ManSlave that the blue cloths we are using are the very ones he washes his car with. ::Chortle::
So because of the yelling and the piddling Flaire and I are outside over night. This does two things. Gives the Hoomans time to get some sleep and it helps Lillibet out too as we stalk her all night long, chirruping and rolling about for her. We both love her SO much when we are calling and she is beginning to pluck her fur out with the stress of it all. But hey, we honestly don't mind at all and race across the sky bridge in huge excitement, bodies quivering with anticipation of all the fun things Momma lays on for us out there. We get fresh blankies (because I piddle on some) and lots of new toys each night and cat nip or valarian or lavender sprinkled about. We get a fresh rug on the floor to roll about on and express our inner lion on. We play fight on the rug too. Don't forget, we also have the CATS CLAWS WHEEL that we run and run and run and run on. It is incredible to keep up our fitness and stave off midnight boredom. We try and run together on it too, but Flaire is a bit dopey and runs behind me, slowing me down. I am scrambling up hill and she trots down hill. Sigh. If only she would come beside me, we could trot together and make lighter work of it.
We hear from Jaz and Jamie that they like their new wheel too. It is proving a bit of a hit and at first Jamie didn't really like it very much, so their Hoomans made an external cage door to fit over the wheel and Jamie plods along for a few minutes each day. He now goes on it on his own and Jaz runs super fast on it all the time. Jamie swears this is why he doesn't go on it as much because his sister hogs it 90% of the time. Jamie is on a diet, the same as Lillibet and Faith, he can't have a fancy machine SUREFLAP MICROCHIP FEEDER like we have because he breaks into them. So Jaz has to be fed way up high on the top of a huge cupboard he can't jump on. They call it 'Jaz In Handbags' because that's where their Mum keeps all her precious designer handbags. Lucky stylish Jaz. Eat all she wishes whilst poor starving Jamie has to work for his supper on the wheel! Once he gets a little more stream line, he says he is going to 'Handbags' to get him some noms! Nothing like a bit of incentive! Where will Jasmine eat then?
At night, we are bribed with not only toys but a nice packet of JWB Turkey noms. Flaire only really likes it when she is pregnant, so I get the majority of it of course. Momma also leaves the packet top for me to play with. That is hours of fun and in the morning, I trot over the Sky Bridge with the packet top held proudly between my teeth and present it to ManSlave in bed. He then has to throw it for me until he gets up and goes for a shower. I then wait patiently outside the shower cubicle with the strip at my paws and longingly look at him between the drips in the hope he can throw it again for me. He does throw it the second he gets out and then I sit on the toilet and watch him shave. This is normally Lillibets job, but recently she is stalking Pearl so I took her place. He then dries off and goes to the cupboard for a shirt. I can not wait for this bit, I wriggle and jump about from tall boy to side table, bed to tall boy and then the second his arm is in the shirt I make a bound for his shoulder. It just seems a ritual now and I get carried aloft to the cupboard where he keeps the snacks and he presents me with mine first. I take it gently and jump to the bed to munch it down like a starving beast and beg for more. We only get two each and the rest of the pride are there on the bed waiting. We all have to sit on command and some give a paw or beg and I am learning to 'high 5' It is a good way to start the day and it makes ManSlave worth keeping. He is very well trained now.
Right, Sunday is Roast day and today we have a nice small piece of local Sirloin, a Simmental steer from Kenilworth by all accounts. I am going to make sure I get a few nibbly bits from the end to tidy it up a bit. Then a short flash in the oven whilst we wait all together for the start of the Grand Prix. We love GP day, the heating goes on and big thick ruggies come out and the Flying Frenzie gets a new feather end and we can play and jump about and enjoy our day off.
So, my adoring public, it is time to poke the beef and help with the veggies and try not to put a paw in the gravy mix or run off with with a Yorkshire pud. Enjoy your day of peace and warmth too. Love from your Queen Vee =^..^=
During the day we have the run of the house with everyone else and recently, because of Pearl immanent in popping, we have been allowed access to the lounge. She feels safe here during the day away from Faith & Lillibet who won't touch her once she is up high on the cat post. So access all areas it is. Now, again, from recent blogs, you all know that I have taken to piddling all over the house. Well, Momma has caught me a couple of times now and we have come to an agreement that I am to only piddle in the bath on a blue cloth. I like blue cloths and that way anyone seeing a blue cloth knows to be aware I may have scent marked it. However, we haven't told ManSlave that the blue cloths we are using are the very ones he washes his car with. ::Chortle::
So because of the yelling and the piddling Flaire and I are outside over night. This does two things. Gives the Hoomans time to get some sleep and it helps Lillibet out too as we stalk her all night long, chirruping and rolling about for her. We both love her SO much when we are calling and she is beginning to pluck her fur out with the stress of it all. But hey, we honestly don't mind at all and race across the sky bridge in huge excitement, bodies quivering with anticipation of all the fun things Momma lays on for us out there. We get fresh blankies (because I piddle on some) and lots of new toys each night and cat nip or valarian or lavender sprinkled about. We get a fresh rug on the floor to roll about on and express our inner lion on. We play fight on the rug too. Don't forget, we also have the CATS CLAWS WHEEL that we run and run and run and run on. It is incredible to keep up our fitness and stave off midnight boredom. We try and run together on it too, but Flaire is a bit dopey and runs behind me, slowing me down. I am scrambling up hill and she trots down hill. Sigh. If only she would come beside me, we could trot together and make lighter work of it.
We hear from Jaz and Jamie that they like their new wheel too. It is proving a bit of a hit and at first Jamie didn't really like it very much, so their Hoomans made an external cage door to fit over the wheel and Jamie plods along for a few minutes each day. He now goes on it on his own and Jaz runs super fast on it all the time. Jamie swears this is why he doesn't go on it as much because his sister hogs it 90% of the time. Jamie is on a diet, the same as Lillibet and Faith, he can't have a fancy machine SUREFLAP MICROCHIP FEEDER like we have because he breaks into them. So Jaz has to be fed way up high on the top of a huge cupboard he can't jump on. They call it 'Jaz In Handbags' because that's where their Mum keeps all her precious designer handbags. Lucky stylish Jaz. Eat all she wishes whilst poor starving Jamie has to work for his supper on the wheel! Once he gets a little more stream line, he says he is going to 'Handbags' to get him some noms! Nothing like a bit of incentive! Where will Jasmine eat then?
At night, we are bribed with not only toys but a nice packet of JWB Turkey noms. Flaire only really likes it when she is pregnant, so I get the majority of it of course. Momma also leaves the packet top for me to play with. That is hours of fun and in the morning, I trot over the Sky Bridge with the packet top held proudly between my teeth and present it to ManSlave in bed. He then has to throw it for me until he gets up and goes for a shower. I then wait patiently outside the shower cubicle with the strip at my paws and longingly look at him between the drips in the hope he can throw it again for me. He does throw it the second he gets out and then I sit on the toilet and watch him shave. This is normally Lillibets job, but recently she is stalking Pearl so I took her place. He then dries off and goes to the cupboard for a shirt. I can not wait for this bit, I wriggle and jump about from tall boy to side table, bed to tall boy and then the second his arm is in the shirt I make a bound for his shoulder. It just seems a ritual now and I get carried aloft to the cupboard where he keeps the snacks and he presents me with mine first. I take it gently and jump to the bed to munch it down like a starving beast and beg for more. We only get two each and the rest of the pride are there on the bed waiting. We all have to sit on command and some give a paw or beg and I am learning to 'high 5' It is a good way to start the day and it makes ManSlave worth keeping. He is very well trained now.
Right, Sunday is Roast day and today we have a nice small piece of local Sirloin, a Simmental steer from Kenilworth by all accounts. I am going to make sure I get a few nibbly bits from the end to tidy it up a bit. Then a short flash in the oven whilst we wait all together for the start of the Grand Prix. We love GP day, the heating goes on and big thick ruggies come out and the Flying Frenzie gets a new feather end and we can play and jump about and enjoy our day off.
So, my adoring public, it is time to poke the beef and help with the veggies and try not to put a paw in the gravy mix or run off with with a Yorkshire pud. Enjoy your day of peace and warmth too. Love from your Queen Vee =^..^=
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