It has been a spectacular week here at Maystar HQ.  Unlike last week, there has been a plethora of activity.  Firstly, let me start by announcing the birth of four spectacularly multicoloured bundles of joy, born to SaBreena and Magnus.  SaBreena showed amazing bravery delivering them and Momma really didn't have to do much.  It all started, right on the due date of Tuesday.  Momma was baking a cake and chatting to her pals so much so that she forgot to add fat to the cake and ruined it... doh!  SaBreena was following Momma everywhere, hanging on her every word and then she disappeared for twenty minutes and no one could find her.  ManSlave searched everywhere and Momma searched behind him.  Then, she spotted that the bottom of the barrel climber was blocked with a blankie and there, inside, pushing her little heart out was SaBreena.  Momma got nibbled and growled at. That's great instinct of don't touch me THIS HURTS!  Momma washed her hands thoroughly, scrubbing under her nails to make sure all was sterile as possible whilst ManSlave lifted SaBreena into the kitten delivery area in the bedroom and all the while SaBreena kept pushing.  It's a long wait for the first one.  Sometimes with us lot in the past this bit takes FOREVER!  So ManSlave said he would go to work and do the job required and come home in time to help, except he missed the entire thing and he was only gone forty minutes!  

As soon as he closed the front door, it all happened. She gave birth to a wonderful chocolate and white girl that looks just like me!  Momma didn't need to help, except the baby was a little hard of breathing and took a while to get started, she left the baby in the bed with Mum but rubbed her vigorously to get the breath needed.  SaBreena was gobbling up placenta and went on to sever the cord.  It was amazing. The first of our generation not to need help!  Momma went to weigh the little one whilst Mum washed herself and then, out popped another, just like that. head first again like number one.  Having her hands full of kitten, Momma put the kitten in a heat pad as she was cold. This helps to warm them gently to get the digestion going.  Number two kitten was pure white with a big black cap and tail with a giant zigzag on her bum just like King Slinky.  She was crying her lungs out. 

Momma weighed kitten one and popped her back on the heatpad, Kitten two was mooching about so she got weighed too and popped on the heat pad as out shot a black and white boy kitten, head first, screaming like Dad Magnus did.  SaBreena just pulled him close, washed his face then set about trimming his umbilical.  She knew what was going on now and was on a roll.  Momma cleared the paper towels, dried the bed around her, gave her back two kittens and weighed kitten three.  Everyone was cozy and trying to find the milky bar already.  What a wonderful sight.  Not ten minutes later, she contracted and out slid a huge and very hot red and white boy.  It was such a surprise for all of us as she didn't look big enough to be carrying four.  He is a dream baby and has that fantastic look about him already, big fat ears that point east to west.  you know when you just fall in love and know exactly what his life will be. 

They have all gone from strength to strength.  Of course there are sleepless nights and days for Momma as new Mums can be a bit clumsy at first and SaBreena is no exception. With being so very exhausted, she lay on the babies more than once.  Momma cared for the weeners throughout the night, cleaning them and popping them on the nipple whilst SaBreena slept in fits and starts.  She ate raw meat and vitamin paste every two hours for two days whilst she gained strength and Momma woke throughout the nights to feed and water her and carried her to the litter trays in the kitchen as she didn't want to use the facilities upstairs, then carried her back to her babies.  Then, on day two, she went off downstairs on her own and fed herself and drank so much from the water fountain I thought she might pop all over the kitchen like a Gremlin!  

She then announced to Momma that she should like the kittens moved to the kitten pen please and sat mewling in the new kitten pen until Momma carried the handful of squealing fluff to her and there she has been all week, dedicated to her position of head queenie.  Just yesterday she allowed Filly and Robyn to visit.  It was one of those magical moments you could never recreate.  All three had their heads in the kitten pod, discussing the birth and the babies and each being so sweet to the other with licks and headbutts.  It was a sight to behold.  Even though she is very protective over her brood, she allowed her besties in for a sneaky look.  I, on the other paw, was not allowed to see them and was told to 'wait outside' the kitten pen and not to enter. Pfft. Faith had it even worse than me, she wasn't even allowed to set a paw over the threshold of the kitten room and was whakked on the face and spat at to get out!  I feel quite honoured now!  

Magnus, of course, is running about in the snow with his Dad, Ikon, screaming from the top of his lungs that he is a Daddy cat and King of Kings!  It has all gone to his head which isn't difficult as there isn't much in it!  Ikon is the laid back Grandcat that he is and soaked up the glory that was on offer and is still my mortal enemy number one!  I tried to congratulate him but he grabbed me and bit me.  ManSlave saw it and took me away.  He really does stress me out.  He can't take those big baby blues off my chartreuses', ready to go for the kill.  I have substituted Filly to take the beatings, she is sadistic enough to enjoy a good pasting and gives as good as she gets. I prefer smaller prey, like my grandchild Robyn or niece SaBreena to taunt.  Can't taunt Filly, she is tough cookie and gives Ikon the biting and kicking he enjoys! 

There is a dousing of the white stuff here today, the garden is all clinical and white.  Except for the odd Horrace digging through up to their backsides to find the nuts ManSlave has put out for them.  Just this week Ikon has a set to with Horrible Horrace himself and Horrace won! Ikon had jumped from the raised deck onto the fence, scooted along to say good morrow to Pearl and Flaire in Al-CAT-raz and there was HH in his way on his nut feeder.  Horrace threatened him with a fisty cuff in Ikon's face so he waited as HH chuffed and punched away at him and then crept, eyes down, along the fence and that's where the sneaky Horrace jumped him from behind and proceeded to kick him and rode him like one of Lester Piggot's Derby winners at Epsom, along the fence, back towards home.  He was on the final furlong when another Horrace came bounding along and fur was flying as they pasted him towards the winning post.  Bemused and shocked, Momma lifted him from the fence and checked every inch of him and gave him a dose of 'Flea Off' to ward off any freeloaders.  Ikon certainly had a good run and hasn't been on the fence since saying he has no interest in the National this season.  He is more of a flat racer than a hurdler and the winners circle is not all it cracked up to be.  First time I have eb=very seen him give in so easily! 

I am off to watch the snow fall and cover the trees and watch the little birdies with their bright plumage rummage about to feed themselves.  There is food a plenty for them at Maystar HQ and no one goes hungry, especially on a snow day.  I may be tempted to go out and make a snow cat if it gets deep enough?  I must dash, there are lamb hocks in the oven, they started cooking at 8am and will be ready soon.  They need careful guarding until then even if ManSlave says they don't.  You can't be too sure about them wandering off into someone else's  tummy if I am not there and this week there is no garlic or onions so I may even get me a little taste of the good stuff. 

I bid you fare well and to keep safe and warm.
Bastet blessing for you all. 
​Your Queen Vee =^..^=

Not a lot has happened this week.  Phew, thank heavens I hear you all breathe....  Well, that is all for the good right? Maybe not as it makes for the dullest of Blogs.  I can report, however, that my skin is in tip toppidy top condition. My coat is at the extreme of being groomed to purrfection and I am all but ready to dance the light fantastic on the world stage for you this very day.  I am breathtakingly beautiful and know it.  I kiss Momma and push my happy little face into her hand and smooch her face and make her kiss my fuzzy little head and I mew happily in her arms.  I don't like going on my back but will sit up and be munched about my face and ears.  Oh how I purr.  
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SaBreena is growing exponentially in the belly department.  Her nips are glowing red and the milk has begun it's descent. Just on Friday night she was chased up the stairs by her own Mother,Pearl, and out popped her pregnancy plug on the stair carpet.  It was a nasty mess that Momma had to clean up and that ManSlave nearly stood in and then gagged!  This does mean that her first stage labour is under way and within a few days everything will kick off.  For now, she is settled and happy popping in and out of her kitten room. ​Just this morning I commented on how rotund she now looked and she gave me a terrific clout about my noggin for the comment.   Pfft, I was only saying!  These pregnant queens really are tetchy!  She is eating her weight in kibble and has no cravings. She is a picky feeder and subsequently will be hard to keep weigh on we think. 

Dear sweet Flaire piddled on the bed.  It was just before ManSlave collected her up in his arms, kissing her and in turn she whispers sweet nothings in his shell like.  He sat on the bed and laid back and she purred and squealed with delight as he caressed her curls and she headbutted his stubbly face and trilled at him.  Someone always has to sleep in the wet spot, right? And, so it was, he rolled right into the freshly wet linen, where the urine just lays on the surface of the bamboo coverlet and soaked into his clothes.  He was FUMING!  He also didn't know that she had done it so was cursing Pearl who was innocently sitting playing goosberry on the bedroom stool.  Momma knows it's not Pearl as she is still only peeing a ten pence piece of wee!  Both of them are outside in Al-CAT-raz due to his girlfriends peeing and Pearl's stress.  They have both been setting upon the gravid SaBreena too so that has earned them to be under lock and key.

Last night, whilst watching a film, my dearest Grand Daughter dared to sleep in my favourite bed by the radiator.  It is toasty warm there and to add to the comfort it is also best when the heated blanket is still in the basket to snooze on top of.  There was Robyn, feet in the air like a dead parrot, body like that of an otter in the eating fish position, eyes tightly shut but listening to every noise. She does suffer from FOMO so I used that to my advantage after trying the obvious of biting her exposed upturned paws.  I sat pondering, huffing and puffing and then I had me a wicked idea... I trotted out into the kitchen and routed through the toy box where right at the bottom I had hidden a yellow spring.  I keep it there in emergency kitchen lockdown as something to do.  I found said spring, announced it loudly, dropped it a few times making the tell tale spring sound on the laminate and then carefully carried it to the lounge rug and gave a holler that I had something mighily special. Just to make it known, I gave it a pat with my paw and Robyn's pixy head appears above the parapet, eyes transfixed on the spring, ears like satellite dishes.  I have her attention - this shouldn't take long...  SIGH, it took FOREVER!!! I tap the spring again, Robyn sits up alert.  We stare hard at each other and I look to the spring and back to Robyn.  Her gaze doesn't move from my eyes.  I glance down again and give the spring a little shove to send my point home.  Her eyes flicker for a second to the spring and back to me.  I pick it up in my mouth and muffle something obscure and she sits up and is really taking note now.  If only I could get her to come to the spring I could have my bed back. Double sigh. She is settling back down and no amount of mewling is shifting her.  She won that one.  I walk aimlessly back to the windowsill, pretending to sniff at this and that, jump up and bite her toes hard and Robyn flips over and clouts me back.  Gone has the respect for your elders - Millenials!

Just to inform you of today's Roast.  It was a little lamb shoulder and Momma smothered it in garlic last night meaning we could even have a taste of it today.  Now that is selfish and CatLine said she was right not to feed us alliums in our diet.  Momma said it was about as close to Veganuary we are going to get! If nothing else it smelled great and I put on 50g just licking the gravy when ManSlave's back was turned. 

Keep safe out there people of the world. The dreaded lurgy is lurking everywhere. Be more cat - wash wash wash. 

​Your loyal Queen Vee =^..^=

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On the second Sunday of the month or there about, we all get a weigh in to check the health of our little bodies.  Some get weighed more than others if there is a medical reason and usually things are picked up very early.  Take for example Pearl and her vitamin B12 deficiency.  She dropped weight like a stone which is alarming, where as someone like myself with my 'water retention and big bones' is finding dieting a little hard.  I can't stop snacking, head constantly in ManSlaves face licking the smallest crumb from his chin. He thinks I love him, pfft, love....  They are starving me you know and CatLine couldn't give a hoot!  As far as weight gain goes, I only have to inhale the scent of a Sunday roast and I have jumped up 100g!

Pearl has been a model patient. Four straight months of Vitamin capsules filled with Cobalamin which were emptied into vitamin paste to disguise it's bitter taste and placed on the roof of her mouth each day.  Some days, usually if Momma is in a hurry, she gets out the poking stick.  The poking stick was borne from us galloping to the top of the cupboards and staring down at Momma. We know full well she will bring a chair over and we cringe back as our dose arrives, but this is no good, the cupboard is a safe place, so Momma devised the Poking Stick.  It's silicone end to a wooden spoon feels yucky on the fur and she has a treat waiting if we jump down to her. So a bit like a carrot stick but with less calories!  Now, when we see the Poking Stick, we jump down to get our treat and unfortunately our medication.  We can be very smart you know and very tricky all at once - no two days are the same and I have a new hiding place under the wine rack, that Poking Stick can't get in there because Momma has to sit on the floor.  I have it all sussed out you know, but she gets me in the end and my Atopica is served and I gag and retch and hunker down and feel sorry for myself for a whole minute.

Swinging briefly back to Pearl.  Her four months were up, bloods revealed she was super dooper high in B12 and a little lacking in Folate, but hardly anything. That's a bit of scale tipping the vet tells us and nothing to fear.  THEN, she went and got cystitis, Pearl not the Vet.  I mean, REALLY!  So now more medication and she is sharing with me at the moment. We are Cystease Sisters! It's great stuff and now she has it topped with a little Metacam that gives you that all over buss and brings your play time back as you don't have any pain and you can wee again in a comfortable manner.  She is better already and Momma will continue to dose her for a further week to make sure it is all gone this time and it will be unless she stresses again over calling!  AGHHHH  Just one more blood test and a pooh screen and she can be mated in Spring time if it is all favourable. 

Back to weights.  I have to commend Lillibet for her terrific weight loss.  She is svelte and sleek all over and silky smooth and has some energy again.  Faith is in Momma's bad books she gained the 100g Lillibet lost and has tipped her back into the fat cat marker weight.  She is like me, just has to sniff anything that isn't her diet food and BAM -weight gain.  Filly and Robin are neck and neck and Momma is super chuffed with Robyn as at 10months old she just wasn't gaining any substance as she wouldn't stop suckling Tyga. This in turn just stopped her growing as she needed real food.  Now Tyga is ensconced in her new abode, Robyn has steadily gained an entire kilo and is looking and feeling exceptionally heavy and weighty and now she is 13months old she has visited Magnus - we think unsuccessfully though.  Filly has helped her transition away from her Mum and Filly is now neck and neck and a very big cat and wizzed on a kilo since her arrival.  Remarkable when the dynamics change. 

Flaire never really changes weight and keeps a stable 2.8k.  She si super sleek and very muscular.  She too gets extra vitamins each day but enjoys hers and is no trouble at all.  SaBreena really likes vitamin paste, which is great as she has to have lots of it with raspberry leaf each day to aid her up and coming birth.  She has gained a tremendous amount of weight in a month. a whole half a kilo.  That's great news as she is a picky eater and trying to get her to feed the babies inside is tricky. I do hope she eats enough once they are here to feed them.  Although, she is a healthy 3k and the kittens are a good size from the scan last week with good sound throbbing heart beats. 

The boys had a bit of a Diet too, Ikon needed to lose a tiny bit as his tummy was swaying and Magnus Rex is a growing boy so he needs the little extras.  They both get vitamin paste each day and Ikon has his eye drops twice a day then a good game of chase the Tigga Towers toy afterwards to shed the pounds whilst Magnus tucks into high calorie raw food as an extra. They are leveling out at around 4.5k and both are very muscular with the exercise on the wheel.

Well, I can feel my hunger pangs returning.  I shall go and see what's in the oven today.  I think ManSlave said he has wrestled a live boar to the ground and carried it home on his shoulders.  I think not ManSlave!! Anyway it Veganuary or some such thing like that?  I hasten to add we are not vegetarian creatures, we are high protein prey monsters and soaking beans and lentils is not as rewarding as catching me a Horrible Horrace or two!  To that end Momma organised us some farmed bunnies for the mincer.  Cruel to all you Vegans out there, but a girl gotta live you know!

​All hail Queen Vee  =^..^=

The time between Kissmouse and New Ears comes with it's own nothingness, where the days blur into one and become a melded blended mush of lounging about.  Gone has the energy for toys and frolicking in boxes and paper. The body is tired of it's adventures and sleep is in order to revitalise the senses.  

We have not only said good bye to the old year and welcomed in the new year, we have also had the split from the EU and all it holds for us there.  Our food took one whole month to reach us from Germany. Usually, our food and litter is delivered in a fine flurry of 3 days.  But alas, there was a major hold up at the ports and there sat our food, along with everyone's food and gifts for days whilst poor pets went hungry all over the UK. My paw goes out to the drivers. There are no words to express that we don't even treat animals like that!  So, to that end Momma had to order some food from Amazon whose trusty driver delivered the next day.  Alas, My food was still delayed and I had to eat some other stuff made of Rabbit and Beef.  I don't like it, I am well into a bag of the stuff and still I don't like it.  My vet says I can not eat the urinary stuff anymore as it is compromising my allergies. Shame, I really liked that stuff and Momma just ordered a new bag from Germany! Suppose it may come in useful for someones dinner? 

I have pushed this food around my bowl and seemingly been put on a diet too, pfft.  Don't see ManSlave on a diet, he frequents the fridge when Momma isn't looking then won't eat his dinner!  I on the other paw, I frequent ManSlave and climb all over him for a nibble of his stolen goods. I am still not eating my diet food and refuse to be entertained by Momma cooing how yummy it is... She sprinkles fishy treats on it to make it more palatable.  YUCK. Fish, rabbit and beef in the same meal - do you think i am desperate?  It is making me more affectionate though. I can't help it, my purr monitor is all off with this hunger that just won't abate. I am finding I am doing tricks and waving my paw at every opportunity to get snack of anything that is better than the cr4p she is serving me!  On the flip side, my allergies have abated too.  If only they would tell my lesser spotted belleh the good news!

ManSlave just came an interrupted us whilst we type this out for you all.  He was taken aback as he didn't know I actually sat with Momma and fed her lines of text via my beautiful and clever eyes. He didn't realise that I do actually impart the words into her brain and she types them out for me.  Well I can't type, how else is a blog to be produced?  Filly has turned up in the office now and fancies a bit of blogging... OK, I shall give her a quick go, she does speak funny.

Well, my eyes are all a flutter with that lingo. There is certainly a bit of a divide in languages here from Polish to West Country but there it is a taste of the cute little darling and her wonderful funny nature.  She hugs Momma so tightly around the neck if she sits down long enough then bounces off to visit ManSlave in his chair and repeats the process over and over.  She is full of fun and games and never seems to tire out. Then when all is quite in the 'dimpsey' she sleeps a long deep sleep. She is nothing but funny and full of beans or Beetle Juice as Momma calls it on account of her Mother being called Dung Beetle!

As Filly said, manSlave is indeed peeling his teddies so I do will depart to see what is cooking in that majestical of lit ovens today.  We heard, or should that be herd, that ManSlave had acquired a small amount of the bovine sort for our 'gurt' Sunday lunch. I am off to press my sniffer against the glass and meditate on the smell and beg and plead with my paws until they relent and feed me something I want instead of the dried version!

​Tootleloo ye all... Your Queen Vee  =^..^=


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