Jasmine and Jamie came for a visit.  It was so nice to see them and quite a surprise as normally they don't go abroad until later in the year, but it seems they are nipping to Spain just for a quicky week.  Of course we didn't really all get to mix and mingle and in fact we were all locked in the kitten room whilst our visitors roamed around the house enjoying our facilities.  It was fair to say, they settled very well and seem to remember where they are and have lots to keep them occupied.  With a few sniffs under the door we said our meows and chirrups and spits for those who can't keep their lickers in their heads!

Momma had made supersized Mouses and Snakies for them to play with and take on holiday with them and their Momma, Eva, left Momma a huge bag full of beautiful gifts from Ireland and France. The twins didn't take any of our noms as Jamie is on a strict diet of which he is doing exceptionally well, but like me, has taken to stealing at a drop of a hat.  Just the other Sunday I race from upstairs, through the lounge and swiped a slice of beef from ManSlaves plate.  he became very animated and I made the stupid school boy error of stopping to gulp my find, only to be swiped up and made to eject my beef slice right there on the rug.  Jamie has been reenacting some of these moves on his own Parents, much to their dismay.  We all had a bit of a giggle at his expense as he has to wear a bell so that Eva can hear him coming!

Such brave bold babies and such a dramatic entrance by Jaz in her pretty smoky cloak and high heels, feather boa waving in the breeze riding aloft her personal slave, David.  She certainly has him wrapped around her paw and is quite a sweetheart with a kind heart and chose to ride back to their hotel room on ManSlave's shoulder, much to his enjoyment.  Secretly, she was always his favourite. He likes the flouncy girly ones, where as Momma likes the big boys like Jamie and I and with him being the ONLY Maystar boy from Faith's line, he has a very important role just like me.  King among Kings!

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Cat Women are very strange. They want to be washed then get nasty if your licker is too raspy or rough for their delicate girly skin.  They even squabble with each other too and most of the time a CatWoman's licker is much smoother than a boy cats one. But still they complain and it can happen in a flash.

Take for example Faith and Lillibet.  Lillibet acts like a little kitten and will snuggle into her Mum, making little noises, but really she is being sneaky and Faith falls for it every time.  Lillibet then, still making tiny noises in her throat offers up her neck for washing and Faith immediately obliges with purrs and washes.  What is really going on is a space war. Usually, Faith has the best spot next to Momma and Lillibet wants it. So once your soft throat has been offered for washing and your Mother obliges and you lull her into a false sense of security, it is time to make space.  Lillibet strikes out at Faith, pushing her off with her paws and holding Faith 'at paws length'.  Sometimes it's hard to imagine who is the Daughter and who is the Mother?  But push and wait she does and wait and wait until Faith gives in and backs off a few inches and Lillibet can snuggle that bit closer to Momma.  But Faith, not one for giving up her space easily does not back off entirely or leave the comfort of Momma's sid, she sticks there like a little limpet, leaning in harder and harder until eventually Lillibet and her big bottom are laying right on top of her Mother and and in turn they are heating Momma up too.  

Who will break first? Who will give up their space? It's anyone's guess.

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At breakfast time we all get kibble
But CatWomen get extras and here is my wibble
Why should I be the odd one out?
I stamp my feet, scream and shout
It's just not fair they get lovely wet meat
Just for a taste, I dance on my feet
For there is food still on that spoon
And the more I dance and act the loon
The higher my chances of getting a lick
It's a habit I just can't kick
I sit calmly and await my turn
Then dance about for the spoon I yearn
It's time for me to do my thing
Dance and prance and loudly sing
Here it comes, my worlds delight
A spoon full of jelly in full flight
On hind leggies I balance
Showing off my incredible talents
Now watch my licker go oh so fast
Removing meat jelly, what a blast
There is no shame to dance for your dinner
The CatWomen get fatter and I get thinner
I do not worry what others think
It's gotta be better than licking the sink!

This has to be one of the busiest Sundays in the history of Maystar living.  It was all go.  Momma on the sewing machine from early doors and then a small roast unceremoniously thrust into the oven and the Parentals left the house in a flurry only to return with half a caravan. How is a cat to relax when there is such stuff going on.  Of course the youngsters thought it was all great fun running amok in and out of all the new stuff.  It made everyone very giddy indeed, including me!   I am slightly embarrassed to admit to you that my feet were uncontrollable and made me run all over the house and out into the studio.  That's where all this stuff is headed, but it's raining for today and the next few days so Momma trailed it all into the kitten room.  Well, there is no one in there for now, so why not!

Oh what fun the CatWomen have had. Playing hide and seek and even Lillibet joining in the gaiety. Ok, so it's a little bit of run and chase, then turn around and Thwak your opponent and then strop on the carpet to show off her position in the house!  What position Lillibet? At the moment, that is still held by your Mother.  Gracie came into call on Friday and Faith took it upon herself to beat Gracie up whilst she lay prostrate on the floor begging for a boyfriend. Faith pounced on her back and proceeded to rip into her neck. Gracie thought it was wonderful and began paddling with her back feet. Faith sat back a little perplexed at the fact Gracie hadn't run off and hidden in the cat tree.  For the entire weekend this has gone on and to further complicate things, Gracie now HATES her Daughter, Flaire, with a passion.  Oh dear. It's never dull here.  Flaire, for her own safety, has been sleeping in with the Parentals at night time and Gracie has been subjected to the kitchen, or rather - we have been subjected to Gracie's yodeling at 2am, 3am and 6am.  It's all too much, but I suppose it has been the first time in months Gracie hasn't been scared of Faith and so it may bring them together temporarily.  It is making Faith broody, all this yelling.  She has tried many times to befriend Flaire and steal her away, but Flaire has an elephants memory and reminds her with a slap around her face that for the past 3 months she has been vile.  Faith tries to explain that she lost everything and can't have babies anymore, but Flaire isn't having any of it.  "Talk to the paw" She tells Faith and skips off.

Flaire is benefiting greatly from this new arrangement and is really coming around to human ways of thinking. There is less yelling and squawking when she is picked up and now Momma found a food that EVERYONE eats there is less fussy feeding too.  If you don't want it - don''t eat it. There is always the next meal.  How can they even think of missing a meal?  How do they get their energy to sleep and dream if their tummies are empty? Mad CatWomen. I would eat any of their food in a flash. But now, every meal is perfect, everyone eats the same and first thing in the morning, providing they have all eaten their kibble, Momma dishes out a packet of wet food between them.  I love this part, I wait and wait for it. Then, my moment to shine.  I dance around on my hind leggies singing the "Gotta lick da spoon" song.  And every time I dance about and balance 'just so', I am rewarded with licking the spoon.  It is worth all the fuss and bother of acting the fool just to make Momma smile and say "Well done Slinks, good lad."

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This is what little cats are made for.  For being your friend, telling your secrets to and playing games as well as keeping you company when you feel peeky.  When Kevin was a kit, he struggled and whimpered when Momma picked him up. Often rolling his eyes in contempt.  But one thing he did love was to sit on laps and purr up a storm.  He also didn't mind being held upside-down.  Strange little wriggler this one.  Momma spent hours teaching him to be calm in scary situations and how to handle himself with decorum. He was quite the bright spark and caught on very quickly to what Momma wanted and was the first to come to his name.  Momma was making him into the perfect child's companion.

He met his little boy, Lucca, who he was going to care for when he was just a few weeks old and even then they bonded.  Lucca has a brother too called Theo, he is much busier than Lucca but that doesn't stop Kevin wanting to play and have fun.  Recently Lucca was poorly in bed and Kevin stayed with him and cared for him. Making sure he had everything he needed.  These are traits he claims from his Mother 'Gracie Nightingale'.  But he is special and living with his boy child has made him extra special as he is the littlest cat in the house and able to be carried around and hugged by small hands.

It was an exciting moment when Kevin first sat on their tiny laps, happily watching TV together, then Kevin reached up and kissed Lucca on the sniffer which made him giggle and tell his Mum that Kevin had just kissed him!  Little boys and little cats were made for each other. To get into trouble together, to play and make a mess and run about playing chase or hide and seek.  Wait until summer comes and they can all race about the cat safe garden chasing bees and frogs. The stories they will tell each other and the secrets they will keep.  makes me wish I was a kitten again. 

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Pictures taken and kindly sent by Kevin's owner Nomi Hallam