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 =^..^=
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 =^..^=
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