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 =^..^=  

We are getting reports of naughty behaviours around the country from MiniCats with their new families.  Obviously, Momma says they left home perfectly well behaved and we can take no responsibility for any crazy goings on after they leave.   However, we are all trained to attack feet and desecrate socks.  So they are not totally innocent when they leave.

We have seen pictures of dear little Sophia in a globe display ball made of glass.  She just hopped in.  It was ready for Xmas lights.  She also mauls her owners feet every day by sneaking under the duvet and munching on toes.   We have seen Astrid on video paddling in water and climbing up to the top of curtains and then meowing to be lifted down.  Pandora is an angel by all accounts and frequently takes her play time racing out on poor Pheobe the dog then goes for a paddle in the sink.  Floki is chief toilet roll shredder, she has gone through so many they now have shares in Andrex.  Lionel is being his helpy self by opening curtains in the mornings for his hoomans and doing full on running up their bodies, much the same as Elly is doing here.  Only yesterday, she ran up ManSlave as he was coming out of the shower.  Her claws were clipped today because of that little drama.

I think it must be the influences in their new environments that make the Maystarlings little terrors.  We are all perfectly behaved, even if we do have lots of playtime and ragging time between us.  Flaire has a penchant for eating stuffing from cushions or soft furnishings.  SHe nibbles a tiny hole then begins to eat the insides where the fluffy white stuff is.  So far we have been lucky in that she is sick and the fluffy stuff reappears with no issues.  She is NOT allowed in the office where all the fabrics are kept.  I am a sweetheart, I only do naughty things if I want attention.  Most of the time I just want cuddles and kisses.  That Elly though, she is one naughty kitten.  Momma has been teaching her basic Dutch phrases.  She knows how to say a sparrow in the garden.  That is all she will need! 

Lillibet, besides chasing us all about, are very well behaved.  They never seem to do anything bad a t all, unlike their family in Ireland who are forever up to no good knocking precious items from counter tops and crockery from the kitchen sides.  There is always a weekly report of things they have been up to.  Where as here, Pearl is just a plain bumble foot.  Always knocking stuff from the tops of the cupboards.  Often breaking stuff too.  Momma doesn't really think that is too naughty, more clumsy!

From our mad house to yours we all send naughty curtain climbing thoughts and hope you enjoy the shoulder rides and cat scratches we give you in love.

From Queen Vee =^..^=  
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