This week has been a busy one for everyone.  The Pearlings are three weeks old and growing BIG AND STRONG.  With five boy cats, Niece Pearl has her paws at 'ten to two' in frustration.  She is a wonderful Mother and quite unexpected really.  Everyone thought she was going to be just a little bit M.A.D.  Maiden Anxiety Disorder but no. She has so far, in this three weeks, been a model Mummy Cat.   She didn't really have the best start to Motherhood as after the birth she lost all use of her legs and retained one of the placenta inside.  She had to go to the vets and have a check over.  Luckily, our new vets is really good and worked with Momma to administer all the natural remedies first and not rush in with the drugs, scans, Xrays etc.  Lots of fluids and recovery and out it popped a week later. She had eaten the other four on arrival, but this one she said was past it's sell by date! 

One of the kittens was a little weak and wobbly, he kept getting dehydrated.  We thought a few times he was a gonner, but no, he strived forwards and each time picked up and fought for his place at the milkybar.  Momma had to hand feed them all for 20hrs to begin with.  Dad's blood is a different type and it can kill the MiniCats.  Then Pearl and Momma struggled for a further 6hrs trying to get the milkybar up and running.  Finally, the end of a canula did the job with Pearl laying still and Momma sucking on that tiny tube to get the milky to flow and flow it did, right into her mouth... pthhh... salty stuff that is!  Finally, after a long 26hrs all five boy cats were latched on and drinking their fill with a further top up from the syringe for the weakest ones.  Now they are all gaining weight and fighting for the best nips as well as tasting Mum's raw turkey dinner!

Last month the Hoomans visited Pandora (MAYSTAREX ANNAVON KLEVE) at her home in Cheltenham.  Evey month we get a beautiful photograph taken by her owner Jan, who takes great pride in showing Pandora off to us.  She is better known as Pandy and still has not entirely accepted her dog friend Pheobe and teases her by jumping just that little bit out of reach.  She loves nothing more than sleeping on Jan's lap in the evening and watching birdies during the day.

Here are Floki (MAYSTAREX COUNTESS ARRAN) & Astrid (MAYSTAREX MAIDOV NORWAY) at their home in Swindon.  They make a formidable team. Floki, being the eldest, has tried to teach Astrid the ways of the house but Astrid is like a bull in a china shop - literally.  She has knocked over hundreds of glasses of water and broken a few mugs and glasses as well as trying to swim in the sink and bath.  Poor Floki, a real princess, is struggling to keep her under control.  But we mustn't forget that Floki did start out life at the Browns by shredding quite a few loo rolls!  Ho hum.

We heard from Gracie (ESPERANZA ANNE OF MAYSTAR) too this week.  It is a full year since she left home to live in Scotland with the Walkers.  This month they sent a video of her playing on the stairs.  She was playing with the children who were firing a toy up the stairs and Gracie had to batter the toy back to them for another go.  She did ever so well and looks so happy and contented and enjoys the interaction of the children.  My Mum Cat is such a beautiful cat. She even lives in a house where the carpets match her colouring too. I wonder if they ever lose her when she shuts those green peepers of hers?

Finally, and by no means least, there are Jaz (MAYSTAREX TUDOR TAPESTRY) and Jamie (MAYSTAREX JACOBEAN JESTER) to update you all about.  The 'Mad Hatters' as they are affectionately known are starting their long drive from Cobh in Ireland to Sicily tomorrow.  They have packed enough cat food for five months and unfortunately they can't take their new cat wheel with them.  Jaz is very upset about this as she loves to run on it - Jamie is secretly happy as his forced workout behind bars is nothing more than painful having to run for your dinner!  He has rung CatLine, but has been told that cats with the potential to have reoccurring UTI need to keep their weight down and therefore there will be no action taken.  We wish them safe travels and look forward to hearing about their adventures in Italy this Summer.

I have been at my mate Otta's house again.  He has moved diggs from inside to outside, taking up residence in a double cat pen turned into one so he could have me for sleep overs.  There is lots of room and space to play outside.  Momma got cuddles with him and I did my usual, Thwak him a few times and eat his noms just to show him who is boss.  He tried several times to jump my bones and I am not sure if I see him more as my friend and not a lover.  I get there and I am all turned on - then he jumps me and I switch off and want to watch squirrels and birdies instead.  Who knows?  It's best to just wait these things out I guess?

So until we know more on that - I hope you have enjoyed the monthly round up on some other Maystarlings.

From you Queen Pee, I mean Vee =^..^=

In our kitchen is a little tree
It is called Basil and smells of wee
Momma says she can smell that stuff
and that her sniffer has had enough

Round and round the house she goes
The smell of wee right up her nose
There I sit, head hung in shame
Whilst poor old Basil gets the blame

It soon dawns on Momma it is not Basil at all
She can smell wee in the lower hall
And in the kitten room too
And even in the down stairs loo

I have been around to mark my spot
my territory, my house, my lot
First I visit the bath for a pee
Just a little bathmat and me

Then I ventured into the kitten room
Where I placed my scent and my va va voom
I jumped aloft the mini fridge
and did a tinky, just a smidge 

Down it ran over it's convex door
Flowing right down until it hit the floor
Where Momma stood in it's stickiness
She sighs "Heaven help this mess"

I run and scarper as fast as can be
There is no proof, it wasn't me
Neither did I mark all the bedding
My need to pee is spreading and spreading

There is one place I am allowed to piddle
On a blue cloth in the bath I tiddle
It is a way to relieve frustration
At least I don't do it in the basin

I like to pee on our exercise wheel
I don't see the problem, it's not a big deal
As then, no one else can run
Coz it smells like me in the House of Fun

So to the House of Fun I go
Doors locked tight and I let it flow
Whilst in confinement over night
I do it then, just out of spite

So when I call for boys I am bad
It drives me potty and makes me mad
I hiss and spit and growl at mew
There is no more I can do

I have to wait my 'call' time out
Then I can play and love and yell and shout
There is nothing more for me to say
So I shall cross my legs and head for the tray

Queen Vee, 2018