It has been FOREVER since the parentals have made a Sunday Roast.  They have been busy every weekend and a roast is the last thing on their minds, but today, our olfactory organs were exposed to the smell of crackling!  It is one of my favourite smells and even those of you who are vegetarians can still find it difficult to resist the smell of pork crackling and bacon. But it's OK, this little piggy was a home reared orchard snuffler and he or she had a very good start in life and so we don't feel so bad as to taste his delicateness.

I sat for a whole two hours in front of the oven, it still doesn't have a light in it, so I have to sit with my face pressed up to the glass which is nice and warm and makes you drowsy.  Lillibet was no help, he kept peering in and thwakking me on the head to make me move, but this is my Sunday occupation and not hers so I muscled my way back in.

When it was finally served, Lillibet took pride of place on Momma's plate, she knows better than to sit on ManSlaves plate.  She was waiting for her share.  Plates re-washed and Lillibet placed back on the floor, we try again for our morsels.  They did arrive and in super time.  I had mine in my dishy and the CatWomen got to eat on the kitchen table, only because I am such a ganet I snaffle anything going. That kitchen table has become a cat table I think. The Parentals never use it unless visitors come and then it gets such a scrubbing!

Once I had sniffed my food in my tummy it was time to just sit and contemplate how to steal some from their plates, but with all three of us sniffing about, the lounge door was shut and we has no option but to go and lick the plug hole in the sink to get the last remnants of juices. I am not sure it's good for your health to lick out the sink, I often think of all the germs, then I think of the favour I am doing the Parentals by making it clean!

KS =^..^=

Lillibet can not wait to Meets and Greets her public next weekend (5/7/14). She has been looking forward to it for some time and has been preparing the goods for her own personal stall at the Wiltshire & District Cat Show in Swindon.  

She has been growing her coat like crazy, but all that has happened is that it looks patchy in places, more like it is falling out than growing!  Her spine line is like a loo brush, but underneath, you can tell there is curly fur trying it's best to 'do something'.  She is 20 months old now and both her Brother & Sister in France have luxurious coats.  Maybe it was her hard start in life and then the Pyometra and then the blood poisoning and then the fact that she reacted to her booster injections as did Faith, who was poorly for a whole week?  It is possibly just bad luck that she hasn't had the time to grow her clothes properly and all the stress of being poorly has taken it's toll on the short and curly part of her coat and it's sort of twisty in places and tight in others - a bit like a demi wave!

Even so, she still fancies meting everyone who wishes to see her and she is not the cuddliest of cats, more a talkative interactive kinda gal, with attitude to die for.  She is rambunctious, persistent and audacious, she is just a little charmer with cattitude!  I am sure anyone who meets her will fall in love with her unusual 'longness'.  Every thing about her is LONG! Long legs, long tail, long ears and the longest licker I have ever seen amongst my feline friends and where better to keep it than a long face and nose? But at the same time, she is ever so petite and just a whisp of a thing. She eats twice as much as anyone else and races about twice as much as anyone else.  She is no show cat, no ambassador for the breed, she has all the old style Devon wit and charms though, oh yes, her purrsonality is all Devon Rex, but, well, the rest of her is just plain unique!

Come for the most unusual cuddle and be charmed by my friend, look at her rage of toys and she will discuss with you her new ventures and aspirations for her special brand LilliLongLegs Catnip Toys.

KS =^..^=

PS. Please remember, Lillibet will only be at the show for her brand LilliLongLegs under the umbrella of Maystar Design.  She is not typical of the Devon Rex breed and is not on Exhibition for this reason. KS =^..^=

Ever since Mr.Zeus made his debut in the 'House of Fun' for a few days, it's been crazy ma here.  We don't know who is friend and who is foe.  I am also feeling frisky and my friskiness is rough and not at all soft and playful, more kill or be killed.
I forget that I am now a thundering 4.2K and throwing the extra 400gms about the place is making a difference.  I am strong and feisty. 


Yesterday, I raced from the CatPod at break neck speed from the lounge, which gave me more impulsion and as ManSlave opened the door, I was out like a flash, into the garden where I saw Ipek sunbathing on the chair. She called to me, so I ran over and Thwakked her, surprised, she rolled over and screamed.  I hate screaming, it's so whoosie, so I made her run and beat her up until she vanished over the fence. We were deep in the bushes, so it was hard for the Parentals to catch me.  But I came out, all happy, got a smack on the but and put back into the CatPod.  That's when it really kicked off.  Faith went for me tooth and nail and I was up the cat post like a pole dancer.  She followed and bit my ear, I yelled and tried to get her back, but stupidly, I ran and was found cowering on the windowsill behind the curtains with pooh dribbling down my leg. Oh the shame of it!

Well, today, I was not having any of her filthy looks and she was being so sweet and cute and kissing me and washing me - SHE thinks she is top cat now, well I showed her a thing or two. I Thwakked and Thwakked her and made her run all over the kitchen and pushed her off the high fridge and laughed whilst she toppled down into the dragon plant. Then I raced down and met her at the bottom and Thwakked her again - she was screaming at me to stop.  Momma shut the kitchen door to the CatPod to try and catch us, but we were out of the catflap and I had her in the chair, smacking her face over and over until she lay there in a heap.  I was airlifted to the Parentals room for time out.  I sat in the window for an hour with a face like thunder.

During all of this, little lillibet had hidden on the top of the kitchen cupboards and then under the sofa. It has taken her two days to come out and only then for noms and kisses with Momma.  I know what you are thinking, I am a bully.  This is what I did to Mr. Zeus and Mr. Zeus crumbled and now I am back on my health regime, it seems I am at it again. Some of it of course is jealousy, some is the need for extra love and some is because I CAN!

KS =^..^= 

I recently visited Simon the Vet, it was my routine monthly check. This Atopica is good stuff, it is healing my skin and along with that it makes me feel very excitable. I am certainly busier and chasing the CatWomen more and Yawping, Thwakking and playing. Yes, playing!

I was weighed in a nice fat and healthy 4.2k. That's such a good weight for me, I like being this healthy and even though my tummy is a little tricky at times, I am much healthier in every other department. Even my ticker is well behaved.

Simon was quite surprised as my ticker, as over the last few years, it has been getting worse and worse.  Well, Simon said he had a hard time even hearing a murmur at all. I mean, only a month ago I had a graded murmur and this month.... nothing?  How can that be? Am I a miracle boy - it's official!

I have tried many times to test out my new healthy body and try to outrun Lillibet, but she is one speedy little cat, running at supersonic speeds around the house. I am sure it's not good for her at all, but she really loves stretching the boundaries of the sound barrier.  I can chase her to the top of the stairs and catch her back legs, but she does a double back flip and quarter turn in the air and she leaves me heading for the bed.  I make a fast 'U' turn, but already she has gone and already done a circuit of the lounge and kitchen before meeting me again at the top of the stairs where she jumps over my head on her 'U' turn on the bed and we race together side by side down the stairs.  There was one that could float like she does, just tips of your paw pads touching the carpets, but now I have to dig in hard to keep this honed body in perfect balance. 

So to happy healthy me, who and run and skip and jump with a new found flourish and all my muscles are back working and not tiring me out and I don't have to take impromptu naps any longer - I am firing on all cylinders and just need to get this jet pack sorted so I can keep up with this chocolate speed demon.

KS =^..^=

Mr.Zeus's family were on their way to the Great North Swim and they found out that Mr.Zeus had forgotten his armbands and wouldn't be allowed to enter.  It was a bit of an annoyance as he had been saving his shark outfit for the event all month and had refrained from wearing it about the house.  So, because he couldn't go and raise money for Cancer, he had to be dropped off here on the way up instead.   He caused all sorts of havoc here at the Maystar House and Momma said that he was not to parade around in his shark outfit unless he wanted a good Thwakking from me!

I wasn't allowed anywhere near him and he didn't seem too bothered about saying hello, so we left it at that, him in his 'House of Fun' and Me and the CatWomen in ours.  He looked like he was having a great time, food on tap, bird feeders in his window and new cats to meet. Although, once he set his sights on Ipek, he scared the life out of her and ran at the cage door.  She immediately cowered down and he spat at her so much, she eventually hissed at him and slunk away.  See, it wasn't all me in those days, he had a temper on him too!

Momma cut his claws, oh what a racket he made, anyone would think Momma was sawing his paws off with a rusty knife. He was screaming like a girl and contorting his back feet over his head.. me oh my, wouldn't catch us treating Momma that way.  She soon had him placed between her legs and trimmed away whilst he wailed on and on and stuck his back feet out which splayed the toes...  perfect. Snip, snip, snip. wail, wail, wail.  The new neighbours must think we skin cats for a living here at Maystar! After he took out his frustrations on the cat post, he filled his tummy with a bowl of chicken.  I was laughing hard, Momma had forgotten it made him itch!

His family came on Sunday and collected him and took him home in a nice new kitten carrier, his, we noticed was falling to bits. He was thrilled to back, ripping up their carpet and climbing their curtains and sleeping with his Mummy in bed.  So much better than the 'House of Fun'. Although, he did just walk in as though it was only yesterday that he had walked out.  I think he had a good holiday and we all enjoyed having him, shark suit or no shark suit!

KS =^..^= 
 

Weight is a thing that gets everyone talking and even fibbing about. I never have to fib about my weight, I never get a chance because I am always weighed at the vets and it's always accurate.  The last time I was weighed I had crept up a staggering 400gms. but this is good as it means my health is improving and no, it doesn't mean I am a biffer.  I did ask Momma to take my collar off, in case I was considered as such!

Lillibet weighs nothing, she doesn't even register on the scale, she is a light weight but muscular and very very long. Faith was a tiny 2.5K when she first went to stud in 2012, after her kittens she seemed to hang onto all the extra flesh the kittens left behind. She is a lithe 3.3k now and Lillibet is not far behind,even though she looks like a feather.

I have a notion that before you are weighed it is best to release all chocolate gold from your tummy, make sure your bladder is empty, don't wash yourself because the body soaks up water into its pores and this could weigh more and finally, don't hold your breath, it's sure to weigh another ounce!

KS =^..^=

Here is our very own Cat Sitter - Uncle Paul.  He has been very poorly but really we think it's just to get out of looking after us lot. You see he is booked in for future cat sitting sessions, but after we gave him the run around last time he visited, I feel he is laying it on a bit thick. He got himself admitted to hospital where we couldn't visit as only humans were allowed, so Momma went in regularly to poke and prod him for us and make sure he wasn't 'putting it on'.  Allegedly, he is not!

I am still not convinced?  The doctors say he had trouble breathing, well, he seemed OK to me the other week when he was bending down to clean the 'chocolate gold' from our trays. OK, so he was huffing and puffing a bit and having Lillibet jump on your back to help is enough to wind anyone.

The fact is, we can't believe that he had got sick at all, he is always busy and Meggie his dog keeps him active and we make him run around and play games with us when he comes here.  It's strange how you take health for granted.  When I have my allergies and my ticker is acting up, I get tired and worn out quickly and a tad grumpy.  Maybe that's what has happened to Uncle Paul, he got tire and grumpy?

Luckily, he is back on the mend and will soon be home.  All my friends on Facebook have been really lovely and sent him lots of messages which Momma printed out and took with her for him to read.  he was very grateful in deed and said how lovely and kind everyone had been.  That is one nice thing about FB, my worldwide friends really pull out all the stops when someone is poorly.  It will be nice to have him back visiting again soon. I am sure he didn't really want to miss out on feeding us and playing with us and it was all a rouse to get us worried and make me fret about being starved if the Parentals go away again.  Hey, we were lucky he didn't go into the Hospital when he did look after us... we may have starved then!

KS =^..^=

sometimes we get to sleep with Momma. Her legs get fidgety so she gives ManSlave a night or two off. On these nights we get a right royal evening of cuddles and fuss and vie for her attention.  I like to sit on her chest and look under her book and purr loudly. Faith likes to take her time coming to bed and has to take Lillibet hunting for rogue spiders and unsuspecting bugs.  Once the hunting is over they both come to bed.  That little Lillibet plonks herself on top of me. that makes a cat \ human sarnie with me as the filling.

Momma created a two pillow bed for us to share, it has a soft plush blankie on it, this is where Lillibet sleeps for the rest of the night, on her own I may add! She only stretches out to touch Momma's face and let's out a silent miow when she wakes.  I then snuggle as close as I can get, to the point of inhalation of her carbon dioxide.

Faith is more subtle, she is an armpit warmer and snuggles right in and purrs so gently that it feels like she is shivering. Not like my bone healing rumbling purr! She also touches Momma's face intermittently to make sure she is still there. Faith also likes having her paw held during the night which is tricky when she is shoved into Momma's armpit.

Lillibet thinks she has the best place to sleep and it does look comfy, but Faith and I have slept together for a few year now and having Momma in between us is more than perfect for us. Lillibet likes time alone and a few Thwaks and stares from her assures her a good night alone!

KS =^..^=