On Monday night, Lillibet went missing.  It was the most awful night going for the hoomans.  They were very upset and worried.  She had vanished at about 6pm after being out orb bathing with them, she was poked through the landing window and it pushed to.  It is a stiff window as the hinges need replacing.  However, not long after being pushed through, she pushed back out again. What a madam.  Then, she must have wandered about the inner garden and around into the big garden, taking in the smells and exciting trails of squirrels.  Then, she must have hopped over the fence into the wilderness, following those naughty squirrels.  

Momma had been searching for hours, inside and out to no avail and then ManSlave got worried when she wasn't home by 10pm and started looking too.  He got his ladders out and put them into the thicket so she could climb back over the fence and a towel out so she could grab onto the fence at the top and it had our smell on.  She must have been sat quietly looking at them both searching.  Faith joined in by screeching at the top of her lungs.  This went on until 2am where everyone gave up, left the cat house open and went for a rest. 

At 4am, the house was awake and off everyone went, Faith in a carrier yelling her head off, into the brambles and black thorn as far as they could get with torches and low voices calling her name in the squeaky voice they use for her. Lillibet is a very vocal cat, so they were hopeful to hear something.  But nothing!  It was all getting very worrying.  Then, Faith let out a squeak of delight as they returned home.  There Lillibet was, pleased as punch in the cat house.  Everyone was totally relieved.  That was until Momma saw there was a new widdle on the wheel!  She not only had vanished for over 10hrs, she came home just to pee on that wheel. 

Well, I suppose, at least the culprit has been sourced.  Momma said it was one of those neuteres and now we know which one.  So each day now, Lillibet and I play - who can pee the most on the wheel.  Momma is very upset as the separate time out was meant to make sure that there was less friction between everyone - but instead - Lillibet took a giant time out that just isn't acceptable.  

All Momma's friends tell her that lady cat''s who are up the duff don't piddle.  Well, in that case, I am no lady.  I am with MiniCats and still piddling.  Yesterday I piddled on the mini fishtank in the kitchen and Momma put her hand in it.   She had just cleaned it so couldn't figure out why there was water on the top of it?  I peed on the wheel again and this time Momma said "who did this" and I ran so fast over the sky bridge I nearly fell off the end with the extra weight I am carrying.  All of a sudden I feel guilty.  I am never guilty. i am usually very proud of my handy work.  So now, Lillibet and I have been made seperate and we have to wear piddle pants.  It's not great - being preggers I don't like things around my waist and I peed in the pants and now my butt is wet.  None of this is fun for anyone.

The MiniCats go to their new diggs next weekend.  They will be off and globe trotting to far flung places.  Ok, so Portsmouth isn't that far flung!  That will mean I can then move into the kitten room and enjoy peace and quiet all on my own with Momma at night.  That will be better and then I can maybe feel safer knowing I can be top cat of my own room?  Well, that is the theory!

From your devoted Queen Pee Vee =^..^=  

Last Saturday I was meant to blog about our cat wheel, but I got too busy and forgot to blog.  I don't suppose anyone noticed as the weather has been so nice you have all been in your gardens and not got your faces pressed up against your tablets waiting for me to blog! 

So with that in mind, I am going to repeat a story about last weekend.  Well, I have still been piddling on the cat wheel as so has one other of the four adults in the house (not including ManSlave or Momma).  So with great annoyance, Momma stripped the wheel down to it's bare wood, which took hours because those fab guys from The Cats' Claws had made it so well, the rubber wouldn't come off!  She scraped and cut and rubbed and sanded and zoozed with her fancy machine until it was all back to a nice surface.  Then she PVA'd it to make it more waterproof and the nice lads from TCC came and replaced the rubber for us. A non porous type that stops cat pee from soaking into it so much and allows for Momma to clean it easier.  

It's fab, I tried it out and yes, the wee just sits neatly on the top. Great!  Then I watched with high amusement as Flaire took her turn on the wheel and rolled about laughing as it showered her in yellow smelly rain water.  She was not best pleased, jumping off and shaking off the wet onto the newly scrubbed floor and walls. That was all I needed for it to be dispersed and the wee ran around in a neat trickle until it dried enough for me to take my gallop.  Then, someone else took a wizz on the wheel and I don't mean the running kind.  Another yellow river wizz and again, poor Flaire was subjected to a further shower and then a quick bath as Momma had enough of the smell already and Flaire had now been in every bed trying to get rid of it so Momma had also had a ton of extra washing to do too!  See, the old rubber was much better, only our paws smelled before!

Well, Momma decided to find out who the second piddler was.  I was prime suspect in both cases, however, i was away for a month and it was still happening and then Flaire went with momma on a showing trip away and it happened then too...so it had to be a neuter!!! But which one.  This called for process of elimination. Easy right?

Day one. Monday just gone.  Momma pops Flaire into the House of Fun for 2hrs on her own with just radio two and a bowl of water for company.  Nothing.  She just strolled on it, never even breaking into a sweat!  I join Flaire for a further hour and still nothing. (I had just used the tray).  I was also desperate for a bit of a gallop and peeing was last thing on my mind, I like to run until I am panting.

Day two, Tuesday just gone.  Momma puts Faith in HoF for two hours with a bowl of water and Smooth radio and still nothing. Not a piddle in sight.  Flaire joins Faith for a few hours to watch birdies together. Flaire also changes the radio station back to Radio 2. She prefers Steve Wright in the afternoon.

Day Three, Wednesday just gone.  Momma puts Lillibet in HoF for 2hrs with just a bowl of water and Classic FM.  Nothing is delivered on the wheel.  She uses it and runs regularly in short bursts. Momma allows Faith to join her because Faith has screamed for two solid hours wanting to be in the HOF with her Daughter and still nothing.  

Day Four, Thursday just gone and it is a free for all.  We can all use the wheel as normal and hey presto. No weeing!  It is a miracle. We are all cured.  Momma thinks it might be something to do with the radio station?  Alas, we prove her wrong.

Day five, Friday just gone.  Wee galore. Two infact, from two different cats. One I claim as mine. I did it right away and watched Flaire stupidly take her walk as I sang a rendition of Purple rain changing the words to suit. "Yelooooow rain, yelloooow rain I wail" as she throws me a look. Well. If she was sensible, she might let it dry first!!!  So as to who else is joining me is pee fest is a mystery to everyone, except the pee'ee. 

To top all this off, Momma has a camera set up as some of us are secret runners.  I like praise so will run if frustrated or just want attention. Flaire is a quite walker, she strolls along, only breaking into a jog and sprint every so often. Imitating a wilder cat stalking prey and then dashing for the catch. Lillibet makes the HoF shake to it's roots with her heavy lumbering gait and I can run the fastest and love to show off.  Faith will take a trot every so often, but I can tell from her lower gut, she hasn't been running so much of late and it makes me wonder if she is our secret piddler?  She will be found!  Oh and before you make assumptions as to why Pearl hasn't been mentioned, she never goes over the Sky Bridge into the HoF, so right now, it's not her either!

As Turkey dinners go, Tilly Tickle had quite a big one.  Last weekend she blasted her way past all the adults and neuters in Section 4 at the show and came out on top.  She wasn't quiet about it either, telling the crowd that she was a the group winner over some very special other pussy cats.  He blue and green eye flashed and surprised everyone who watched her and her sparking lambs wool jacket shone like a beacon.  She had been meticulously scrubbed by Mrs B and turned out like a shiny new pin.  She had big massive rosettes bigger than her even.  Huge pretty things with triple ribbons of all colours. Lots of champagne too and chocolates for Mrs B.