It has been an unusual week because Momma hurt her shoulder again and has not been able to type very much so the office has been closed for most of the week, so has the creating of things.  That leads us to do really naughty things.  We were able to visit the communal area and have a few days outside whilst the Autumn spreads it's colourful leaves.  Pearl did her usual thing and hopped over the fence a few times which makes Momma laugh.  Due to the shoulder injury, Momma cut us off from the House of Fun because there has been much piddling and ruining of the cat house. It's that dirty Robyn. She is like a mini hope pipe when she is calling and literally just piddled on the bed in front of me as I type this.  Sigh. She just doesn't have a clue she is doing it and I am not sure how she generates so much as I only just bumped into her coming out of the catloo? 

Midweek, Tyga was playing with my orange Purrday Wiggly Worm, he was nothing more than a few inches of tail left and as she played hard, she bit down and Momma tugged and down the hatch he went, this was 9pm at night.  Then the sickness began at 2am and continued until mid morning, but only really a dry hacking with a bit of food.  After she ate breakfast we thought that was it until midday when she brought the lot up during an online focus meeting with Agria insurance.  Right after the meeting, Momma rang the vet and they took her in and looked at a whole wormie for comparison.  It wasn't going to be seen on an Xray, so she was given omeprazole to settle the irritation in her tummy and we were to wait for Wormie to reappear from the bottom end!  That took two long days and last night it appeared with a flourish.  

On Thursday, Lillibet went to see Vet Tudor and after her examination he suggested that she find a new home to stop her stressing so much and pulling all her fur out.  It has been terribly bad recently and although she chooses to stay lots in the office, she is still flicking and jumping, chewing and licking crazily despite the medication.  SO the plan is to reduce the Gabapentin and keep the Tryptophan going.  He was quite adamant about trying to find her a new home without any other cats she can't cope with.  That's going to be a challenge.  She loves Faith of course and they spend all their time together, so Momma rang her pal Roni who runs a Healing Sanctuary in Warwickshire.  She had lost her wonderful boy Disco a while back and was contemplating having a cat again so has offered to let Lillibet & Faith go for a rest-bite holiday.  This will be OK for Lillibet but Faith is a bit of a princess and may not do as well as Lillibet who was very busy and active the second she arrived.  The house feels very odd with out them and we can at least find out what Lillibet is like away from the stress of Maystar HQ. 

Flaire is still on her Hollibobs too and will come home next weekend and hope her boyfriend has done the deed now? She has been quite the little diva, yelling for weeks until she arrived there and went shtum!  At least she hasn't had the dreaded Pyometra and she either was mated on the first few days and no one saw anything or she is now knocked off call... who knows.  

Magnus, Robyn and SaBreena are outside in all weathers and enjoy their freedom  racing about watching squirrels and pigeons.  The darn Horrible Horraces have stolen even more gravel and slate now leaving the ground in the communal area bare and the kids are coming in with muddy feet and traipsing them all over windowsills and paintwork.  Ikon is enjoying lots of cuddles and kisses. Only this morning he jumped onto a large sail boat we have hung on the wall and ManSlave was calling for Momma to come and help him hold up the boat because Ikon was bending the brackets with his 4k weight. It was a really funny sight with his big cream body behind the sails and ManSlave trying his best to hold it all up against the wall.  He was promptly extracted by Momma with all of us laughing at his ungainly dismount whereupon he got down and beat us all up for laughing at him.  


ODE TO THE WIGGLY WORM
Tyga Tyga burning brightly
Stripey and chocolate daily and nightly
Momma sings Tyga's happy song
She purrs and mews and sings along

Then it's playtime getting ready for bed
She grabs up Wormie by his head
Brings him squeaking to Momma's feet
Lays him down nice and neat

Taps him with her tiny paw
Squeaks and asks to play some more
Momma flicks that wormie about
Tyga jumps, twists and gives a shout

She hangs on tight and won't let go
Momma tugs and says "OH NO"
As wormie vanishes down whole
Right the way down her little gub hole

Tyga gulps and wormie is gone
down the gullet it's no con
Into her tummy and way down low
slithering down, nice and slow

Taking his time to reappear 
We sit and wait and constantly peer
Searching through the chocolate gold
Oh how long will she keep hold?

Finally, after two days long
Out he pops all chocolatey and wrong
His colour is no longer bright
As he spent a day and a very long night

At least he is out and Tyga is free
The vet gave some pills and a very good fee
All for a wormie swallowed one night
That gave all at Maystar a terrible fright!

I hope you enjoyed our fun and exciting week here at Maystar.  I am off to check out the roast of beef and yorkshire pudds.  My mouth is watering and Ikon and I shall keep a good eye on the proceedings. Today the clocks went back and the bright morning has been enjoyed by all laying on the floofy blankie watching Monty Don on the TV. Everything a Sunday should be. 

​Your Queen Vee =^..^=

Another dull office week where we all lay about the office being Office Cats, trying to be helpy, but not so helpy that we get asked to do any filing. Filing is so yawnsome.  Year end is always so mundane, the same old reconciling and matching this to that and lots of colour markers.  Magnus came for a visit and slid about the desk and laid on everything.  SaBreena scattered pens and papers everywhere.  Robyn had a fleeting visit to find her Mother, Tyga, for a portion of milky.  Tyga has been very loyal wrapped around Momma's neck or sleeping on the floor by Momma's chair whilst I take a well earned nap under the radiator.  Lillibet catches a few rays on the windowsill and has been wearing King Slinky's old vest to stop her washing her back so much.  She went online and ordered herself a longer more fitting type one from one of Momma's pals. Faith has been yawping all day because her bowl is continuously empty and although she and Lillibet are looking very svelt, it all comes at a terrible cost to her hunger warnings.  Pearl never ventures further from the landing windowsill, she might get attacked by the big mean upstairs cats in the shape of Tyga.  Ikon enjoys long snoozes on the landing with his son.  Flaire is still on her Hollibobs.  

Momma has also been trying to fathom out how to get some of us on the same foods again, but there are still many issues afoot with keeping my bladder healthy as well as stopping everyone thieving my food, especially Tyga.  Ikon always pushing me from my bowl too and he is just a big bully boy.  Ironically, when Momma tries to feed them both other fishy flavoured foods they don't like them.  I don't have much of the bag left then it's full on rabbit as we spoke about last week.  So, Momma has been searching online for Surefeeders second hand.  It is at least £30 off most of them and some are very new. The one she picked up this week is very new and extra quiet. Pretty cool as this one is mine so I can eat in silence!  Momma has labled them too to make it easier now there are 5 feeders. It has taken up the entire workspace and poor Alexa has had to be plugged in elsewhere as she interferes with the microchips. All very technical this AI stuff!

After work each day, Momma has been making and creating something new each day towards her Kitten room project.  There can only be an hour allocated to it each day with building, sewing, making, covering and fixing all the bits and pieces together. There is a space for a new mini fridge, a place for cat litter, all the draws for the kitten saving and birthing equipment.  A unique lockable area for medications and potions.  A unique section for foods and tins as well as a few special storage places for spare litter trays and useful stuff.  There have been boxes covered in materials from the old curtains and the new fabrics to house all the kitten blankies in as well as larger boxes for vet visits and show blankies which has saved much space in other areas of the house.  The unique doors have been covered in fabric with unusual leather handles and a great couple large butterfly handles.  There is one final secret area behind the whole kitten unit, which by the way is raised up to save Momma's back, which holds all the half doors as well as the floor kitten pen.  It is all very unusual and bespoke to us and we hope it will work ever so well when the time comes to have kittens again.  There is still much to do and an hour a day soon knocks off those little jobs to make it extra special and purrfect.  

There are so many little jobs to be done in the kitten room, curtains to finish, a bed spread to be made, a curtain and some kitten guards.  The rosettes have all been hung up after the room was decorated.  There are still lots of photos and pictures to be hung up too.  It will get there. It is  a break each day from year end to stop us going so stir crazy.  Not that I help that much really. I like to poke my paws into everything of course. That's helpy enough. 

In the mornings Momma and I have a great little routine.  Every day she has to take lots of pills and those little pills rattle away in their plastic packets.  I sit patiently on the windowsill and she takes out her giraffe bag and removes each packet and rattles it in my direction.  Out comes my paw and I waggle it about and if i am a bit lackluster she titivates me by touching my sniffer with the packet and my mouth crinkles as my lips cover my teeth making a little 'O'.  This makes Momma all gooey inside so I do it even more and make little mewling noises too.  I wave my paw and try to pull those rattlers towards my mouth for a nibble but I am not allowed to puncture the foil.  This game goes on for a nice amount of time and there is one packet that makes me go all silly and I roll over kicking her hand and balance on the windowsill and my mouth really goes to town with my lips really crinkled. I make Momma laugh and that's all that matters.  She leans forward and kisses my tummy and I spring up and press my face on her face and rumble out a big purr to reward her for the attention.  I do so enjoy one on one time and since I am back sleeping on the pillow, I feel even more jolly and bring Wormie everywhere in the hope someone will animate him for me.  The only issue with that is Magnus has exceptional hearing and is always there biting my toys.

It is off to sort the lunch and find out why there isn't a roast in the oven? Well, Momma forgot about he piece of ham that needed cooking up so today is an easy day of ham and lentil soup so ManSlave gets a reprieve from slaving and can get on cleaning out his fish and reading the online paper.  No doubt he will have an array of helpers as he sucks up the gravel poop and tidies the rocks and plants.  SaBreena and Magnus enjoy looking in the tank and playing in the water, I am surprised no one has ever fallen in over the years!

Right, I feel a nap coming on seeing as there is nothing on the oven channel. First I shall have a gallivant about with possibly Magnus as he is good fun to torture and always making up rubbish in his head, then find a nice comfy space to oversee everything just in case I am needed super quickly to play with Wormie. 

Have a great Sunday and enjoy the last of the dry weather.  Your Queeniest Queen Vee =^..^= ​

It has been a funny sort of week here at Maystar.  A busy and yet monotonous repetitive days with much rain and no time out in the communal area.  Pearl and Flaire were put into Al-CAT-raz or the stud house to outsiders.  They were playing competitive widdling and poohing on the cat wheel in the House of Fun and Momma had HAD ENOUGH and although never shows us her annoyance, you could see she was at the end of her tether and shouted obscenities every so often! They have a wheel in Al-CAT-raz, one of those plastic ones that can live outside. They peed on this too...sigh.  I have stopped going out to run on the wheel, just too much competition. 

Magnus and Ikon spent the odd night out in the House of Fun because the youngsters were calling and Robyn is way too young to be caught and not really so much that but the nights and nights of chasing, banging and crashing from the kitchen.  One night there was a loud crash and off flew the water dish, which is a glass mug with cat and mouse decal on, from the windowsill and spilled everywhere which must have made the worktop slippery as there were skid marks everywhere.  They had pushed one of the special glasses from the work top and with that breaking noise at 2am, Momma was down the stairs sweeping and wiping up all the glass shards from the kitchen floor.  I can imagine it was Magnus as he is very big for his young 9 months and not yet in control of his massive teenage feet. 

Flaire has left the building in the hope that she may have kittens. Ironically, her Son is interested in her yelling for boys and Ikon is not. Typical!  So with Pearl alone in Al-CAT-raz during the day all is well and happy with her and she watches the Horraces and runs on the wheel.  She is eating so much now but not really putting on any weight, the Vitamin B12 supplement at least is giving her an appetite however, she is unaware that she needs to stop and some of the amount of food has to exit as chocolate gold. Shame they are not pre-wrapped. ManSlave went out to Al-CAT-raz to visit Pearl and do the feeders for the Horraces and birdies and he noticed her food was all gone?  He text Momma "SOS, Pearly has run out of food and is fainting." She came riding in on his shoulders and immediately headed for the food machine.  Pfft, she had a huge bowl of food at early breakfast  and it was only midday.  See, it's as though she has worms which was why her diagnosis was so weird to find and only a smart vet to notice the pattern wasn't right for such creepy crawlies. 

I have had a good week, I am half way through yet another food change that has taken a month of increasing a few kibbles each day and even though I really love the taste of the fish style food it still makes my skin lumpy and bumpy and my breathing raspy.  I am eating Flaire's special Duck & Potato diet that claims that the urine is kept to a neat 6.5 which would be brilliant.  Flaire's special food wasn't quite right for Flaire, it was good but Momma found a better one for her, damn me if it isn't fish!!!  I tried it and had lots of breathing problems and my skin flared up.  I can't win! The vets have been amazing and I am now on a 4 month review, well, 3 months now as a month has gone.  I look a little grubby but over all I feel really well and exceptionally happy.

 I know I am happy because I love my Wiggly Worm again and drag him everywhere.  I was given a new one in September for my Purrday and he has lasted all of a month. His little orange body hanging like a fish in a Puffins beak and with a meep meep that sounds Puffin like too.  I carry him, head first which has worn to string, leaving just his tail dangling from my lip.  At night, when everyone has gone to bed, I bring him proudly to Momma squeal and wave my paw about until she flick flacks him about from her bed. It's the best part of my day, just us together.  I have my medication, which tastes NASTY, and then I get to play to try and forget the flavour.  ManSlave says it sounds like Elephant Rex on the ceiling as I thump from floor to bed and back again.  Often in the morning, Wormie is still in the kitten room and I drag him through the cat flap and he gets stuck, so I call Magnus and he pulls and pulls it until the flap opens to let the wand out, then he trots super proudly, head held high and the second he drops it, I am there to catch Wormies fall. I never get bored if I am healthy and I guess this is my gauge of wellness!

There is one thing that has been annoying me and that is my Daughter, she has been rather sooky and turned into a Mummy cat despite her huge operation to spey her. She has commandeered Robyn, her daughter, into suckling from her and has brought a full belly of milky in for her.  She has become protective too and having a go at anyone that even looks at Robyn.  Robyn, who is in call, then turns into a baby cat and follows Tyga about mewling for milky and not eating enough kibbles and has lost weight.  Then, at night time, Tyga HAS to sleep next to Momma and I don't get a look in and that makes me mad.  I spit and hiss at her and Momma and go into a huff to my bed.  However, last night after wormie play, I still felt a bit giddy so Tyga pounced on me and I pounced on her. She wiggled her butt and did a big pounce so I laid into her and she fell over into a heap and mewled like a baby and me being me firstly went to whakk her one, then decided to wash her - she woke the Mother in me - PFFT!  I am SO mad at her too and she just crawled along the floor after me, wiggling then falling over if I got rough. So that's that sort of over and I shall tolerate her daft behaviour and with that in mind, I slept on Momma's pillow again, claiming my special human and Tyga slept in her arms all night.  Poor Momma, her neck is all cricked today.  Giggles. She loves it really!

As usual, I tell you what is for lunch.  Well, I am not sure how this happened but a small bit of beef fell out of the freezer and just missed Ikon's paws, he jumped away a bit surprised. Being a Birthday cat this week he was hoping for something special to eat and so the beef spoke to him.  He is sure to get a two year olds portion!  It shouldn't be a long cook. It's really small so I shall help ManSlave dig some potatoes out and collect some mint and we have a couple of beans left too. I shall ride on his shoulders and dig my nails in his back to grip on as he bends..  We can play with the strings, they feel funny on your face and are fun to carry about.  Lillibet used to really love a green bean string when she was a baby. She has forgotten how that game goes!  Just briefly on Lillibet, she has lost a few more grams on her diet. Faith is holding her weight and Momma can't seem to shift the final 100gms.  Maybe she should look at her own body first and get some exercise done and apply that to Faiths routine?

Right, I am off, ManSlave is dishing out freeze dried ducky treats and I can't miss out. The entire house is here, moaning and growling, grumbling and taking their feeding places to get their ducky. Only SaBreena has beef flavoured ones, she is so fussy with just one taste bud!  Right, I am going, I can hear the cap popping off and my fellow housemates are being treated....laters folks.

​Queen Vee =^..^= 

The Horrible Horraces are upping their game this week with the Autumnal weather sliding in.  The berries are out in force and the birdies of all shapes and sizes are munching away and are looking quite rotund,  I take it from all their stuffing of food that we are in for a bad wet winter?  The Horrible Horraces are getting cheeky too and taking the meets & greets to the furthest extent.  They are popping in and out of our CatPod whilst we are in there and being slow to leave to make us chase them back out.  They come into the top part of the House of Fun shelves which is accessed along the roof.  Then, once chased they sit just out of paw reach on the roof having a wash.  Honestly. They are taking over!

SaBreena, Pearl and I stand at the gate to the House of Fun and look at the side squirrels, these are squirrels that only feed at the side of the house. The Horraces from the main garden walk, belly flat to the ground and semi crawl to the gate, sniffers going ten to the dozen, whiskers quivering.  We  lay flat too, squeaking and shaking and trying to tell those naughty squirrels they might be lunch.  Then, the squirrel will sit high on his backside then leap beside the door frame, clinging on and peeping at us cats below. They are so sneaky and quick but now they tease us quite a lot. Even when we jump at them, they hardly move just flinch a bit.  Then up the door and along the cat proofed fencing then push their little faces into the netting where they have snipped a few holes to ready their escape and usually with a piece of slate to boot!

On Wednesday morning, Robyn made her escape when Momma came back from cleaning the outdoor litter trays and that speedy Robyn, who is the size of a squirrel, slipped out of the starting gates like a greyhound and chased a belligerent pugnacious Horrace into the trees.  He Gyrated his hips and stuck out his tiny tongue and shouted obscenities at her.  Robyn was very pleased with herself and came back eventually when called and praised.  he tail was super floofed up and the size of a squirrel's tail. She held it aloft with pride and trotted back yelling in her singular voice all about the chase and how she nearly tasted his butt!  Momma laughed and picked her up giving her a cuddle and was rewarded with a tremendous purr and up she went onto Momma's shoulders to double check those pesky Sciurus have left the garden.  We know why now squirrels have that genus for a name!  Well, they steal all our slate and you can hear ManSlave shout "You can't be serious!" Well, Ok, it's from the Greek, skia and oura, meaning shadow and tail as they love to sit in the shade of that bushy appendage. 

This morning ManSlave woke Momma with an Orchid, well I suppose it was better than the pinch and the punch she got 3 days ago on the first of the month.  So why and Orchid? Well it's their 23rd Annipurrsary today. Who knew monogamy could last so long! For us cats it wham bam thank you mam and off they go into the wide world to repeat to other poor unsuspecting queens. I didn't like that bit of the relationship.  I cried and mewled that I didn't want to do it and pushed my butt to the floor.  I conceived Tyga and Freya with a cheap shot!  Flaire always enjoys her time with the boys and turns her trips into sweet canoodlings.  Momma is waiting for Ikon to do his thing again soon.  We are in no rush, the break is nice and relaxing and there are so many babies about at the moment anyway.  Sabreena, by age , should be next.  It was her first birthday on Thursday so she is growing nicely and overtaken Robyn who has a few months yet to get the right weight and size.  So no kittens at the moment.  We are still twiddling our thumbs.

With it being an Annifurrsary, that means a good bit of meat. Today is a Tomahawk Beef steak cooked like a roast and we get the bone once it is all cooked up.  It's the very best bit, the rib eye and is rather lush in my opinion.  It won't take long to cook so i best get a jiggle on and get to the stove before Ikon who will eat the majority of the trimmings before anyone else gets a taste. 

Have a super Sunday and we hope next week there will be less of the wet stuff for everyone. 

Your Queen Vee  =^..^=