The wonderment of kittenhood is that when you arrive at your new home, no one but the Parentals love you!  I only like kittens because they arrive with copious amounts of food and a new, clean litter tray gets put in the en-suit for their 'supposed' exclusive use.  Then there is the infernal half doors to jump over which is meant to keep tiny pests from escaping. I am getting old, I don't need to be jumping over half doors to see if there is any Noms to be had at my age!

I tried to cop an eye full of her Noms but she took offence and thought I was looking at her butt!  I really wasn't, I am not a bum man. More a tongue on cheek kinda guy.  Anyway, at every turn, she has hissed and on occasion, even spat at me. I mean, it's not like I am out to get her, I just want the Noms.

Tonight, she ran at me and rubbed her body the length of mine, growling the whole time.  I was really good, I don't mind this kind of thing, in fact it's quite pleasant as she is fully coated. But it didn't last, she got scared and apparently "I SMELL".  Well, that's it. I can't be bothered to entertain her and show her the ropes if that's how she feels about me.  I am a King and should be treated as such.

But since she has arrived she has eaten and not done much else. Mainly hidden away in the heated kitten box.  Everyone has sniffed her and she spat at each of us.  Lillibet is terrified and Faith is looking after Lillibet and ignoring the fact there is the cutest wee soul camped out in her kittening room.  OMC! Did I just say cute... GAH. What I mean to say is, well, oh heck. I have said it, there is no going back.  She is cute and endearing and funny and happy and purrs non stop for the Parentals and pads her tiny weeny paws to draw milky from some poor unsuspecting humans arm.  If only that would be possible.  We could be rolling in cream every minute of the day.  ::day dreaming about cream::

But, I guess, I am the welcoming party and it is my duty as King Cat to welcome any new Pride members. Welcome Gracie or Esperanza Anne of Maystar.  There will be some initiation ceremony real soon and I am guessing she will entertain us no end as soon as she settles into a routine and stops scaring everyone and herself.

KS =^..^=

Everyone is growing their Winter coats. I am no exception, I have quite the curly onesie going on here, complete with 'rear flap'.  I quite like it, my guard hairs are creating a little coat, not dissimilar to a wool sweater, a little bit itchy!  OK, so we all know that Devons are not meant to posses any guard hairs, but it's all I can seem to grow.  I have tried to grow the lovely velvety stuff, but my body just produces what it wants.  Hey and at least it is something!  I have this one little piece of fur that sticks out of my body and it is nicknamed Willow the Wisp.  It appears every year at the same time, but never stays long.  hey ho. At least I get some rexing so I don't look entirely bald!

Lillibet is having a hard time this winter.  Last time she tried to grow a coat she got blood poisoning and any fur she had was too terrified to show it's face, so for a whole year, she has resembled a loo brush with a fluffy handle. This year though, it seems all her prayers to Bastet have come true and she seems to be growing something.  At first Momma thought she had fleas. God forbid.  But no, it wasn't fleas or bed bugs or anything mitelike... no, it was diagnosed as 'fur growth'.  For goodness sakes, everything is a drama!  She can be sat one minute, quite happy, then she is of, jumping and biting at her sides like a pony with colic. Again, all this was tested and nothing came back... but each evening she does the same thing and each morning she has more velvet.  It has been concluded that she is knitting! 

We really hope it stays as the loo brush texture is being replaced by soft velvet. She is even quite spotty and different chocolate colours. It is quite a change for her and one that will take her some time to perfect. But if she is lucky and Santa answers all of her wishes, maybe, just maybe, she can have a fur coat... I hear they are in this year!

KS =^..^= 

The Supreme Cat Show is one of those special days where normally Momma is working.  This year, however, both the Cat Club and Momma had time off and she didn't even expect to be able to go, but fate played that hand where she was gifted a free pass and it allowed her to support her friend Miss Boucles, who had a tragic passing of a beautiful pusser named Sol just the day before, and together with another friend Pixie Love, they managed to keep Miss Boucles giggling for most of the day. Friends are nice things to have when they all support each other with no agendas.  The night before the Supreme, Mrs. H came over to see me. I was on my very best behaviour and now that Mrs.H has a Devon Rex of her own, she knows just how much pressure and kisses to apply to a naked such as myself.  Momma enjoyed seeing all the pussers and catching up with a few friends.

Momma managed to pick up from Crystal Clear, Jaz & Jamie's Christmas gifts and two little 'somethings' for their Slave 'Eva'. Momma also picked up some calming spray for when Baby Gracie arrives so that we can all chill out.  She sprayed a little in our cat tunnel when she got home. It sent me wild and I ran around the house YAWPING and then Thwakked Faith over the head on the way down the stairs. It seems she still hasn't forgiven me and is keeping a close eye on everything I do.  This does not bode well for a relaxing meeting with Baby Grace. I shall inevitably show her all the things she can do, eat her Noms then get into trouble by hissing at her when she sniffs my tail.  If she can refrain from sniffing my tail, I will be a good boy!  Momma also looked at Baskets from Tigga Towers.  She so loves their products, but really, they are for bigger cats and everything is very slippery surfaces and expensive due to the exceptional quality. Momma could't justify even buying us a basket. Such a shame. We need something for our cat tree to stop that Baby Grace falling out!

The Parentals left us today to go to Hay-on-Wye to visit ManSlaves Parentals. They went to a lovely restaurant called the Three Tuns for a organic Sunday Lunch.  There were no doggy bags to be had AND they were late home. The traffic had them snarled up and they overshot tea time by an hour. I was writhing about holding my stomach and J1 was screaming because his noms comes an hour before ours.  The CatWomen had spent most of the day winding him up and blowing raspberries at him through the window.  Poor J1, deprived of Noms and sex! At least I only have Noms to worry about!

KS =^..^=

I don't think it is fair, I really don't. If Lillibet kept her yawper shut I would never be in trouble, but this week I have been in SO MUCH TROUBLE! 

She is a gentle soul, but ever since she was crazy sick this time last year with a Pyometra and then blood poisoning as well as her increasing 'specialness' due to her brains cooking, she would never have learned about the 'I am a poor defenceless kitten meow'.  It all started when Momma would have to drip feed her to keep her alive and when she needed a wee-wee she would do this 'special sick meow' - it sort of goes, eeeek eeeek meeeeep oww.  Oh how it makes your heart melt.  She uses this sweet little voice to get a snack out of ManSlave.  No one but Lillibet can do it, it is totally unique and heart warming.  Well heart warming until she gets me into trouble and tells on me...

I have been feeling frisky of late, I am still on the Atopica medication and look pretty darn handsome if I do say so myself.  I was enjoying a racing session and I do enjoy a quick spurt about the place every few days or so. Today is no exception.  When I run, I am like a Bull in a china shop, well I am a Taurus, what can I say? My legs go out at each corner and my tail goes up and I YAWP for Bastet to shower me with good feelings and well, this was the point Lillibet 'got in my way'. She just didn't move quick enough and I sort of bowled her over and she fell down the stairs like a skittle, tumbling and falling and making the eeeek eeeek meeeeeep oww sound but VERY LOUDLY!  

Faith, who had been asleep, is very protective over her baby.  She was there in a flash.  Lillibet had escaped to the office, her retreat in a fit of fur. She was twice her size and terrified. I on the other paw was equally as terrified of her Mother who was stalking the upper floor looking for the intruder.  I dare not move a whisker for fear of the beating. She saw me, I tried to slink away unnoticed into the shadows, but she was upon me and drove me all over the house until I surrendered on the windowsill and cowered whilst she pummelled me with her paws.  She can pack a punch and a little over her weight it really hits home.  I was battered and scratched with my pride dented.  Ever since then, she has watched me like a hawk. If I even make out that I am going to run about, she warns me with a raised paw and a fixed stare... Me thinks the NeuterUM chip is wearing of maybe? 

Now, how to silence that tell tail tit?  Oh Lillibet... come here sweet baby...

KS =^..^=

J1 is a very good boy.  he is settling into his routine quite well.  But after he attacked me I have decided that I won't even look at him now.  He calls and calls to me still, but I have no need to speak to him any more. I only give one chance and he broke my trust. That's it!  But I do secretly watch him getting to grips with his new surroundings.

Momma has some little pots filled with violas outside in the communal area and in between the pots and living in the water fountain are a little family of frogs.  These are becoming quite entertaining as they croak and then as soon as he approaches them, they hush up and hunker down into the gravel.

He also likes to sniff the flowers.  Told you he is a girl! Never catch me sniffing flowers.  He does enjoy any Orbrays that are on the windowsill in the early morning.  I invariably sit inside and he sits outside.  Sometimes, Momma and ManSlave open the window a bit and let us all sniff noses. Lillibet has taken to Thwakking him through the open space. J1 is a bit scared of Lillibet, we all are.  She is a force to be reckoned with at times and being Thwakked ten times on your head is enough to worry anyone.

The Parentals make sure he is suitably entertained through out the day and he is quite charming with Momma.  Well, with no girl cats to entertain him, he has to have his favourite girl.  Just watch out mate, Momma is mine. She loves me more than you. I see her kissing you and smooching with you, but it's me who is the love of her life. No-one can compare. And ManSlave calls everyone his favourite. Don't let it go to your head. Although, there is lots of smooching going on.....?

KS
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I know it's hard to believe, but Faith is on a diet.  You see, J1 had a trip to the vets after his show career and Simon said he was a good weight, a little slim on his hind quarters, but exceptionally fit and healthy. The CatWomen and J1 are on the same food, it's high protein so it really packs on the weigh...if you eat enough of it!  Faith does eat enough of it! She had been eating enough for two cats actually and anyone would think she had a litter of kittens in there.  This Neuter-UM chip really has thrown her body into 'lazy' setting.  Momma 'thought' she was pouring out around 20gms of kibble each meal, but when she weighed it it was closer to 50gms and faith was munching the lot. So in short she was scoffing 150g of kibble a day and then sharing a packet of meat on 'meat night' and devouring a Miamor between her and Lillibet.  She was beginning to thud and sway.

Momma trieto decrease the food by actually weighing it out, but still it didn't work, so Momma has resorted to buying a big bag of Porta 21 Feline Heaven FOR FAT CATS! It has taken a week of intensive weighing and feeding and substituting meat & Miamor. She hasn't noticed and even is struggling to eat the full 20gms as heaven is more 'filling' but still high in protein, just less fat.  It is working. She has a waist again. Her rexy ripples don't stand to attention, but smooth into her littler body.  She was just getting far too soft!  But as a bed partner, soft is lush and you can put your head into her belly and float away.  Momma said she will be bones soon and I had better watch my floating then.

Poor Faith has always been prone to rotundness, it comes from her grandma.  Lillibet, on the other hand takes after her father and is as lithe as a bean pole, albeit a fat bean pole, more akin to Broad than French! So, Lillibet too has joined the diet train. Now, Simon likes me a little more 'rounded' in case I have a crash.  But I too have been limited in the offerings.  You see, Momma couldn't understand why the weight was staying at the same and then she realised that ManSlave had been indulging us all from the 'wardrobe store'. A kilo of cat treats, farmed Duck Flavoured Moists.  It's a food more than a snack and Momma buys them as treats as treats are full of sugar and things, so Sanabelles Duck Moist makes for a perfect snack. But sometimes ManSlave goes a little overboard because that Lillibet is so adorable and she hypnotises him with her dreamy face and loving looks and he breaks and we all get another snack.

Now Momma knows this, our NOMS HAS BEEN REDUCED EVEN MORE - I rang CatLine told them we are being starved of our correct rations, that we have these extra treats instead. The lady on the end of the phone said. "You have food, you have water, you have shelter - what you all are Mr. Slinky, is a Duck-filled-fatty-pusses".  Now thinking out loud, wouldn't that be grammatically incorrect?

KS =^..^=

Oh no, it will go to his head, all this winning and women looking in his show pen and cooing over him. He lays on his back at the meer mention of his good looks. His head will swell and I shall never hear the end of it!

But, I am guessing that 3 golden tickets and 3 red rosettes mean something and now he has letters before his name, they spell CH. for Champion. He can also have his name in red on his pedigree. Such a coo for him in such a short time, just a month.  What a boy to have met three lady judges that obviously melted into his hypnotic eyes!

Momma has been very pleased with his short show career, he has proved to be a very well behaved boy and now that he has a super dooper travel pen, he is much happier and relaxed. Momma also sorted out a hanging blankie for him, which is OK so long as you ask the show manager. And luckily all the show managers have been very kind and said yes, otherwise he tips his tray up and gets in a mess!

So eventually, Momma will put all of his little medals and rosettes and gold certificates in a frame to display in the House of Fun.  That, of course will swell his skull.  Which isn't a bad thing - the wider the better in a Devon Rex!

Well, I shall say this only once. Well done J1. All of us are proud to have you in our Pride.  You are the only kitty to have gained a full status.  So I have to look up to you for that because I could never do it.  Long may you rein CHAMPION Rascalirex James The First!

KS =^..^=