We all like a little TV, but Faith really takes the biscuit when it comes to favourite programmes. She loves Downtown Abbey and continually shouts at Lady Mary! Woe betide anyone who interrupts her viewing.  She loves country file and anything remotely nature related and is partial to a spot of Bill Oddy!  But most of all she will sit happily and watch an Orchestra in action... but all this does have to be on her own TV in the Parental room.  She eats up the string section and her very favourite are movements from Straus, she loves a good Gallopp or Polka... dadada deee dadada.

I don't see the fascination and could quite happily sleep through all TV. But dear Faith just loves the whole experience. woe betide any one who tries to turn it over!  Momma had explained to ManSlave that Faith was watching TV in their room and she had thrown  a tantrum when Momma went to turn the TV off. ManSlave thought Momma was making it up, but a few weeks later, he saw the TV on and wanted to watch the weather only to find, on switching it over, a very discrumpled Faith on his shoulder, screaming because he had changed the channel. he still wasn't sure about the behaviour, so he flicked the channel back and she immediately resumed her calmness. He tested his theory again and she screamed like a banshy.

My advice... never mess with the remotes on Faith's TV...ever!

KS =^..^=

It was a super long drive to have a Christmas break and one that made a few of us a bit peeky, namely Faith, who manage to be sick in Momma's boot and handbag, not to mention all over the front of ManSlaves car. Poor Lillibet was in the footwell at this point and had a fair share of flying biscuits all over her... she was NOT amused and hasn't been in the footwell since!  Besides the traumatic beginning of a five hour journey, we fared pretty well and were ready to cause some trouble at dinnertimes, present opening and luncheons...

At first, Faith was really unsure about visiting the Grand Mews in Wales and Aunty Jobo, but once she realised where she was, she was happy to race about and fill her memory banks of when she was 9 months old and she had her first Christmas there. Unfortunately, Lillibet was a bit clingy, so Faith beat her about the head a few times and was mighty grumbly for a few days.  Now familiar with her surroundings, she tried to climb onto kitchen surfaces and tablecloths to see out of the high windows... After this little debacle, we were somewhat banned from the kitchen. "It's not like home" she kept saying as the Parentals lifted her down for the umpteenth time to rescue the table cloth from Litter feet!

Lillibet, once settled, became so bold.  She was enjoying the freedom of running from one end of the bungalow to the other and you could hear her little bell tinkling on her collar.  Personally, I think it was this she was trying to get away from. There was a super chair that was brand new and never a claw had stuck it!  This, of course, was Lillibets favourite chair.  It was by the window and looked out over the fields.  She was told to get off copious amounts by various humans, but she is stubborn and just turned her back on waving hankies and prodding!  She climbed onto the dining table at one point to see what folks were having for breakfast, she was pushed away, which made her go all stiff and she went to raise a paw at the offending human, only to be stared at by Momma.... she got down muttering "But I didn't do anything, I was just making sure the milk was fresh".


Of course, the second my feet hit Welsh soil, I knew where I was. Although, due to the long travel, I was a little off my usual colour. Not that it stopped me from eating my noms, but it did render me bed bound for a day.  I am getting older now and all the stress of thinking we might be left behind this time, took it's toll! Once up and about, I did make myself useful and checked out all of the warm spots in the house and showed them to the CatWomen.  I even got a small run outside in the fresh air. I like that, quite invigorating to nip hither and thither under your own esteem.  Problem is, I wanted the freedom all of the time and kept on and on, until someone took me out for a wander.  There is only one place the humans have 'allowed' me to sit up high and this is by the backdoor. It's a compromise as it's a no cat policy in the kitchen, but I have been coming here for a few years now that I have ground them down into accepting this small area as mine. They are such kind folks and really, we are so determined, it must be quite a drain on their patience.

All in all, we had a super time.  It was fun and a little different being in such a big house with so many nooks and crannies to explore.  The CatWomen loved to dash about under the furniture and along the narrow windowsills. I am not sure if we will be invited back again though? I think three of us bending humans to our will was quite enough for some Grandmews.  We are well behaved, in a naughty sort of way!  


KS =^..^=

It's Lillibets second Christmas and we thought she may take on some of the traits of her siblings in Ireland, trashing the 'KissMouse' tree, but no.  She is an Angel and with all of the big scratch posts and toys, she really isn't bothered about a tree covered in delectable decorations. Although, this year, Momma didn't hang the pretty icicles that dangle, so maybe that was the reason.  Whatever the reason, it's very relaxing to know that we all just lounge on the sofa on the warm heated blankies and watch the lights twinkle.

That was all before Momma dressed us up in our Christmas outfits.  This is not usual, but this year we have been out and about visiting friends and each of us had had little coats to keep us warm in the Winter breezes. The CatWomen actually don't mind theirs so much (contrary to the image above) and they can still race around the house at full tilt wearing their jackets. Faith is the only one with real PJ's but still gets chilly and Lillibet and I are virtually starkers... I can't honestly believe it has happened, but how else do we keep snuggly at other peoples houses when their heating is not as hot as ours? And we do love a good snoops around!

I don't wear a coat, It renders me totally immobile. I refuse to walk and make out my legs are made of jelly.  I can however, walk quite naturally if there is a bowl of food waiting for me at the other end of the house and then, remarkably, I can run and everything! So instead, I have a thin thermal T shirt and because of that I have had a Santa hat plonked on my head to get me into the festive spirit. Festive Spirit, I shall give them Festive Spirit alright!  Ho Ho Ho.... bah Humbug!

KS =^..^=  

 

Every Morning is the same... The ManSlave and CatWomen banter in the bathroom!  It goes something like this...

Lillibet "Squeak"
ManSlave "I know what you want"
Lillibet "Squeaaaaaak"
ManSlave "I have to shave first"
Lillibet "Squeaaaak"
ManSLave "Ow!"
Lillibet has hitched herself to his hip and is climbing the towel!
ManSlave "you are gonna slip, Ow, yep, OW..EEEK, OW..."
Lillibet now sitting on the side of the sink helping with shaving, having climbed full length of ManSlaves towel.
ManSlave "Do you want to pull the plug Lillibet" 
Lillibet "Squeeeeeeeeak" (her voice is going) 
There is excitement now and Faith gets down from the radiator with a thud on the loo seat and gets into the shower tray.
ManSlave "Ok, this is it, waters coming Faith"
Faith "Mep mep"
Lillibet "Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak"
You hear the plug being pulled, Lillibet is on the loo seat (you can hear it moving) Faith is in the shower tray... gurgle gurgle gurgle... the water is running up through the plug hole in the shower and down the plug hole in the sink.  Both girls are ecstatic. Faith picks out the plug hole cover and carries it into the bedroom and leaves it just outside the door.  Lillibet is now after a treat.
ManSlave "Come on then, dreamies time - who wants a dreamies?"
Faith and Lillibet squeak in unison (it's deafening), Lillibet runs to the stool and Faith to the bed and they both balance like Meercats waiting for their treat.
ManSlave "Right, there you go.  Good girls, pretty beautiful girls"
He finishes with their snax and heads back into the bathroom, stepping onto the discarded plug cover.
ManSlave "Those blinkin' cats, you are all a pain in the arse!"

He loves us really!

KS =^..^= 

It's the time of year when the Parentals traipse around the countryside delivering Christmas cheer and hopefully pick us up a turkey from some far fetched free range farm... but this year year on their trip to Wales, they brought back tails of a Seagull?  We were unimpressed with the lack of food they brought back from their short trip and there we were, slavering and waiting for them, to have nothing placed in our paws.  YAWP!


We had been left with Uncle Paul as they were doing a long haul visiting trip and it was cold, so better that we didn't go.  I am not so sure.  At our end we ha our noms weighed out and presented in the usual style and nothing extra.  There is no fooling Uncle Paul, he follows everything 'to the letter' and no deviating.  This is of course, just what the Parentals want for us, but of course, Uncle Paul gives us our four meals a day in two meals a day.  It's feast or famine around here and whilst you are eating double portions at breakfast and dinner, the hunger center inside you still dictates that you are due two further meals.


Well, the CatWomen had it sussed. They decided between them that they would rather eat on the table out of Uncle Paul's hand instead of their dinner boxes.  They really played him like a fiddle and he lapped it up, giving each one their biscuits in turn.  ::Shakes head::  When Momma got back and did night time Noms, the CatWomen sat on the table shouting that they were not getting the same treatment as they had for two days. Needless to say, heartless Momma let them starve and my morning, fading away and with their final breaths, they crawled into their dinner boxes and ate the whole bowl and licked it out! Momma will never be played for a fiddle - mores the pitty!


KS =^..^= 

It's been so busy around here and I for one have decided that keeping out of the way is possibly the best thing to do.  It's been year end week and for some reason this entails Momma being chained to the office desk from dawn till dusk and sometimes back into dawn again.  I have never been the type of Office Cat to stay the distance, I much prefer the comfort of the bed in the kitten room, it is soft and warm.  You would think that the CatWomen would opt for a soft bed and the warmth of the heated pods, but no, they stay on a Year End Vigil, right there on the desk.  Faith was there the longest and she opts for the same space each time, just near the Chinese pen box and behind the stapler.  Lillibet takes a more direct approach and likes to sit on the working accounts to make it known that she is THERE!  This, for some reason, is OK with Momma, as if she sits in between the turning pages, it kind works. 

The only thing is, when the CatWomen help, they do tend to make the most of their own office techniques and this consists of hole punching and shredding.  This is acceptable on most items in the office as receipts and invoices won't really be seen by any one other than the Parentals and James the Accountant.  But every one draws the line at letters leaving the house or court documents, these are a definite no no.  Faith is the shredder and Lillibet the hole puncher, so it's easy to say who has done what, just like the reconciling marks Momma puts on the figures!  James the Accountant is a good fellow, he puts up with alot of, shall we say, cat eaten corners on 90% of the incoming documents.  There is no good trying to stop them both would be daft, it's their way of helping and that's what makes our office unique to most home offices around.  It would be dull if Momma shut the door and locked us out, who would we pester at lunch noms time and dinner noms time and occasionally late supper time? 
KS =^..^=