Lillibet is the master of the big wibble.  She mewls and makes these baby noises, luring her poor mother into a false sense of security that she needs her love and attention.  She learnt it when she was poorly years ago with her seizures. She found that if she did these teeny tiny mewls, Momma and Faith would rally around and make sure she was OK and nurse her.  Now when she wants something, usually a treat, she uses it on her favourite target, ManSlave, to get what she wants.

She has been somewhat lethargic of late, doing nothing but eating and sleeping, building her fat reserves for winter. Then the other day, she came alive and wanted to play and race about.  She is such a bossy cat and likes everything her own way. So like the Duke of York - When she is up, she is up and when she is down, she is down.  And everyone has to flow with her.  I like to flow against her occasionally and ripple her tides up a bit. Poke the bear, run the gauntlet, wake the kracken, tease the troll.  Call it what you will and do it at your peril!

​Here is a fine example of the 'way she is'.  Racing up and down the cat post having her bottom smacked with the Sunday magazine.  It is just the right weight and texture for a good slapping of da arse.  It makes a wonderful noise on semi furred behinds and taking after the great King Slinky himself, Lillibet is the next best arse to slap.  She hunkers down, head buried in the scratcher, butt in the air, taking the slapping, spinning about and dashing up and down, chirruping, whilst Momma sings the slapping song.  "Oh bitty (slap) your so fine,(slap) your so fine (slap) you blow my mind (slap), Oh Bitty, (slap slap slap) Oh Bitty" (Slap slap slap).  She then gets so giddy she then has to run about to expel all the energy the slapping has produced.  

It is then we all watch with amusement as she trots across the kitchen table to the radiator boxes where Faith is lightly dozing, allowing the warmth to rise into her face and toast her whiskers.  Lillibet arrives with a flourish and falls into the box next to her Mum. Bum in the air, tail all askew, mewling and chirruping. writhing about trying to get comfy she comes up for air and mewls sweetly to her Mum.  Faith kisses her, Lillibet tucks her head under her Mums chin and presents her face for washing.  Then she is off again for a thunder around the house and returns seconds later with more pitiful sounds that make Faith so maternal.  Faith again washes Lillibets upturned face.  A little nibble of the fleecy cheeks and a wash of the ears and BAM! Lillibet strikes, screaming like a banshee. Taking her left paw and delivering a blow that reverberates around Faith's head and knocks the stuffing out of her kind sweet nature.  Again, Thwak. blow after blow and Faith retaliates with a right paw to fend of the powerful beating.  It is all too much.  Faith hops out of her warm spot and Lillibet jumps right into it and smiles sweetly at her winning streak.  One happy diva!

Well, dear Lillibet, let me challenge you to a duel.  I am calling for a boy and you are, by far, the biggest, strongest cat in the household.  You hold the key to my purrfect companion that looks most like a boy cat!  I have sung to you and followed you about, humming and trilling.  Rolling and showing you my soft underbelly.  But you hold me in contempt. You diss me and I have to go off and call in the hallway for maximum noise impact.  I trot down stairs and this noise comes out that sounds for all the world like a Peacock.  I then run up the stairs and tell ManSlave there is a Peacock in the hallway and he must come and look - alas. It has flown away!

Pearl gets a bit excited when I start Peacocking.  She just now bit my neck and throat so hard I was wheeling about gasping for air and trying to breathe.  It is very scary,  The last time she did this I had to visit the vets for a numbing and soothing injection because she damaged my larynx.  This time, Momma was on hand to break up the sexfest and administer the life force juice that will save my poor larynx a second time.  I am now residing in with the Minicats.  They are not so rough and they interest me greatly. Their dashing about is such fun and I am super gentle with them.  I like to wash them a little bit and sniff their fur and kiss their faces.  They like to leap on me, I don't like that. I have a sensitive body and any leaping makes my skin ripple. I shall stay in here until I visit my boyfriend. Poor Otta is a toyboy and neither of us really know what to do.  Virgin on the ridiculous you could call it!  

Choking a send off this week, I shall give you all a Royal Wave instead and hope it will suffice.  

Love from Queen Vee =^..^=

The anticipation for this Xmas day has been wonderful.  Pearl and I have raced about, in and out and under the tree, over gifts and around wrapping paper.  Oh my it has been amazing.  Last year, I was little and had to spend Xmas day with my Mum Gracie & Eddie in the House of Fun because of a nasty sickness bug. So I missed the whole affair totally and had to make do with a box with holes in and a toy mouse stuffed inside.  It gave me some moral values about those kitties who have nothing at Kiss-Mouse and those who have it all.  It has grounded me and made me respect what we do have.

I have watched a turkey crown enter the house.  It wasn't huge, but big enough for all of us to share.  I wasn't sure if I fancied it raw or cooked?  I had very vivid dreams on the Kiss-Mouse Eve and decided that instead of pigs in blankets, I would like pigs, then turkey then the blankie. Mmm.  I nibbled away in my sleep and woke to a slap from Pearl.  Seemingly I had chomped on her paw, with it firmly in my mouth, I gave it a final munch, but alas, it was no turkey roll.  It was more a fur filled bony bite with a dusting of litter flavour and mouse extract.  Not what my licker was expecting at all. She is so feisty, she beat my head about.  I got her in a vice like grip and we tumbled from the bed and sprawled out onto the floor where I pummeled her good and proper.  NO ONE beats me up.  She is a pip squeak trying to be boss cat and at 11months old, she can do one!

The turkey ManSlave cooked was delicious.  We had two giant bowls lined up to share between four.  Well, there wasn't much sharing.  I devoured MY bowlful, then nipped upstairs to eat Flaire's portion she had left and finish off the kibble hidden up high away from Minicats.  All gone.  I then rolled about on the bed and fell into a deep sleep to digest my load.  Pearl was still downstairs, daintily working her way through the second bowl of turkey.  She just ate and ate to match my efforts and then promptly deposited the contents of chewed breast meat just by the fishtaknk, where upon ManSlave, always in socked feet, had just removed new socks because his feet were hot,  stood in it!  Momma and Faith laughed so hard.  Oozing through his toes.  Merry Kiss-Mouse ManSlave from your second favourite.

Lillibet has been a sloth, we are awaiting a cat wheel for her to run off her flabby belly and that of Faith's too, although I doubt Faith will use it.  She is super lazy!  The two neuters are gaining in the waist department.  All they do is watch squirrels and eat.  After Lillibet's strange behaviour in the Summer where she ate her coat away and attacked her tail, she is now back with a new coat of conker coloured fuzz and more attitude to boot.  She scared me the other night and I sprayed by accident on the window in fright. She can be quite daunting at times and I am bolshy enough to challenge her, but really I papped myself this time running across a semi dressed slumbering Momma, gouging out her chest and neck with my hind claws in the process. I think because Lillibet hasn't moved from the office bed for weeks, when she raced about chirruping, it freaked me out!  Both her and Faith have been a little BaaHumbug, not joining in any festive fun, no playing or anything exciting.  It was all left to us youngans to create a little mayhem.

The Minicats had an excellent time, they had a new scratch post from Grand MewMew which is so big compared to them, but up they climb like spider monkey type creatures. They are fearless this bunch.  Never before have any six week old kittens done such stuff as this.  Flaire is going nuts trying to control them.  It is fruitless so she leaves them and has joined us in the lounge a few times, enjoying the paper and the toys and treats.  Even played a few games with us. She especially loves the wriggly worm ManSlave got as a gift from us. Out of all of us, Flaire is the most elegant jumper.  However, I don't like to share and can't stop myself from growling and puffing with all my mite at anyone who dares to take said wriggly worm. He is mine.  Grrrr.  I am not to be defeated where new toys are concerned. I am put out of the room.  Door shut.  HOW ROOOOOOD!

Pearl is really good at jumping too and ManSlave has her in training for the Olympics.  She is also getting better behaved with the Minicats.  Lionel made her jump by running into her, she smacked his arse and Flaire came out of nowhere and beat her up, chasing her out of the kitten room.  She was soon back sniffing and trying to play in her very orange way.  She wants to play but seemingly, her gingerness makes her more excited and rough than us normal coloured cats.  Her temper hampers her ability to be sweet all the time.  She is a confident friend who fares much better with visitors and new things than me.  I envy her for that.  I would love her thick coat and confidence.  I am more naked with attitude.  

Thank you to my loyal subjects who are following us.  I shall ensure you of many blogs to come.

Love from Queen Vee =^..^=

There is never enough time to get everything done this time of year.  With Xmas looming and prezzies to wrap. It is all go.  So, I thought I would throw a spanner in the works by becoming rather ill and worrying the Parents to death with a sickness bug I possibly contracted whilst at a 3 day show extravaganza.  I had to be whisked to the vet and be put on a drip for two days.  So that has slowed the Xmas proceedings to a grinding halt.  Momma is way behind on her orders and some will have to go out after Xmas now.  

The show was very exciting.  I did ok in the first round, then in the second round the Judge called "owner, owner".  I had learned that if I hiss and puff and spit, they don't take you out of the pen and Momma came along to do it for them.  Momma opened the door and I bounced out kissing her face.  Put on the table I grumbled and spat at the Judges.  By ring three I was really naughty and at ring four Momma had a word with the steward so the judge would be brave and just take me out. It worked and broke the naughty cycle I had created.  I was also being very naughty about going back into our comfy holding crate with Pearl and beat her up on more than one occasion.  For this I had time out like a naughty child.  Pfft.  I even slapped Momma around the face with my pasting-paw.  Then I realised what I had done and fell about trying to make it up to her.  Even though I was a feisty wee beastie, I still got a few Best of Breed ribbons.  Quite amazing really.  My cattitude made me look extra rexy it seems.  

We didn't get to the show on the third day due to snow, apparently, I wasn't going anyway due to my behaviour and then finishing off Saturday evening by piddling in my carrier! oops. Momma tried to leave in the snow, Pearl all packed up for the day.  But the main roads hadn't been gritted and her big rear wheel car just slid all over the road and then got stuck in 7" of snow. Luckily our neighbour helped Pearl and Momma in his big Land Cruiser. He then took her to collect all our show gear that was still at the hall whilst Pearl and I sat in the window watching snow flakes.

Pearl was quite excited about the snow and trotted outside to watch the squirrels in -2.  She looked like a Yeti in her thick rex coat. Quite impressive how warm she stays with only her ears and paws feeling the chill.  Not me, I didn't venture out at all, staying in the warmth of the kitchen where ManSlave was cooking mince pies.  I only licked the butter a few times when he wasn't looking. Shhh.  

My vet visit was long and arduous. The snow was frustrating as our vets is 40 minutes away.  I was treated by a nice young vet called Tudor (yes, really, and I told him all about our fancy names) .  He is Latvian and speaks very kindly about me. He kissed me many times tod me how beautiful I was - funny, I was like putty in his hands, he meant it - not like those judges!!  At first he was not convinced that I was as poorly as Momma said, only because I was quite bouncy.  My blood tests were Ok and didn't give much away only that I was dehydrated.  He put me on the drip right away and visited me in his lunch break, he offered me his ham from his sarnie, but I felt he should eat it as he is a little on the thin side!  This convinced him I had to stay in for a further day as who refuses ham?  Darn it, I could have come home!  Instead I had lots of nurses come and visit me and tempt me with special food Momma had left. I ate nothing. was sick lots and had blood coming from my far end!!  I felt too sick for ham or anything and slept for hours.  

Back at home the Xmas tree is up and looking very pretty, not that I have seen much of it quarantined in the bedroom with just a set of staggered candles for company.  Pearl though, oh my, she has been super naughty.  She has started eating the fake tree and has puked up bits of said tree with little sparkly bits she washed it down with. Licking the glitter from a bauble and adding a side order of tinsely stuff from another bauble.  She then, luckily, deposited the lot in the hallway where ManSlave stood in it.  Poor ManSlave, I had, only just that very night at 2am deposited the contents of my stomach in his work shirt. It has been more sick fest than festive around here!  I shall not tell you what Flaire has been up to, that will just turn your belly upside down.  But have it be known, she has also had a little of what I had.  Yuck-a-Vee  as Momma says.  No one is allowed in there now and the Minicats are being weaned.  Flaire was given a shot of something to stop her being sick and one to make her hungry.  It made her sleep for two whole days.  She hasn't eaten much so now her milky has dried up a bit too.  It is all a bit worrying, but manageable so far.  

The Minicats are racing about now at 5weeks old.  Bounding off the edge of the bed like lemmings.  All legs and tails, all giddy with new found speed and fun.  Momma was looking for Lionel, he had vanished into thin air.  Finally, she found him aloft the giraffe pole, sleeping like a small panther in a tree. She swooped him up and kissed him all over.  He giggled and ran off in a staggered zig zag, crabbing at everything en-route.

Seasons Greetings to my loyal subjects, Thank you for your well wishes and love sent via facebook for my speedy recovery.  It is muchly appreciated.  May your days be merry and bright and may your kittens climb your xmas trees and hang from your lights and rummage through their stockings!

Love from your Queen Viktori