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It feels like furrever since I have managed to tie Momma down to doing a blog. She just hasn't found life very funny recently with all our antics. Some of which was my fault. She took me up to bed a few weeks ago and I turned and sprayed all over her belly, she was wearing shorts and after it ran down her legs, all over the end of the bed and soaked into her socks, she just hasn't felt like trusting me since for one on one bed time.
Ikon started peeing blood and won't shut his howl hole so went to see Vet Aidin who has given him a few months of restbite using Grab-Your-Pen-Tin, or some such drug. It's working and he is back watching those Horraces and birds outside of his cat pen pod and is allowed out into the garden again for a dash about. All is well with the boys wizzer now and feeling a little more chillaxed. Well, that was until he met FillyCat. Oh my, he spent a night with her in Al-CAT-raz and by morning he was crying at the door to be let out as that frilly Filly knickers is a bit of a wildling. When Momma put him back in his CatPod, he had nail husks stuck to his face like porcupine quills. No worries though, The Great King Canute came to the rescue and took that wild biatch in paw, slapped her about a bit and won her over and came out pretty unscathed. Three days later, they were like an old married couple arguing over who got the best spot in the sun.
Lillibet has been a pain in the proverbial. She had deposited a quantity of chocolate gold on the cat wheel then run like an idiot away from it, sending it spinning from the wheel at high velocity onto every surface. Momma was not best pleased with her. She has also been doing dispute piddling in a few inappropriate places. She was never caught in person, but on camera. HA - GOTCHA! You see, when I pee, it is a medical condition and I get away with it...but Lillibet is just being darn right naughty and thinks in her pea sized brain, that she is TopCat! Well, she isn't. That title falls to SaBreena! Now that Al-CAT-raz is vacant, Lillibet now has full access to it during the day. I join her as does Pearl and Faith. We just mooch about the garden and go for a snack and a nap in the heated beds. It's like a day spa. Sometimes, Pearl wants to go inside the house and stands on the chair and cries pittifully to be let in. If she is ignored, she climbs the side of the CatPods, tootles across the SkyBridge and shouts at the window upstairs!
The only time I want to come in from Horrace Hunting is when ManSlave lets Ikon or Magnus out for a run. Ikon particularly dislikes me and he really winds me up. When I pass his pen, I spit at him. He wipes his face and turns his butt to me and shoots a wizz. Ugh, boy is he vile. A few times I have raced out of the gate before ManSlave can stop me and Ikon has caught me and pasted me. I hate it so much that I run and I know I shouldn't, but it just happens and voila, I am stuck somewhere and have to be rescued. Last week I had just had a nice bath and was drying in the sun, ManSlave didn't know I was lounging on the deck rearranging my fur and let Ikon out. He found me in seconds and had me running everywhere so I scrabbled up inside the clematis nest and waited for Momma to come and rescue me. She was a bit miffed because I was utterly filthy and covered in nature.
Flaire's two boys are growing fast and will soon be off for their pompomectomy on Friday. They will have their second vaccine and a microchip each. Outchie! makes one wince to think about it. They will be a bit cross legged when they get home! Before that, they have had lots of fun in the garden playing with leaves and bugs. They are ever so funny and not shy of a clout from me. SaBreena had four boys and all of those are pretty spectacular and each one totally different again. Momma was so pleased she was safe having them and caught her out having them at 4pm when she was just sitting down for a cuppa and a snooze ready for the 'night' ahead. They are now three weeks and growing like weeds and really magical rainbow colours again.
Well, that will do you for today. I have so many small things I meant to say but forgot because there are a few bees flitting in the garden and they need my attention and sitting on the kitchen table is making my butt numb. Catch you laters gators.
Your Queen Vee =^..^=
Ikon started peeing blood and won't shut his howl hole so went to see Vet Aidin who has given him a few months of restbite using Grab-Your-Pen-Tin, or some such drug. It's working and he is back watching those Horraces and birds outside of his cat pen pod and is allowed out into the garden again for a dash about. All is well with the boys wizzer now and feeling a little more chillaxed. Well, that was until he met FillyCat. Oh my, he spent a night with her in Al-CAT-raz and by morning he was crying at the door to be let out as that frilly Filly knickers is a bit of a wildling. When Momma put him back in his CatPod, he had nail husks stuck to his face like porcupine quills. No worries though, The Great King Canute came to the rescue and took that wild biatch in paw, slapped her about a bit and won her over and came out pretty unscathed. Three days later, they were like an old married couple arguing over who got the best spot in the sun.
Lillibet has been a pain in the proverbial. She had deposited a quantity of chocolate gold on the cat wheel then run like an idiot away from it, sending it spinning from the wheel at high velocity onto every surface. Momma was not best pleased with her. She has also been doing dispute piddling in a few inappropriate places. She was never caught in person, but on camera. HA - GOTCHA! You see, when I pee, it is a medical condition and I get away with it...but Lillibet is just being darn right naughty and thinks in her pea sized brain, that she is TopCat! Well, she isn't. That title falls to SaBreena! Now that Al-CAT-raz is vacant, Lillibet now has full access to it during the day. I join her as does Pearl and Faith. We just mooch about the garden and go for a snack and a nap in the heated beds. It's like a day spa. Sometimes, Pearl wants to go inside the house and stands on the chair and cries pittifully to be let in. If she is ignored, she climbs the side of the CatPods, tootles across the SkyBridge and shouts at the window upstairs!
The only time I want to come in from Horrace Hunting is when ManSlave lets Ikon or Magnus out for a run. Ikon particularly dislikes me and he really winds me up. When I pass his pen, I spit at him. He wipes his face and turns his butt to me and shoots a wizz. Ugh, boy is he vile. A few times I have raced out of the gate before ManSlave can stop me and Ikon has caught me and pasted me. I hate it so much that I run and I know I shouldn't, but it just happens and voila, I am stuck somewhere and have to be rescued. Last week I had just had a nice bath and was drying in the sun, ManSlave didn't know I was lounging on the deck rearranging my fur and let Ikon out. He found me in seconds and had me running everywhere so I scrabbled up inside the clematis nest and waited for Momma to come and rescue me. She was a bit miffed because I was utterly filthy and covered in nature.
Flaire's two boys are growing fast and will soon be off for their pompomectomy on Friday. They will have their second vaccine and a microchip each. Outchie! makes one wince to think about it. They will be a bit cross legged when they get home! Before that, they have had lots of fun in the garden playing with leaves and bugs. They are ever so funny and not shy of a clout from me. SaBreena had four boys and all of those are pretty spectacular and each one totally different again. Momma was so pleased she was safe having them and caught her out having them at 4pm when she was just sitting down for a cuppa and a snooze ready for the 'night' ahead. They are now three weeks and growing like weeds and really magical rainbow colours again.
Well, that will do you for today. I have so many small things I meant to say but forgot because there are a few bees flitting in the garden and they need my attention and sitting on the kitchen table is making my butt numb. Catch you laters gators.
Your Queen Vee =^..^=
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