You know, you can't get the staff around here! Momma was laid up for an entire week with her titanium spine ache and had to take so many drugs that she could barely type her name, let alone write my blog with me. Ah well, I got the privilege of snoozing in bed with her and huffed at anyone who came near. She let me sleep under her knees sometimes until she drifted into a drugged sleep and squashed me, sending me flying out of the floofy blankie quick smart.
Occasionally, I allowed the kittens into the bed with us where upon I could keep them at a distance with a stare or a small snort. You see, I happened to eat some of the kittens fish one lunch time and had a breathing attack again after a rash broke out all over me. Luckily, ManSlave has those special pills to reduce allergies and I was breathing again and looked less like a fuzzy lobster. So I was also playing 'sicky' in bed. Well, that's my excuse!
I missed telling you about the Easter photo shoot of the Breelings and just how funny they were being put into a basket, which was surrounded by colourful balls and eggs, none of which made it into the final photos. They had beaten up every shiny thing, spilling the toys and eggs all over the floor. Momma placed a kitten in a basket and got the camera ready and zoom, gone... She got the camera ready and put the kitten in the basket, nope, zoom, gone.... She had to hold the camera in the end and try to focus on a kitten and again, zoom, gone.... This was not going well this week, they were too hyper. She had Donna hanging from her jeans, Rufus jumping for the waggle toys, Marlee yelling her head off with frustration of not getting the toys and Svein launching himself onto anything that would take his weight, including the curtains and the lighting boom. Crash! Out of 100's of images, there were 4 possible ones and Svein's were STILL blurred despite him having the most shots taken of him.
I also missed telling you about Marlee May & Rufus Rex's parents visiting and how dinky they found us all. The Mr said that Magnus was small. Well, Magnus took offence at that and tried to puff himself up into a giant cat, but soon deflated on the Mrs lap for a cuddle. He showed them his pompoms and Ikon flirted with them running on his wheel and tried to butch up his muscles to look extra hench. Nope, the Mr said that they were small compared to their Top Cat at home. Me thinks he must be one of those mainecoon jobbies as they have pompoms the same size as Magnus & Ikon ::now imagining tiny Magnus & Ikon on back end of another cats butt::
Then, they saw all those little minicats and the oohs and aghhhhs soon came out with how dinky they were. Rufus Rex thought that was silly because he is a great big lump of a boy and despite his initial 'don't look at me I am not here' he too puffed himself up and showed off his sleek long structure and that he was going to outgrow his Daddy! Marlee doesn't care for that, she likes being a tiny dinky thing and is proud of her svelte figure. These millenials, surprised she isn't vegan - oh hells bells - can I even say she anymore?
With Momma stuck in bed, ManSlave had to help out in the cat department and he did an OK job. It really brings to light that Momma needs to label the new food canisters to the feeders as they got a bit mixed up and I got chicken diet food which made me scratch, Faith and Lillibet got Filly's full fat food, Filly got my Rabbit food and now won't eat her full fat one. Ooops. Faith put on 100g in 3 days! She ballooned and floated past Momma on the landing one afternoon and I threw up at her feet and it was then she spotted the problem. My food is not little triangles but small flowers.so Momma went downstairs on her butt and sorted out the problem and put an end to the free for all. Filly was most put out and now hovers at my food machine hoping to grab a bite. I give her a short sharp slap and she growls at me. Pfft, you don't scare me young-un, I invented growling!
Yesterday, Donna had a visit from her new family. She did really well as did SaBreena who had never seen a mini-person before. Donna took just a short time to come out and meet her doting family and was soon playing and being cuddled and kissed by them. I don't like mini-people unless I am at a show and I am looking down on them. It's a shame as I can be lots of fun and give everyone else confidence. It was good in a way though as these babies are going to busy homes and won' have me there to hold their paws. They have all been very forward in this litter and are downstairs for most of the day racing about together with Filly's help. It will be pick uop time soon for the Breelings after their neutering and final vaccines. Yikes, then those Roblings will be out and about creating havoc and them being my Great Grand kits they will be C R A Z Y!!!
So, last weekend, you all missed the amazing spring lamb lunch of which we all got a nibble as a treat and now, this weekend, I have the smell of free range pork defrosting in the microwave ready for the oven later today. There will be no pork for us cats, apparently, it can carry worms and creepy crawlies that upset our tummies, so we shall wait for it to cook and try and swipe a slice or two providing ManSlave doesn't dress it in that smelly sage stuff!!!
I am off to supervise and make sure he knows what he is doing - we don't want a mix up like he did with our food. Momma would never forgive him for getting the Sunday Roast mixed p with a bowl of cereal!!
With love from your all wise Queen Vee =^..^=
Occasionally, I allowed the kittens into the bed with us where upon I could keep them at a distance with a stare or a small snort. You see, I happened to eat some of the kittens fish one lunch time and had a breathing attack again after a rash broke out all over me. Luckily, ManSlave has those special pills to reduce allergies and I was breathing again and looked less like a fuzzy lobster. So I was also playing 'sicky' in bed. Well, that's my excuse!
I missed telling you about the Easter photo shoot of the Breelings and just how funny they were being put into a basket, which was surrounded by colourful balls and eggs, none of which made it into the final photos. They had beaten up every shiny thing, spilling the toys and eggs all over the floor. Momma placed a kitten in a basket and got the camera ready and zoom, gone... She got the camera ready and put the kitten in the basket, nope, zoom, gone.... She had to hold the camera in the end and try to focus on a kitten and again, zoom, gone.... This was not going well this week, they were too hyper. She had Donna hanging from her jeans, Rufus jumping for the waggle toys, Marlee yelling her head off with frustration of not getting the toys and Svein launching himself onto anything that would take his weight, including the curtains and the lighting boom. Crash! Out of 100's of images, there were 4 possible ones and Svein's were STILL blurred despite him having the most shots taken of him.
I also missed telling you about Marlee May & Rufus Rex's parents visiting and how dinky they found us all. The Mr said that Magnus was small. Well, Magnus took offence at that and tried to puff himself up into a giant cat, but soon deflated on the Mrs lap for a cuddle. He showed them his pompoms and Ikon flirted with them running on his wheel and tried to butch up his muscles to look extra hench. Nope, the Mr said that they were small compared to their Top Cat at home. Me thinks he must be one of those mainecoon jobbies as they have pompoms the same size as Magnus & Ikon ::now imagining tiny Magnus & Ikon on back end of another cats butt::
Then, they saw all those little minicats and the oohs and aghhhhs soon came out with how dinky they were. Rufus Rex thought that was silly because he is a great big lump of a boy and despite his initial 'don't look at me I am not here' he too puffed himself up and showed off his sleek long structure and that he was going to outgrow his Daddy! Marlee doesn't care for that, she likes being a tiny dinky thing and is proud of her svelte figure. These millenials, surprised she isn't vegan - oh hells bells - can I even say she anymore?
With Momma stuck in bed, ManSlave had to help out in the cat department and he did an OK job. It really brings to light that Momma needs to label the new food canisters to the feeders as they got a bit mixed up and I got chicken diet food which made me scratch, Faith and Lillibet got Filly's full fat food, Filly got my Rabbit food and now won't eat her full fat one. Ooops. Faith put on 100g in 3 days! She ballooned and floated past Momma on the landing one afternoon and I threw up at her feet and it was then she spotted the problem. My food is not little triangles but small flowers.so Momma went downstairs on her butt and sorted out the problem and put an end to the free for all. Filly was most put out and now hovers at my food machine hoping to grab a bite. I give her a short sharp slap and she growls at me. Pfft, you don't scare me young-un, I invented growling!
Yesterday, Donna had a visit from her new family. She did really well as did SaBreena who had never seen a mini-person before. Donna took just a short time to come out and meet her doting family and was soon playing and being cuddled and kissed by them. I don't like mini-people unless I am at a show and I am looking down on them. It's a shame as I can be lots of fun and give everyone else confidence. It was good in a way though as these babies are going to busy homes and won' have me there to hold their paws. They have all been very forward in this litter and are downstairs for most of the day racing about together with Filly's help. It will be pick uop time soon for the Breelings after their neutering and final vaccines. Yikes, then those Roblings will be out and about creating havoc and them being my Great Grand kits they will be C R A Z Y!!!
So, last weekend, you all missed the amazing spring lamb lunch of which we all got a nibble as a treat and now, this weekend, I have the smell of free range pork defrosting in the microwave ready for the oven later today. There will be no pork for us cats, apparently, it can carry worms and creepy crawlies that upset our tummies, so we shall wait for it to cook and try and swipe a slice or two providing ManSlave doesn't dress it in that smelly sage stuff!!!
I am off to supervise and make sure he knows what he is doing - we don't want a mix up like he did with our food. Momma would never forgive him for getting the Sunday Roast mixed p with a bowl of cereal!!
With love from your all wise Queen Vee =^..^=
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