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A cats home is their castle. Well, ok, a cardboard box. Momma is a master box maker and we are never short as ManSlave is forever ordering this or that from the great box company. The doorbell goes and there is another box delivered just for us filled to the brim with packing paper and more mini boxes fit for a queen.. The very big boxes come from our food companies and I swear Momma orders lots of stuff just so we might have a new castle or wendyhouse.. Once she built us a castle with two floors and a wavy flag that got lots of sniffing and much nibbling. The Drawbridge on that one was small and discrete with intricate wood work, so intricate that Faith was terrified to cross it and gave it a wide berth for days. We fought some good fights in that castle and so wanted to take it away with us in Amara, but it just wouldn't fit so it had to stay home. Once home after a week away we ate it like termites and we raised it to the ground like an old ruin. It made its way out into the catpod and was disposed of. We shall never forget that one.
A few weeks ago, Momma was working another catshow and she came home with a special raffle prize of a box that matches our new wood flooring, it is really good and solid. Faith has moved in and is now paying rent, so no one else can squat now. She is adamant it is her sole property, she is just saying that so thre is no inheritance tax for Lillibet to pay. It has been chewed a bit around the doorway, but other than the odd nibble, it is holding up ok. It is no castle, more like a fancy retro style abode. Faith has no intentions moving out no matter how bijou. Last week, she had a break in and they stole the cat snax she had stored in the corner. The robber dropped a large oversized paper clip on their way out, Faith thought about handing it over so it could be dusted for paw prints, but it seems it is the best game ever, so it stays! She now has surveylance cameras in action to catch her cat burglar.
Our latest stronghold is a purpose built hide that Momma worked very hard for at the Supreme Cat show last weekend. The lovely folks from Crystal Clear Pet Products gave it to her for helping out on the stand along with a ton of cat litter. It is a purpose built intricate design with specially adapted cat shaped holes and scratch pads. It is serious amounts of fun. Great for those inside to haul up with supplies and those outside to battle their way into. On one occassion, after a particularly rough and eventful play, Pearl and I couldn't turn inside together and out through the side we poured, trashing the castle walls and destroying the keep. Momma fixed the impromptu draw bridge with her magic glue gun and it is now withstanding further battles with more efficiency. Although, without being rude, Flaire now needs a drawbridge to come and go because of the size of her expansive belly housing future kings and queens. She is being very rude to everyone and shouting "Off with their heads" at every moment. We rolled her out of the broken bailey, down the drawbridge and into the mote. She may return later but we shall defend our little desrez with honour.
The fascination of the moment is trying to break into a round box wrapped with deliciously tantalizing whale paper, not made from whales, it has whales on it! Anyway, it is currently sitting in the washing basket on top of our xmas gifts from Jaz and Jamie. It has been put there because the door can be closed, however, that doesn't stop that Lillibet from sneaking in undetected then the tearing ensues and she is found with huge mouthfulls of the stuff making out it is not her that has done it and she is meerly replacing the torn bits she found! Likely story! Who is going to believe that? But that round box with its beautiful and sumptuous string is such a tease as she lays there semi naked and down to her xmas wrapping underneath. Apparently, the two devishly Irish demons already fancied a nibble before it left the shores of Cobh. We too can smell lots of things in there and we just can not wait to unpack it. I see Lillibet eyeing it up again, so I thwak her for good measure to keep her brain off it, her blaggers story doesn't wash with me!
There has been a stack of archive boxes as tall as sky scrapers outside the office door for a whole year, we nibbled evry lid edge and crimped the handle holes so badly that most were replaced. This made more fun as there, just for us, were even more places to hide, jump, play and fight in. That was until,Momma made them into a Telephone box for Mr Otta's Supreme Pen last weekend. Hence why I think the Crystal Clear folks felt sorry for us and sent a new one home.. we are catigorically NOT allowed to play anywhere near it and for safe measure it now lives at Whimzeerex with Otta. That I find quite amusing - those naughty lot are twice as bad as us and twice in number!
righty ho, time for a scout about the floors for bits of fluff and things I can eat. All this telling tales has worn me out and I require some r&r (revenge & retribution)
lots of warm fuzzy kisses from your Queen Viktori Vee
A few weeks ago, Momma was working another catshow and she came home with a special raffle prize of a box that matches our new wood flooring, it is really good and solid. Faith has moved in and is now paying rent, so no one else can squat now. She is adamant it is her sole property, she is just saying that so thre is no inheritance tax for Lillibet to pay. It has been chewed a bit around the doorway, but other than the odd nibble, it is holding up ok. It is no castle, more like a fancy retro style abode. Faith has no intentions moving out no matter how bijou. Last week, she had a break in and they stole the cat snax she had stored in the corner. The robber dropped a large oversized paper clip on their way out, Faith thought about handing it over so it could be dusted for paw prints, but it seems it is the best game ever, so it stays! She now has surveylance cameras in action to catch her cat burglar.
Our latest stronghold is a purpose built hide that Momma worked very hard for at the Supreme Cat show last weekend. The lovely folks from Crystal Clear Pet Products gave it to her for helping out on the stand along with a ton of cat litter. It is a purpose built intricate design with specially adapted cat shaped holes and scratch pads. It is serious amounts of fun. Great for those inside to haul up with supplies and those outside to battle their way into. On one occassion, after a particularly rough and eventful play, Pearl and I couldn't turn inside together and out through the side we poured, trashing the castle walls and destroying the keep. Momma fixed the impromptu draw bridge with her magic glue gun and it is now withstanding further battles with more efficiency. Although, without being rude, Flaire now needs a drawbridge to come and go because of the size of her expansive belly housing future kings and queens. She is being very rude to everyone and shouting "Off with their heads" at every moment. We rolled her out of the broken bailey, down the drawbridge and into the mote. She may return later but we shall defend our little desrez with honour.
The fascination of the moment is trying to break into a round box wrapped with deliciously tantalizing whale paper, not made from whales, it has whales on it! Anyway, it is currently sitting in the washing basket on top of our xmas gifts from Jaz and Jamie. It has been put there because the door can be closed, however, that doesn't stop that Lillibet from sneaking in undetected then the tearing ensues and she is found with huge mouthfulls of the stuff making out it is not her that has done it and she is meerly replacing the torn bits she found! Likely story! Who is going to believe that? But that round box with its beautiful and sumptuous string is such a tease as she lays there semi naked and down to her xmas wrapping underneath. Apparently, the two devishly Irish demons already fancied a nibble before it left the shores of Cobh. We too can smell lots of things in there and we just can not wait to unpack it. I see Lillibet eyeing it up again, so I thwak her for good measure to keep her brain off it, her blaggers story doesn't wash with me!
There has been a stack of archive boxes as tall as sky scrapers outside the office door for a whole year, we nibbled evry lid edge and crimped the handle holes so badly that most were replaced. This made more fun as there, just for us, were even more places to hide, jump, play and fight in. That was until,Momma made them into a Telephone box for Mr Otta's Supreme Pen last weekend. Hence why I think the Crystal Clear folks felt sorry for us and sent a new one home.. we are catigorically NOT allowed to play anywhere near it and for safe measure it now lives at Whimzeerex with Otta. That I find quite amusing - those naughty lot are twice as bad as us and twice in number!
righty ho, time for a scout about the floors for bits of fluff and things I can eat. All this telling tales has worn me out and I require some r&r (revenge & retribution)
lots of warm fuzzy kisses from your Queen Viktori Vee
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