There is something about trying to catch up on yourself which becomes so tricky that you don't quite know where to start or finish. You just can not put your paw on the time when you could just 'sit' on a Sunday Morning and write your thoughts down and have folk all over the world reel with laughter (apparently). It is hard to know that you have whipped a life line away from others who were in dire need of your updates and the failure you feel having not pursued your duty to provide such jollies for you all. So, I am not going to go on and wibble or shout "woe is me" from the hill tops. There is no need to drag you all into Maystar misery it's all too much dross and droll. I have decided, therefore, to burst like a phoenix from the fire and begin again with a fresh sparkly outlook on life here at Maystar HQ.
It is Spring here in the UK, well, not officially, but you can see from the bobbing, hopping, cooeing pigeons with their breasts all floofed out, that Spring is upon us and there will soon be more than just Snowdrops and Crocus adorning our little haven. We have numbered fourteen Horraces, which some might say is an infestation, we feel it more of a lock down baby boom. There wasn't much to do during Covid, so those dirty little Horraces increased their numbers to supersede ours and invade our space with their swishy tails and angry shouts. It has been so nice to be able to go out into the catio and watch those pesky creatures race about chasing each other and cavorting around the place. It makes tickles in your feet and fills our minds with excitement. Especially the newest member of the Pride, Eros, a dainty rambunctious youngan from Cattery Minoan. He trembles and squeaks with delight at his new found giant outdoor TV.
The older and wiser ladies are still hiding away in the Office, paws folded under like loaves of bred, they sit day and night unless there is food in the offering, then, remarkably, they turn from loaves to shouting hangry critters. Faith has been having special injections of Zoetis Solensia and after her 3rd one, which Momma had to inject, she is now bouncing about the place and being less of a Princess Doorstop. Her skin is a little more troublesome and she has to wear a catsuit daily to stop the licking. A change of food has helped too and we have noticed a change in JWB foods that we can no longer feed it to anyone here. Vet Laura said she is looking the best she has seen her in 7 months! BINGO! One job off the list. Lillibet had one of her funny turns, always after vet closing time. Sigh.... roughly a thousand squids later and a barage of tests , there is nothing wrong with her! double sigh... She is back under the angle poise lamp warming her body, chatting away and purring her noggin off.
My skin has been so very good since Momma sorted that out with a Citerazine tablet a day. Then I kept having gritty pee, so had to return to a gritty pee diet which is now making me be sicky each evening. So back to the ingredients and a food that doesn't make me produce little brown wet piles of vomit for ManSlave to step in as I insist on doing it in the doorways and it matches the colour of the laminate to purrfection. I am a evil genius! It gives me endless pleasure to hear ManSlave hopping mad with a foot full of puke. Momma, on the other paw, was not as a-mewsed as I and took the brunt of his child like wailing. Fast forward to a food that is £22 a KILO! Now I am living the life I deserve QUEEN VEE by name, QV by nature!!
Gazoo, after losing her five delightful babies in September, is recovering well despite the horrific sores and skin irritations that looked like feline acne to start with but spread everywhere delicate, even her fairy hole! Originally, the Vets thoughts she had a Thymoma or Feline Lupus, both of which were just awful to imagine for her. Since early November she has had treatments of steroids, antibiotics, anti sickness stuff, pooh hardener, creams, lotions, potions and finally, after all this time, she has healed beautifully and last week, she took her final pill. The conclusion is it's idiopathic and this little word has been hung onto like a life line with all our mite.... The introduction of new kid, Eros, was a difficult choice for the household, but a MUCH needed choice for Gazoo as she just 'wanted' a baby again to love and care for. She dotes on that kitten as if she birthed him herself. It's a beautiful thing to see. Me, well, I can take or leave a new kitten, mainly leave them!!
Mae is a delightful pest. So pretty and funny, quirky and agile. She has taken to the new kid like a duck to water. They fight and chase each other and make up silly games out of nothing at all. AT Xmas, Momma made us a big play sleigh and those two spent the entire month of January ripping it apart. SaBreena is a little like Myself, she is not feeling wanton over a small red eared bullet about the place, disturbing the peace and blocking the catflaps. She has given him, Mae and Gazoo a decent hiding over the past few months for their silliness, it's as though she is 100yrs old and forgotten how to have fun. I still like a bit of fun, but on my own terms, I DO NOT LIKE being jumped on, bitten, chased, pounced on, touched or licked. All of which HE wants to do to me and that makes me hissy spitty and grumbly. He just won't let it drop either. BOYS!!!
Flaire was a terrible grumble in September so Momma neutered her and in her tummy was a huge growth attached to her gut. She was a little poorly at first and recovered quickly becomming a happy, purry, sweet natured cat who was kind to everyone. She and I wash each other and I make sure she stays close as Sisters should be and have swiftly removed ALL of her whiskers and eye sprouts down to stubble. That should stop her wandering off! My whiskers are left intact. I don't want my face chewed and washed that much thank you very much. I want to be mollycoddled by Momma who trims my eyesprouts with the scissors. You always need a good mannypeddy too, none of this cleaning your own nails...pfft. That's hard graft and hoomans do a much better job of it! To get back to Flaire briefly, she has taken a huge disliking to Eros now that he is running about. She liked him at Xmas when he was little and quiet where she nursed and kissed him and made him hers for a few days, then Gazoo and Mae stole him away and she became jealous and now everything the trio do irritates her. I think she and I are just anti-fun!
We had a few changes in the outside boys. Magnus, Sol and Ikon all left for pastures new and are living right royal lives of their own and Elton arrived last Spring and his adventures have been many and dramatic including a 2 day escape and a broken rib. He went to live with the Minoan gang for the Autumn and came home all 'growed-up' and no longer looking like a gawky teen. He has sired a lovely litter of three brats and they are as mad and quirky as he is. We do hope that Eros, who is Elton's nephew, will have a fun summer together as Elton has been chemically neutered and despite his constant yawping, spraying and singing, we hope he will chillax a bit and enjoy some company.
On the topic of chemically neutering with the NEUTER-EM chip. Momma and ManSlave have decided that kittens are not going to be on the cards for some time. It has been a very hard time and the loss of Gazoo's kittens was the final straw. It was decided to neuter the lot and be done, but a goof friend said just try the chips and take a break instead. So that's what they did. A huge fat needle was stabbed in the necks of Elton, Gazoo, Mae and SaBreena and then the trouble started. The spraying, singing, bonking girl on girl. It is currently mayhem, but soon it will all die down and become quiet and calm ready for a nice long break.
We will never find a cat sitter like Uncle Paul ever again and have looked and looked. Then one of the girls at the Vets has said she would give it a go! yipee, we all love her already bonus. This way Momma and ManSlave can take a few short and well earned hollibobs and enjoy their time together with out us lot... Although Momma says that I could go with them sometimes! Whoop whoop...I love a trip in Amara.
Well, today is roast day. We have a wonderful piece of British Simmental to watch cook. I am not allowed beef now, but no harm in taking in the flavours and supping the whisps of scent it throws my way when removed from the oven. For those veggies among you - there are roasted carrots, potatoes, sweed, parsnips and handful of greenery. We don't wish to offend anyone.
With love, care and devotion to each and every one of you from your QUEEN VEE - long may I reign! QV =^..^=
It is Spring here in the UK, well, not officially, but you can see from the bobbing, hopping, cooeing pigeons with their breasts all floofed out, that Spring is upon us and there will soon be more than just Snowdrops and Crocus adorning our little haven. We have numbered fourteen Horraces, which some might say is an infestation, we feel it more of a lock down baby boom. There wasn't much to do during Covid, so those dirty little Horraces increased their numbers to supersede ours and invade our space with their swishy tails and angry shouts. It has been so nice to be able to go out into the catio and watch those pesky creatures race about chasing each other and cavorting around the place. It makes tickles in your feet and fills our minds with excitement. Especially the newest member of the Pride, Eros, a dainty rambunctious youngan from Cattery Minoan. He trembles and squeaks with delight at his new found giant outdoor TV.
The older and wiser ladies are still hiding away in the Office, paws folded under like loaves of bred, they sit day and night unless there is food in the offering, then, remarkably, they turn from loaves to shouting hangry critters. Faith has been having special injections of Zoetis Solensia and after her 3rd one, which Momma had to inject, she is now bouncing about the place and being less of a Princess Doorstop. Her skin is a little more troublesome and she has to wear a catsuit daily to stop the licking. A change of food has helped too and we have noticed a change in JWB foods that we can no longer feed it to anyone here. Vet Laura said she is looking the best she has seen her in 7 months! BINGO! One job off the list. Lillibet had one of her funny turns, always after vet closing time. Sigh.... roughly a thousand squids later and a barage of tests , there is nothing wrong with her! double sigh... She is back under the angle poise lamp warming her body, chatting away and purring her noggin off.
My skin has been so very good since Momma sorted that out with a Citerazine tablet a day. Then I kept having gritty pee, so had to return to a gritty pee diet which is now making me be sicky each evening. So back to the ingredients and a food that doesn't make me produce little brown wet piles of vomit for ManSlave to step in as I insist on doing it in the doorways and it matches the colour of the laminate to purrfection. I am a evil genius! It gives me endless pleasure to hear ManSlave hopping mad with a foot full of puke. Momma, on the other paw, was not as a-mewsed as I and took the brunt of his child like wailing. Fast forward to a food that is £22 a KILO! Now I am living the life I deserve QUEEN VEE by name, QV by nature!!
Gazoo, after losing her five delightful babies in September, is recovering well despite the horrific sores and skin irritations that looked like feline acne to start with but spread everywhere delicate, even her fairy hole! Originally, the Vets thoughts she had a Thymoma or Feline Lupus, both of which were just awful to imagine for her. Since early November she has had treatments of steroids, antibiotics, anti sickness stuff, pooh hardener, creams, lotions, potions and finally, after all this time, she has healed beautifully and last week, she took her final pill. The conclusion is it's idiopathic and this little word has been hung onto like a life line with all our mite.... The introduction of new kid, Eros, was a difficult choice for the household, but a MUCH needed choice for Gazoo as she just 'wanted' a baby again to love and care for. She dotes on that kitten as if she birthed him herself. It's a beautiful thing to see. Me, well, I can take or leave a new kitten, mainly leave them!!
Mae is a delightful pest. So pretty and funny, quirky and agile. She has taken to the new kid like a duck to water. They fight and chase each other and make up silly games out of nothing at all. AT Xmas, Momma made us a big play sleigh and those two spent the entire month of January ripping it apart. SaBreena is a little like Myself, she is not feeling wanton over a small red eared bullet about the place, disturbing the peace and blocking the catflaps. She has given him, Mae and Gazoo a decent hiding over the past few months for their silliness, it's as though she is 100yrs old and forgotten how to have fun. I still like a bit of fun, but on my own terms, I DO NOT LIKE being jumped on, bitten, chased, pounced on, touched or licked. All of which HE wants to do to me and that makes me hissy spitty and grumbly. He just won't let it drop either. BOYS!!!
Flaire was a terrible grumble in September so Momma neutered her and in her tummy was a huge growth attached to her gut. She was a little poorly at first and recovered quickly becomming a happy, purry, sweet natured cat who was kind to everyone. She and I wash each other and I make sure she stays close as Sisters should be and have swiftly removed ALL of her whiskers and eye sprouts down to stubble. That should stop her wandering off! My whiskers are left intact. I don't want my face chewed and washed that much thank you very much. I want to be mollycoddled by Momma who trims my eyesprouts with the scissors. You always need a good mannypeddy too, none of this cleaning your own nails...pfft. That's hard graft and hoomans do a much better job of it! To get back to Flaire briefly, she has taken a huge disliking to Eros now that he is running about. She liked him at Xmas when he was little and quiet where she nursed and kissed him and made him hers for a few days, then Gazoo and Mae stole him away and she became jealous and now everything the trio do irritates her. I think she and I are just anti-fun!
We had a few changes in the outside boys. Magnus, Sol and Ikon all left for pastures new and are living right royal lives of their own and Elton arrived last Spring and his adventures have been many and dramatic including a 2 day escape and a broken rib. He went to live with the Minoan gang for the Autumn and came home all 'growed-up' and no longer looking like a gawky teen. He has sired a lovely litter of three brats and they are as mad and quirky as he is. We do hope that Eros, who is Elton's nephew, will have a fun summer together as Elton has been chemically neutered and despite his constant yawping, spraying and singing, we hope he will chillax a bit and enjoy some company.
On the topic of chemically neutering with the NEUTER-EM chip. Momma and ManSlave have decided that kittens are not going to be on the cards for some time. It has been a very hard time and the loss of Gazoo's kittens was the final straw. It was decided to neuter the lot and be done, but a goof friend said just try the chips and take a break instead. So that's what they did. A huge fat needle was stabbed in the necks of Elton, Gazoo, Mae and SaBreena and then the trouble started. The spraying, singing, bonking girl on girl. It is currently mayhem, but soon it will all die down and become quiet and calm ready for a nice long break.
We will never find a cat sitter like Uncle Paul ever again and have looked and looked. Then one of the girls at the Vets has said she would give it a go! yipee, we all love her already bonus. This way Momma and ManSlave can take a few short and well earned hollibobs and enjoy their time together with out us lot... Although Momma says that I could go with them sometimes! Whoop whoop...I love a trip in Amara.
Well, today is roast day. We have a wonderful piece of British Simmental to watch cook. I am not allowed beef now, but no harm in taking in the flavours and supping the whisps of scent it throws my way when removed from the oven. For those veggies among you - there are roasted carrots, potatoes, sweed, parsnips and handful of greenery. We don't wish to offend anyone.
With love, care and devotion to each and every one of you from your QUEEN VEE - long may I reign! QV =^..^=
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