I didn't manage to blog last Sunday as Momma and ManSlave had pulled a ten day stint at work, leaving us poor kitties to fend for ourselves. On Sunday they put a huge shoulder of lamb in the oven before they left and walked out leaving me in charge to take care of it. It was on low, so took quite some time before the rich smell traveled to my nostrils and woke me from my slumber. I sauntered over, shaking my paws as I strolled along, it's my thing! I peer in at the lamb and there it is, just mooching away in its juices with lots of time to go. This is going to be a long day!
We have been left to our own devices for a number of days now and really it is not good enough. I decided to ring CatLine and explain my predicament. I was met with a rather 'computer says no' type who was not interested at the fact we have been abandoned each day. Apparently, it is not abandonment if your keepers return home and fill your bowls with food and water as well as let you out to hunt bugs in the morning and cuddle you all night in bed. I tried to explain that we have kittens here that were fading away and again this was met with "I am sorry you feel this way Miss Vee, but you have all you require and more." What kind of a service is this anyway? They are meant to be on our side? Aren't they?
Because the parents are out most of the day, each time they arrive home Ikon lets the side down by greeting them at the door each day. He hears the car and turns into crazy mad goofy cat, racing about, throwing himself at the feet of ManSlave and purring for Momma. His son has now joined in and is ready to be greeted, well, he is a king you know, kings do not meets and greets their subjects so he waits on his chair to be fussed where he screams and screams for their approval. Pearl has taken to sleeping aloft the cat post by the lounge door so she gets the next greeting and sidles onto Momma's shoulder for a purr and a cuddle, giving ManSlave the evils and the rest of us a growl for good measure.
I am usually in the House Of Fun and race across the Sky Bridge, forgetting myself, I greet them with gusto. Pearl jumps down, I climb up. Tyga awaits her turn. We all purr in unison which brings Robyn and SaBreena as they think it's milky time when we all purr. I give them both a slap, they must know their place. Robyn joins her Mum and snakes around Momma's shoulders, purring and nibbling. Tyga looks a little jealous. I stretch up and and dig my claws into Momma's leg. NOTICE ME! A hand comes down, I rear up into it, pushing my wedge shaped head into it and she gives my ears a tweak. Tyga jumps down, Robyn does once more around her shoulders then dangles her legs down her stroking arm, I hiss. It's MY ARM! Robyn just giggles and tries to touch me, I jump back, spitting and bowl Flaire over who spits back, we have a fisty cuffs, she is weaker than me even though she is top cat, I am heavier. We part ways, Robyn still laughing! Poor SaBreena gets a clout from her passing mother, Pearl, this sets Flaire off again and she lays into pearl. Robyn still laughing. Momma swoops SaBreena up into her arms for safety. She growls like her mum, Momma tells her that's naughty!
Usually, Lillibet and Faith stay clear of greetings, they stay all cozy on the bed upstairs. The bed that now has a bamboo waterproof sheet under the countertop to stop the markers and widdlers from penetrating the mattresses. It makes Lillibets and Faiths tummies all warm and sticky all that bamboo! Momma carries SaBreena half way up the stairs and deposits her safely on the window sill. Tyga and I race up the stairs together with Pearl and Ikon in persuit. Ikon falls on his head at the first turn in the stairs, gripping the carpet he pokes his hind legs in the air. Momma rubs his belly, Robyn Giggles. Pearl jumps over Ikon with a growl and Robyn takes her leave at the top step. I fall on the floor and roll about purring, Momma rubs me and Tyga jumps about all excited and Pearl turns tail and heads down stairs, jumping first Ikon then Magnus who is copying dad a few steps down.
Momma finally makes it into the bedroom to check on Lillibet and Faith. They are fine, Lillibet chats away and Faith Purrs. Everyone jumps on the bed, I jump on Momma's shoulders, Pearl reappears, followed by Flaire. Everyone is growling again and Lillibet starts to rumble like a bull elephant. Everyone stops still. That rumble shakes the very core of every cat and man. She is harmless, but we don't know that. Momma does. She knows to stroke her head and calm her down. Lillibet mews like a kitten. We all resume milling about. Flaire sniffs things we have all touched, Pearl sits out of the way on the newel post. Tyga starts plaintive mewling, I am riding high still, purring and rubbing my head on Momma's ear. If we keep this up, she may open the cupboard where ManSlave keeps our freeze dried treats. She is edging closer and closer as she changes her clothes. I am asked to jump down with a click of her fingers, I oblige and rear up and down rubbing my face on her hand. Tyga strolls over to the click. The kittens are all squabbling now and racing about, that's Ikon included, he too is still a kitten brain. Lillibet jumps onto the windowsill everyone is in position for treats....will she.....won't she.....
That's a story for another day!
With love loyal subjects - your Queen Vee =^..^=
We have been left to our own devices for a number of days now and really it is not good enough. I decided to ring CatLine and explain my predicament. I was met with a rather 'computer says no' type who was not interested at the fact we have been abandoned each day. Apparently, it is not abandonment if your keepers return home and fill your bowls with food and water as well as let you out to hunt bugs in the morning and cuddle you all night in bed. I tried to explain that we have kittens here that were fading away and again this was met with "I am sorry you feel this way Miss Vee, but you have all you require and more." What kind of a service is this anyway? They are meant to be on our side? Aren't they?
Because the parents are out most of the day, each time they arrive home Ikon lets the side down by greeting them at the door each day. He hears the car and turns into crazy mad goofy cat, racing about, throwing himself at the feet of ManSlave and purring for Momma. His son has now joined in and is ready to be greeted, well, he is a king you know, kings do not meets and greets their subjects so he waits on his chair to be fussed where he screams and screams for their approval. Pearl has taken to sleeping aloft the cat post by the lounge door so she gets the next greeting and sidles onto Momma's shoulder for a purr and a cuddle, giving ManSlave the evils and the rest of us a growl for good measure.
I am usually in the House Of Fun and race across the Sky Bridge, forgetting myself, I greet them with gusto. Pearl jumps down, I climb up. Tyga awaits her turn. We all purr in unison which brings Robyn and SaBreena as they think it's milky time when we all purr. I give them both a slap, they must know their place. Robyn joins her Mum and snakes around Momma's shoulders, purring and nibbling. Tyga looks a little jealous. I stretch up and and dig my claws into Momma's leg. NOTICE ME! A hand comes down, I rear up into it, pushing my wedge shaped head into it and she gives my ears a tweak. Tyga jumps down, Robyn does once more around her shoulders then dangles her legs down her stroking arm, I hiss. It's MY ARM! Robyn just giggles and tries to touch me, I jump back, spitting and bowl Flaire over who spits back, we have a fisty cuffs, she is weaker than me even though she is top cat, I am heavier. We part ways, Robyn still laughing! Poor SaBreena gets a clout from her passing mother, Pearl, this sets Flaire off again and she lays into pearl. Robyn still laughing. Momma swoops SaBreena up into her arms for safety. She growls like her mum, Momma tells her that's naughty!
Usually, Lillibet and Faith stay clear of greetings, they stay all cozy on the bed upstairs. The bed that now has a bamboo waterproof sheet under the countertop to stop the markers and widdlers from penetrating the mattresses. It makes Lillibets and Faiths tummies all warm and sticky all that bamboo! Momma carries SaBreena half way up the stairs and deposits her safely on the window sill. Tyga and I race up the stairs together with Pearl and Ikon in persuit. Ikon falls on his head at the first turn in the stairs, gripping the carpet he pokes his hind legs in the air. Momma rubs his belly, Robyn Giggles. Pearl jumps over Ikon with a growl and Robyn takes her leave at the top step. I fall on the floor and roll about purring, Momma rubs me and Tyga jumps about all excited and Pearl turns tail and heads down stairs, jumping first Ikon then Magnus who is copying dad a few steps down.
Momma finally makes it into the bedroom to check on Lillibet and Faith. They are fine, Lillibet chats away and Faith Purrs. Everyone jumps on the bed, I jump on Momma's shoulders, Pearl reappears, followed by Flaire. Everyone is growling again and Lillibet starts to rumble like a bull elephant. Everyone stops still. That rumble shakes the very core of every cat and man. She is harmless, but we don't know that. Momma does. She knows to stroke her head and calm her down. Lillibet mews like a kitten. We all resume milling about. Flaire sniffs things we have all touched, Pearl sits out of the way on the newel post. Tyga starts plaintive mewling, I am riding high still, purring and rubbing my head on Momma's ear. If we keep this up, she may open the cupboard where ManSlave keeps our freeze dried treats. She is edging closer and closer as she changes her clothes. I am asked to jump down with a click of her fingers, I oblige and rear up and down rubbing my face on her hand. Tyga strolls over to the click. The kittens are all squabbling now and racing about, that's Ikon included, he too is still a kitten brain. Lillibet jumps onto the windowsill everyone is in position for treats....will she.....won't she.....
That's a story for another day!
With love loyal subjects - your Queen Vee =^..^=
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