tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88495761275185017542024-03-08T12:32:40.417+01:00Ponder - the catCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05388775133312472929noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-39175958747851067252024-02-14T23:00:00.207+01:002024-02-15T02:16:39.538+01:00Happy Valentine's Day!<p>There are several stories Mom loves to tell about special moments she's had with her cats.<br />The most important ones are probably in regards to Dude because he was the one who started it all by making Mom fall in love with him at first sight and therefore making it possible for us others to follow in his footsteps.<br /><br />The first moment lasted about four hours which was the time Mom spent in the chair under the lemon tree holding. Four hours of strategic purring, loving on Mom and drooling on her shirt, convincing her they would have to find a way to get this boy (not so young anymore how they found out later) from California to Germany. Which they did, with the help of their friend in whose house he had been left behind by the previous residents, after her ex couldn't resist him either when it was his turn to meet him a week later.<br /><br />The second moment came after he had been let out of the bedroom where he had been locked up to make sure he'd be there for his flight to Germany. The whole evening they had tried to get him back inside, not made easier by it being Halloween and the friend's cat being so territorial and chasing him (which was the reason for her not having been able to take him in fully).<br />The next morning, however, after worrying the whole night, Mom found him sitting on the neighbor's window sill and when she opened her arms, Dude walked right in and clung to her. She often says that the feeling was incredible and that she can still feel it when the memory comes up.<br /><br />Another moment were 15 minutes of Madam Mim sitting on her lap. Mim loved being in the same room and she tolerated pets and short hugs, but she was not a lapcat. 15 minutes were all she gave Mom in her life, very precious 15 minutes, especially after knowing Mim had had some hard times in her life.<br /><br />The moment Mom picked up sick baby Merlin from the post from where he was hissing at her in the attempt to convince her of his fierceness.<br /><br />I could of course keep going with stories from my, let's call them ancestors, but also other cats Mom met in her life, but let's get to me now.<br />In May 2017, I moved in here. You may remember that I was really skinny and really tired and so glad to get off the streets. I learned to trust Mom, but I always had my boundaries. Petting, fine. Cuddling on the pillow on my terms, fine. Even belly pets are okay with me if I'm in the right mood. I have to draw lines, however. No picking up for cuddling, no carrying around - that means that if it happens now, it usually means vet or - not for a while now *knocking on wood* - medication. No holding down for medication, I'll rip your arm off and I'm not kidding. Ask Mom, she learned the hard way.<br />And like Mim, I'm not a lapcat. I may stand on Mom with my front paws on very rare occasions, usually if I'm very close to starvation, but I can count those times on one paw.<br /><br />Today, though, I decided to give Mom a huge gift. She doesn't do Valentine's Day, not just because she's single, it's just not her thing, but now she will always remember this.<br />She had got cozy, den Dekan on her feet, what else, and ready to make a grocery order.<br />And then I walked up and sat on her chest.<br />She actually held her breath. This is not something I have ever done before and she couldn't believe it. She started petting me and I just sat there for a while.<br />Then I lay down. Guys, I honestly thought she'd lose it completely now.<br />I gave her our very own special moment - for two hours. She put away the laptop to give me more room and I used it. I purred, I groomed, I rolled around, I stretched out, I rolled up to a ball, I did the whole portfolio, even felt asleep twice, and I swear that Mom teared up a little because it made her so, so happy.<br />Her favorite game show was running in the background, it often makes her laugh out loud, but she was very careful not to belly laugh, so she wouldn't disturb me, instead she chuckled softly and even then she held me, so I wouldn't be startled by that.<br /> There is no saying how much longer this could have gone on if someone hadn't needed an urgent trip. I could tell how much Mom hated having to coax me off her belly with promises of an extra snack, and now she keeps staring at me, still in disbelief.<br />I tell you one thing, that lady loves me, and there's nothing der Dekan can do about it. You want to know why I even mention him? Well, see for yourself ;-) He seems to have been wondering about what's going on, too!<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauwpF-oVJu-_p8FeUDp6KmG63iGW2ti9nkT2J_NEPwNppX45gCaFxJALYsvXRQ-TrG1jv0wTr00_tcUGB1_2VITMi5RWfb3FBUpu-f1b9NtcP_xDc7q26UNBiZj70hFWZwhAEdURXTjVD_6cbQMlyomkyUsjL9zlNM-XsLfDO-m5SR3aLfalL_CYU_-AG/s2448/WhatGoingOn1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauwpF-oVJu-_p8FeUDp6KmG63iGW2ti9nkT2J_NEPwNppX45gCaFxJALYsvXRQ-TrG1jv0wTr00_tcUGB1_2VITMi5RWfb3FBUpu-f1b9NtcP_xDc7q26UNBiZj70hFWZwhAEdURXTjVD_6cbQMlyomkyUsjL9zlNM-XsLfDO-m5SR3aLfalL_CYU_-AG/w400-h400/WhatGoingOn1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1bQoc2cuDszI44_OwH_e-qpl-9vAwET-8JBaPVAjHFnSmC3mCvMCvRomGxEkMkgCnmf2zdn21TofQe-9Jo2mY6Ep9pFG7vlTF7ytsLBkNwsn1fDAxCu2EZHS0eDlsKMAy0ka0JhVXe7TuJR-D-E3F3HOvms28wdFkeeHYXU21CAtChfNlWTlER6oE6lK/s2210/GundelValentinesDay5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2210" data-original-width="2210" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1bQoc2cuDszI44_OwH_e-qpl-9vAwET-8JBaPVAjHFnSmC3mCvMCvRomGxEkMkgCnmf2zdn21TofQe-9Jo2mY6Ep9pFG7vlTF7ytsLBkNwsn1fDAxCu2EZHS0eDlsKMAy0ka0JhVXe7TuJR-D-E3F3HOvms28wdFkeeHYXU21CAtChfNlWTlER6oE6lK/w400-h400/GundelValentinesDay5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8kwScg9OEh7JuPkf2M0PbhZ8PWcoaDg-C71PAHCtAGhIipMoKnoKcYdnOozYmNkPDHHjroBgpzT_Ivau3queyEap4icBgna0HxS5ng-jeUbDBdXHVPlYfqNnSihqhxqF3jxn6atmscQHvhb7R3g2xjYz_3cfLY-eWH4oKINhflu4z06DYXJh0KA0-lWEI/s2075/GundelValentinesDay4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2075" data-original-width="2075" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8kwScg9OEh7JuPkf2M0PbhZ8PWcoaDg-C71PAHCtAGhIipMoKnoKcYdnOozYmNkPDHHjroBgpzT_Ivau3queyEap4icBgna0HxS5ng-jeUbDBdXHVPlYfqNnSihqhxqF3jxn6atmscQHvhb7R3g2xjYz_3cfLY-eWH4oKINhflu4z06DYXJh0KA0-lWEI/w400-h400/GundelValentinesDay4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Mom took more pictures and even tried to get a little video, but her
arms were hardly long enough to manage anything at all as you can tell from the picture not showing my feet. So she's not showing them all, but she tried her best and you get the idea :-D<br /> She told me
she'd keep them all, anyway. Humans are so weird.<br /><br />Happy Valentine's Day to all of you!<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-83492562217856933892023-12-09T15:29:00.008+01:002023-12-09T15:57:44.828+01:00An offer Mom can't refuse<p>Almost five years ago, Ponder told you about the <a href="https://ponderthecat.blogspot.com/2018/12/christmas-massacre.html">Christmas Massacre</a>. A very fond memory of mine and it's a shame that Mom has been so thorough about restricting my access to the Steiff woolies.<br />For years, she had been living in fear after that, calling me a mobster and gang member. Little did she know then what hardened criminal she would invite into her life only a few years later, being deceived by his little pot belly and his darling face.<br /><br />He still has the belly and he sure can put on an innocent face while committing the most heinous crimes.<br />Today, for example ... wait, you need to know the whole story.<br />Against better knowledge, Mom had decided to put up a Christmas tree again this year. As if der Dekan had grown up during the last year. I mean, he has grown, but actually not in a way that a small Christmas tree would be able to appreciate when being tackled.<br />After the tree had fallen for the third time in four days and ornaments had been generously spread all over the room time and again, not to mention that Mom was afraid the brat would try to strangle himself in the string of lights that he kept pulling off the tree, Mom re-decorated. She wound the lights tightly around the trunk and she happened to find the perfect wooden box to put the tree into. It worked amazingly well. Now all she had to worry about was how many ornaments would find a gruesome death, but she had carefully chosen what not to put on the tree.<br />At least that's what she thought ...<br /><br />Gnome girl was a favorite victim. I can't even count how many times der Dekan had snatched her off the tree before she lost a hand. I think he loved Mom putting her back because that way he could pull her off again.<br />And even today Mom just laughed when she saw her lying there, but at least she told her she was sorry for the brat being so mean to her.<br />What amazed me was that the string survived all of this.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8IFL2sfOSVQ-98XHiP74Yfl_LU9upfEGp0AgWxb1BawxJQgQEXZ1Kcz3P121fduY4xE9eHGAbAmU2JCORQR5GcLK-UXsXVsLY4VGXbbx4raCTKKMuN8bv_hKncQgyxOKlzhhx1m84h4AtDcCT1aaeQM9AY_LULXmIY_MzP_QSYS9EWtnMhVoU56Dq_iew/s1935/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_33.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1935" data-original-width="1935" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8IFL2sfOSVQ-98XHiP74Yfl_LU9upfEGp0AgWxb1BawxJQgQEXZ1Kcz3P121fduY4xE9eHGAbAmU2JCORQR5GcLK-UXsXVsLY4VGXbbx4raCTKKMuN8bv_hKncQgyxOKlzhhx1m84h4AtDcCT1aaeQM9AY_LULXmIY_MzP_QSYS9EWtnMhVoU56Dq_iew/w400-h400/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_33.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br />Another ornament that couldn't get a break was the metal heart, but at least it was sturdy, other than the wooden ornament with the sleigh scene that unfortunately didn't survive (under circumstances not known yet, it is possible that der Dekan put it into Mom's way and she stepped on it with her amazingly big foot, but maybe der Dekan bit into it and broke it, it was very delicate).<br /><br />You could put all of that down to a cat having just a little fun with a Christmas tree, but what happened next made me aware that somecat had decided to follow my lead from years ago.<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Mom went up to the tree to check for "pineapple slices" to put back on their branches when she noticed that the wooden moose was hanging inside of the box instead outside. She pulled on him and ...<br /> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6fYjxEzGtCcEDgj7a6hwwPGKGzhwubJslaCsRwZPznaXJRVh2ruGH9YsyDpJzcHsWQuJ24ezQ6hSqbdn2PIhE4W4FXAJ6ft6M65dAFOzCu-cXYIKiqc8R8uJOIA54FYGhdOvRIEc6aor0KLwmdNl8iUMc4WcwVBqyiGEkljocR-vIQKNgBNL6XgVngcW/s2448/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_34.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6fYjxEzGtCcEDgj7a6hwwPGKGzhwubJslaCsRwZPznaXJRVh2ruGH9YsyDpJzcHsWQuJ24ezQ6hSqbdn2PIhE4W4FXAJ6ft6M65dAFOzCu-cXYIKiqc8R8uJOIA54FYGhdOvRIEc6aor0KLwmdNl8iUMc4WcwVBqyiGEkljocR-vIQKNgBNL6XgVngcW/w468-h468/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_34.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />Oh yes, Mom, looks like somecat has seen The Godfather because this used to be a complete moose.<br />Be afraid, be very afraid.<p>You think that's it?<br />You are so wrong. Der Dekanfather gives you short breaks, but he doesn't stop.<br />With his latest victims still around, he went in for the next kill.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmf_3joUa0frcGTpDuCwUAH5AWGfFEmYpbjtKJ2GVUnnJbVq2r9Dur8t6vCHrpE4_n39ePl0evkziUeNLSIMcXG0NXwlhoiBgHuYcR2LOVjorQWTpdspaMmbZyNlEHwG-bPuqK2vh1svfMGhWx8olHas60fnDeWbAGPY1aQzies0dRt3kOx3udJSXmz_YE/s2448/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_37.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="423" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmf_3joUa0frcGTpDuCwUAH5AWGfFEmYpbjtKJ2GVUnnJbVq2r9Dur8t6vCHrpE4_n39ePl0evkziUeNLSIMcXG0NXwlhoiBgHuYcR2LOVjorQWTpdspaMmbZyNlEHwG-bPuqK2vh1svfMGhWx8olHas60fnDeWbAGPY1aQzies0dRt3kOx3udJSXmz_YE/w423-h423/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_37.jpg" width="423" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlf3GI3g0kjZs5ZnqqpjpDO9jHPyVW1IDPeqCPGcrDWvWpPTHJ0kEiHRIPH6uNN9gg7WhMqLrRhZ7GpBfz39NVXZgwkTkKeLikCjmCfaZV8wMjDOKHlXcA-TKyyDy0uBg4Aci8k7rqOs7OhQDqj3C9CvEID7QQ1q99yPKKNnX1fVSdfSAzdjSYlLbMb4Ay/s2448/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_36.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlf3GI3g0kjZs5ZnqqpjpDO9jHPyVW1IDPeqCPGcrDWvWpPTHJ0kEiHRIPH6uNN9gg7WhMqLrRhZ7GpBfz39NVXZgwkTkKeLikCjmCfaZV8wMjDOKHlXcA-TKyyDy0uBg4Aci8k7rqOs7OhQDqj3C9CvEID7QQ1q99yPKKNnX1fVSdfSAzdjSYlLbMb4Ay/w424-h424/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_36.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br />You can't see it, but it's Sleigh Ride's sibling Nativity. Mom managed just in time to save her and put her on a different branch that isn't so easy to reach from Mobster HQ.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIb33bWCHzAlIXJzp-YZNbSF_gXx22IhhJzlboSE-eQJbAZtZ4yweJALiBU6K36RPNmVly9zLdBG53FGzpR3NJh0AjjK17WgnX7TQLH6nuA_X-3hv1Eoq9FXP6vS8mqaUB4meHXNdQWBcLwKKzZqrsU254mH6-6oRx0nllyEcS_i2-m6c44_LOqHDr3Jy/s2448/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_38.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIb33bWCHzAlIXJzp-YZNbSF_gXx22IhhJzlboSE-eQJbAZtZ4yweJALiBU6K36RPNmVly9zLdBG53FGzpR3NJh0AjjK17WgnX7TQLH6nuA_X-3hv1Eoq9FXP6vS8mqaUB4meHXNdQWBcLwKKzZqrsU254mH6-6oRx0nllyEcS_i2-m6c44_LOqHDr3Jy/w431-h431/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_38.jpg" width="431" /></a></div><br />I don't know about you, but somehow this picture doesn't exactly spell the word remorse.<br />If I were Mom, I would sleep with my eyes very wide open!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcv0rYr6rWRpq5vYT_7wuHRXOFFacQE0oPBSRrc4b4Qv7Z71yURStc3-tJSZ8FNVs0jQOLGxZCiRWuYEmOGlvU0zRKZ-bd6TjmrIQwn0plkJHEvQ-bl4zWpMJfCTdQJlQM9YfVdnwUy8FOX314bTuGEKBhX_9BUX_TwAThBMo82HDI1g8NT7eIfTODcUm/s2394/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_39.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2394" data-original-width="2394" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcv0rYr6rWRpq5vYT_7wuHRXOFFacQE0oPBSRrc4b4Qv7Z71yURStc3-tJSZ8FNVs0jQOLGxZCiRWuYEmOGlvU0zRKZ-bd6TjmrIQwn0plkJHEvQ-bl4zWpMJfCTdQJlQM9YfVdnwUy8FOX314bTuGEKBhX_9BUX_TwAThBMo82HDI1g8NT7eIfTODcUm/w464-h464/DerDekanWeihnachten_2023_39.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br />Oh, you want to know about me?<br />For now I'm just supervising. I have
told the tree hello twice, but so quickly that Mom didn't get a chance
to take a picture. I don't want to be seen with it and become a suspect
in case of - whatever ...Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-11990302661543567902023-11-11T12:00:00.097+01:002023-11-11T13:40:06.751+01:00The fish drama<p>Hello and welcome from my bed (don't believe Mom when she tells you it's hers). I have torn my cruciate ligament in one knee - after tearing the one in the other knee some months ago - and now I'm on pain medication, resting my knee, having my meals delivered, sleeping, or watching what's going on around me.<br />It happened when I jumped up on the wardrobe a few nights ago.<br /><br />That wardrobe has seen a lot over the years, but only in the last two years it has turned into a meeting point for gang members.<br /> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBB4uKtw_QlX5GOOKp26r3R_86UC1xfq0Nz3VDHDfaUZnjdc2SUfNmRAu35f8EpGGl3Pa-ABeqcq7frptk_m4_VoFEwuUt-U5kfS5Qi0pXBw_yP3knMAZkpyyVOb4sknur-eS5-8gapT466r46OhSgtQhKjJv3iSkiTZjGeYqY1G61Y3dQmcRPQJvnlTL/s2007/TheGuys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2007" data-original-width="2007" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBB4uKtw_QlX5GOOKp26r3R_86UC1xfq0Nz3VDHDfaUZnjdc2SUfNmRAu35f8EpGGl3Pa-ABeqcq7frptk_m4_VoFEwuUt-U5kfS5Qi0pXBw_yP3knMAZkpyyVOb4sknur-eS5-8gapT466r46OhSgtQhKjJv3iSkiTZjGeYqY1G61Y3dQmcRPQJvnlTL/w400-h400/TheGuys.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />There is another gang on the East Side of the wardrobe, but der Dekan had a fallout with them after he threw one of them off without so much as a warning. No one was injured, but the mood was very icy afterwards. Count Dracula and Mr. Bones never approved of him, anyway. I wouldn't either if somecat kept trying to walk all over me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QPp9ogoBrTggHPBaozpIup8S6ZGbiOobVPIfXGLPzrYflZXuRWRyWmf9NVoPQUBBe6yB3V_oVxVJINifdcC3BtXDlMwxfiSGpqPEl4jlgThQiwfZQSddWv4M857MBe2puEfXlnVKd3kDxUGiw8gQedDXza54oox1VjnnPGbNyUBTt28JEvkc86-a8Urq/s2322/Zur%C3%BCckgezogen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2322" data-original-width="2322" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QPp9ogoBrTggHPBaozpIup8S6ZGbiOobVPIfXGLPzrYflZXuRWRyWmf9NVoPQUBBe6yB3V_oVxVJINifdcC3BtXDlMwxfiSGpqPEl4jlgThQiwfZQSddWv4M857MBe2puEfXlnVKd3kDxUGiw8gQedDXza54oox1VjnnPGbNyUBTt28JEvkc86-a8Urq/w417-h417/Zur%C3%BCckgezogen.jpg" width="417" /></a></div><br />Maybe der Dekan is made for a lonely thug life because this morning something shocking happened.<br />If you compare this picture to the first one, can you see the difference? It's true, before Mom's and my eyes Fluffy Red took a dive without any warning at all. He didn't make a sound which made it even more gruesome to watch.<br />This is the face we saw .... it made us shudder.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXrW8OHDlF29IkQ8ICKAjCGHnoqgbrNbHcoMKmPlIme9KfE9vG9AfbBPphJqztLS1_famutwmki8YSMRZ1NC-53Hof57if8Za0XlYJakm3Jw68aJ5opJwecCxzlVXrNpNIVNq45pC7EUKeqbNsomvq1XOq24Jn45dP8EqvdYpduUuGbRj_-C43L2w1_MD/s2058/Fischdrama2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2058" data-original-width="2058" height="457" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcXrW8OHDlF29IkQ8ICKAjCGHnoqgbrNbHcoMKmPlIme9KfE9vG9AfbBPphJqztLS1_famutwmki8YSMRZ1NC-53Hof57if8Za0XlYJakm3Jw68aJ5opJwecCxzlVXrNpNIVNq45pC7EUKeqbNsomvq1XOq24Jn45dP8EqvdYpduUuGbRj_-C43L2w1_MD/w457-h457/Fischdrama2.jpg" width="457" /></a></div><br />And when Mom told him she'd call the police, this was his reaction.<br />Does it look to you as if he has any regrets at all??<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCfEJTFgV3FNAhyphenhyphen5rc2zSRamVTgOk_S7b87xIyVxz4tUTjuMm-mKbdLhSdDA4wOFJyYrOQnFOOaEL1nj6aEgeNj_y94xLQCyTe80azxHuKnP_p65yS5jmGCfRUVnf1JopdyEdszLgTnPl2GIZzKGUbH8fV9-9oit52_CePillpw-4861ySORkyo334fYW/s2149/Fischdrama5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2149" data-original-width="2149" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCfEJTFgV3FNAhyphenhyphen5rc2zSRamVTgOk_S7b87xIyVxz4tUTjuMm-mKbdLhSdDA4wOFJyYrOQnFOOaEL1nj6aEgeNj_y94xLQCyTe80azxHuKnP_p65yS5jmGCfRUVnf1JopdyEdszLgTnPl2GIZzKGUbH8fV9-9oit52_CePillpw-4861ySORkyo334fYW/w400-h400/Fischdrama5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gtXhgAEXL3G7mV0u5MM1oM20-7Bb_qBB3UYAteIxxPWN8GmJLuqeMGHegoBDt1SF4QZN7DmdEZPJ2pOFtj6TYxdV_6b7rvRu10znfph_u4QP2BP7SNazuEnhTEvKpGQ_94b_w_ZLA1-CGBi4mQEcSzvuJAZQYHXLLgWdAfFunQQuGD1nVBxkZLbvRNDK/s2191/Fischdrama4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2191" data-original-width="2191" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gtXhgAEXL3G7mV0u5MM1oM20-7Bb_qBB3UYAteIxxPWN8GmJLuqeMGHegoBDt1SF4QZN7DmdEZPJ2pOFtj6TYxdV_6b7rvRu10znfph_u4QP2BP7SNazuEnhTEvKpGQ_94b_w_ZLA1-CGBi4mQEcSzvuJAZQYHXLLgWdAfFunQQuGD1nVBxkZLbvRNDK/w400-h400/Fischdrama4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-38088180384681497822023-10-19T15:04:00.001+02:002023-10-19T15:04:09.932+02:00The end is nigh?<p>All I wanted was a little five hour nap. We have construction going on right outside our house. It's loud, and every, now and then the house is vibrating. Mom is not happy. She said maybe it's her tinnitus that makes her extra nervous about those noises. I would have slept just fine through construction, but her being so jumpy made me jumpy, so I had to retreat to the library. It's one of my favorite spots. Fake fur, very comfy and, most important, usually rather quiet because der Dekan likes to stick to Mom like gum to a shoe.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZB5SLAI-cYN8QA8-eC0p_TKU2a8rjmeMEeQ3jaMl84JDYewgNmIlJEI3PE3OyePlW5eGDQ_oq_a2R4elVylel1f37ht5NHYXJImJaYZWXi99zUEduQNtxJ7Fw324UMaMmGtLv5xvMiyDqOGve2WEe_6VujeCe7R7g4fertL20SH0KBh2-m1DGmW-VM3yG/s2282/GundelFernsehsessel1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2282" data-original-width="2282" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZB5SLAI-cYN8QA8-eC0p_TKU2a8rjmeMEeQ3jaMl84JDYewgNmIlJEI3PE3OyePlW5eGDQ_oq_a2R4elVylel1f37ht5NHYXJImJaYZWXi99zUEduQNtxJ7Fw324UMaMmGtLv5xvMiyDqOGve2WEe_6VujeCe7R7g4fertL20SH0KBh2-m1DGmW-VM3yG/w400-h400/GundelFernsehsessel1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Then I heard Mom in the kitchen and now she really didn't sound happy.<br />Next thing I know is a furry lightning disappearing under my TV chair.<br />"Is she coming?"<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNLKEWjJGHfG8KkdnywCpFfQHwzJ_RGt-EIj9dRlrBioqWy7kWycBS80tne1G32woIXKj8D0xonAQ5L8xOSIFiHB2wvM4xzPmx318uB4MORxr5hifcpLHsxWRuC14GcB_Pp8epHAooaQLrFuRPvNptbgja5ydL5F7zTdeiGI83zbFzBCiJKXYTcJgcDZTs/s2367/GundelFernsehsessel3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2367" data-original-width="2367" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNLKEWjJGHfG8KkdnywCpFfQHwzJ_RGt-EIj9dRlrBioqWy7kWycBS80tne1G32woIXKj8D0xonAQ5L8xOSIFiHB2wvM4xzPmx318uB4MORxr5hifcpLHsxWRuC14GcB_Pp8epHAooaQLrFuRPvNptbgja5ydL5F7zTdeiGI83zbFzBCiJKXYTcJgcDZTs/w450-h450/GundelFernsehsessel3.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><br />"Oh Dekan, what did you do now?"<br />"I threw the peeler off the counter."<br />"And?"<br />"And it broke."<br />"You broke Mom's bunny peeler??"<br />"It wasn't on purpose. How was I supposed to know it would break?"<br />"As if you even cared."<br />"You are right, I don't. For me everything is a toy. Nothing wrong about that, is there?"<br />"Mom
loved that peeler. She got it as an extra with a cat food order and she
absolutely loved how it felt in her hand and how well it peeled. That
was 13 years ago or maybe even longer. She had hated all peelers before
that. You are in trouble, dude."<br />Could this be the straw that broke the camel's back? Would she finally make good on all her threats and evict the little punk?<br />"I'm already in trouble and don't know why. Did you see what she bought 'especially for you, my little Dekan'? Low-fat food!!"<br />"But the good one. Maybe you shouldn't steal my food all the time."<br />"I'm from a farm. I was a tiny baby and very hungry."<br />"Not
a tiny baby anymore. I came from the streets and was really skinny, but
I know how to leave kibbles in the bowl for later. No one's going to
take them away. No one except you!"<br />"I leave some of the new food in the bowl."<br />"For
a while, yes. And then you eat them AND steal my leftovers. Another
thing, maybe you should calm down about that kitchen kickboard. You know
Mom hates having to get down and up and down and up."<br />"It's art."<br /><br />Wanna see art?<br />One broken peeler (sorry about the bad picture, it was an emotional moment).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZ2DEllKa4MTTARiOgqgeGE9eGEYXv1bGeiP72fXMhL5RbZX2CVjvMIwnRS-JJIikkQCuRdEMzyMnuJQNCMD6iuCfToM6aFsqlaJ4QwjZOgA85j1RKH3m-jwtWdX4Rkmpv7xWpxg7m84MJByRI5a22APpkx_XrlaKPM2wdapfVUqovpTtV5Kj1T8jqAIm/s1922/K%C3%BCnstlerWerk2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1922" data-original-width="1922" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZ2DEllKa4MTTARiOgqgeGE9eGEYXv1bGeiP72fXMhL5RbZX2CVjvMIwnRS-JJIikkQCuRdEMzyMnuJQNCMD6iuCfToM6aFsqlaJ4QwjZOgA85j1RKH3m-jwtWdX4Rkmpv7xWpxg7m84MJByRI5a22APpkx_XrlaKPM2wdapfVUqovpTtV5Kj1T8jqAIm/w365-h365/K%C3%BCnstlerWerk2.jpg" width="365" /></a></div><br />And here's the artist posing with his other work (yes, those are door stoppers, no, they don't help, but at least they keep the board from crashing loudly, another thing Mom's tinnitus can't stand ;-))<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloiDJvBK5erubT6qqJEr5QHlSqbrv3K1kSKk0yJnhHu_0wZWUVPvemIysTJMVO6LkG3aCKjzdfrp7ACHbJz_qMGy-5KN_ZjaKiZoqU_Fc872JGbqvhnXSisRM7srKV-3X1b_hwQmNSPm7ZQ6Q5fmDgPl-aDigbCIv8DuNasWR6POWqQJm65N2oLtQ5CnN/s2225/K%C3%BCnstlerWerk1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2225" data-original-width="2225" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloiDJvBK5erubT6qqJEr5QHlSqbrv3K1kSKk0yJnhHu_0wZWUVPvemIysTJMVO6LkG3aCKjzdfrp7ACHbJz_qMGy-5KN_ZjaKiZoqU_Fc872JGbqvhnXSisRM7srKV-3X1b_hwQmNSPm7ZQ6Q5fmDgPl-aDigbCIv8DuNasWR6POWqQJm65N2oLtQ5CnN/w446-h446/K%C3%BCnstlerWerk1.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><br />You can still bet on Mom throwing him out or not, by the way. What do you say?Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-61556985930718982292023-09-11T18:00:00.093+02:002023-09-11T18:55:24.320+02:00Turf wars<p>If you think we have been very quiet, then you are half right. The blog half.<br />I have of course been a distinguished lady as always. I still like to hang out with my friend Leonie, I play very decently with the rainbow wand thingy (ignore Mom if she says that I too know how to use my claws), I sleep on my pillow or in my cat bed, and only on very rare occasions I have to pull Mom's hair in the morning if I am absolutely starving.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYczMJxu9NnOOfg2I-NRNL92dOZWqhUgMcZuEQ5je_V7ID3E1VaZ2OiZZP5apW3JI3APtcWKCZtZNsF73-yCad_5hnbx5YBWLukBiV3fL9srFtTAqIgsFvEg-S7ugRvc5doDtvTp3atLhbXV0V0nWHxgXZrggKFuTiYEXZ40BAS5Jcu-TVQ7siUwTK7e4/s2250/GundelsL%C3%B6wenw%C3%A4chterin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2250" data-original-width="2250" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYczMJxu9NnOOfg2I-NRNL92dOZWqhUgMcZuEQ5je_V7ID3E1VaZ2OiZZP5apW3JI3APtcWKCZtZNsF73-yCad_5hnbx5YBWLukBiV3fL9srFtTAqIgsFvEg-S7ugRvc5doDtvTp3atLhbXV0V0nWHxgXZrggKFuTiYEXZ40BAS5Jcu-TVQ7siUwTK7e4/w388-h388/GundelsL%C3%B6wenw%C3%A4chterin.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><br />And I observe. I see. I know everything.<br />Lately Bruce, the shark, and der Dekan have been squabbling. Little things. Who gets the last kibble, who gets to tackle Mom on the way to the kitchen, who gets to jump on her belly when she is least expecting it, these kind of things.<br />Given that Bruce has no feet or paws, he usually doesn't have a chance and I could tell he was not happy about that.<br />Tension increased and it ended as it had to eventually, in the Shark Cat Turf Wars of 2023.<br />Of course I stayed out of it. If two young lads want to fight out, let them, I am too grown up and much too wise to get drawn into this.<br /><br />This was one of the times when Mom thought it might actually have been nice to have a smartphone. Why on earth she didn't just turn the video on her camera on, no one knows, but I have to admit that the pictures tell the story quite nicely as well.<br />Mom couldn't even decide which ones to pick, so you'll just get all of them. 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6KvYq2qn1n3CAFa9iRKbs_h9kMd-rGULGt8xTIQDnEgRWyE_zfqSCVL2f02tHTTSm3IHz__awoo3_qO8IHMOZZiaDDhGiIvXi9xQiCuRt4Rjc3P_a6D7sa6b92uoJcyC6DYH0y-bxln-Gicp5BHz-a4jkvcO2zsgSPLUz-2Ml5fpve7fkvcYP_iI2PCi/s2448/SharkFight7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6KvYq2qn1n3CAFa9iRKbs_h9kMd-rGULGt8xTIQDnEgRWyE_zfqSCVL2f02tHTTSm3IHz__awoo3_qO8IHMOZZiaDDhGiIvXi9xQiCuRt4Rjc3P_a6D7sa6b92uoJcyC6DYH0y-bxln-Gicp5BHz-a4jkvcO2zsgSPLUz-2Ml5fpve7fkvcYP_iI2PCi/w400-h400/SharkFight7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Now you probably want to know who the winner was, don't you?<br />Believe it or not, those silly boys fell asleep from one second to the other. Literally.<br />Boom. Best friends again? What do you think? I have a faint feeling the peace won't be lasting for long ...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0onzo3Dswp288vAwBy4c5CHcl4yM3Cn16PwmxJ4hIpg4xyAZTadfBKfl-AhWvFsQquegeKCAfanmVcUtkLzBfWjQbNRhCmtTOkjxtTFaRO1qEOZrtkfQ1vUzhGSOmKNQJzN1NqiB-k6-gLd3FUAx7qIPvQ3zAOx3gY5FUWJtoc-hCckjhPRoQw4_Er8bk/s2704/SharkFight8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2704" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0onzo3Dswp288vAwBy4c5CHcl4yM3Cn16PwmxJ4hIpg4xyAZTadfBKfl-AhWvFsQquegeKCAfanmVcUtkLzBfWjQbNRhCmtTOkjxtTFaRO1qEOZrtkfQ1vUzhGSOmKNQJzN1NqiB-k6-gLd3FUAx7qIPvQ3zAOx3gY5FUWJtoc-hCckjhPRoQw4_Er8bk/w400-h363/SharkFight8.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-65484012997167828802023-08-04T14:21:00.005+02:002023-08-04T14:28:25.661+02:00Plotting for world domination<p>We shall fight on the beaches ... since der Dekan seems to have the goal to eat until he looks like Churchill, it seems rather appropriate to borrow from his famous speech.<br />In fact, however, we shall not only fight on the beaches, but on land and water which is the reason for us inviting my friend, the shark, to this little meeting.<br /><br />We tried to make it look harmless, but something in Mom's eyes told me she didn't trust the peace. Der Dekan, who for good reason is the muscle (and belly!) of the operation while I am obviously the brain, came a little too close. He sat on me!<br />I could either get up right away and hiss at him or look extremely cute to make Mom think I have finally learned to tolerate the little creep. I opted for a mix of the two. For ten, fifteen minutes, I was cute while cursing den Dekan on the inside. I do have to admit, however, that he didn't play his part too badly. There were no stupid attempts to bite my neck or lick my ears, and no slap attacks.<br />Well, and <a href="https://jaws.fandom.com/wiki/Bruce">Bruce</a> - all sharks in this house are called Bruce - has been a cool dude from the very start.<br /><br />When I finally decided we had had a good first meeting and needed to split to keep it believable, I gave him one short hiss and he got up and walked away, just like that.<br />Now if Mom weren't such an extremely suspicious woman! I guess it has to do with all those years of cats around here.<br /><br />No worries, though. We can lurk for a very long time until we finally pounce.<br />We've got this!<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAP90HDvGcOBF3Ky0DqzSlhGVwHi4lDa--v8GLvdthUhRP5pi-S5eArvPdcgAGNQkvHPlgTE0mdcNqjAq_K-GO-ay4oQAnI7kDytEioyXfhensE1-VgOMlXz_nPeufKhrTKaF6Url0fVsxbZ1Sc0DfVUwMEJjpeJDqlbzaB989r1NtKR-GpE8P89oNwe8/s2727/TheGang3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAP90HDvGcOBF3Ky0DqzSlhGVwHi4lDa--v8GLvdthUhRP5pi-S5eArvPdcgAGNQkvHPlgTE0mdcNqjAq_K-GO-ay4oQAnI7kDytEioyXfhensE1-VgOMlXz_nPeufKhrTKaF6Url0fVsxbZ1Sc0DfVUwMEJjpeJDqlbzaB989r1NtKR-GpE8P89oNwe8/s2727/TheGang3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAP90HDvGcOBF3Ky0DqzSlhGVwHi4lDa--v8GLvdthUhRP5pi-S5eArvPdcgAGNQkvHPlgTE0mdcNqjAq_K-GO-ay4oQAnI7kDytEioyXfhensE1-VgOMlXz_nPeufKhrTKaF6Url0fVsxbZ1Sc0DfVUwMEJjpeJDqlbzaB989r1NtKR-GpE8P89oNwe8/s2727/TheGang3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfGaFhgAm1QkpnwjHZk9ZVgX2m9nmLX8g0AFy4msv24OoD_fsHZMlQVJrvrazn4tXG2pMQ4k-rlIuW2NrvSHaWQW8sFH8Ywzk0vIfl8Opbix338xe0Yp1npI6WuSDrG-cp5YpZAfq7Im0F1vpbf3pC5KfJZ5NOuU9FgOcrClsiiOEAk6lPWkIEPbJzWhB/s2740/TheGang2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2318" data-original-width="2740" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfGaFhgAm1QkpnwjHZk9ZVgX2m9nmLX8g0AFy4msv24OoD_fsHZMlQVJrvrazn4tXG2pMQ4k-rlIuW2NrvSHaWQW8sFH8Ywzk0vIfl8Opbix338xe0Yp1npI6WuSDrG-cp5YpZAfq7Im0F1vpbf3pC5KfJZ5NOuU9FgOcrClsiiOEAk6lPWkIEPbJzWhB/w440-h373/TheGang2.jpg" width="440" /><br /><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMpkEVRLKBXp7_kTiZbEqFuDETaaE8iVoIsplHd5e0t77QLZKnSx-eDwyXD6hpJTEwLuskqvWPCZrELexSJKyfr75wCFkmcVqKcYRuZSuc0x8jMASx0QggucRwZX8vswebvClXJ8AqApY6UNaLNFK64haADRizY39sEI_-L9W_iqtnwTa168t0Y0i0jn3/s2448/TheGang1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMpkEVRLKBXp7_kTiZbEqFuDETaaE8iVoIsplHd5e0t77QLZKnSx-eDwyXD6hpJTEwLuskqvWPCZrELexSJKyfr75wCFkmcVqKcYRuZSuc0x8jMASx0QggucRwZX8vswebvClXJ8AqApY6UNaLNFK64haADRizY39sEI_-L9W_iqtnwTa168t0Y0i0jn3/w441-h441/TheGang1.jpg" width="441" /><br /><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAP90HDvGcOBF3Ky0DqzSlhGVwHi4lDa--v8GLvdthUhRP5pi-S5eArvPdcgAGNQkvHPlgTE0mdcNqjAq_K-GO-ay4oQAnI7kDytEioyXfhensE1-VgOMlXz_nPeufKhrTKaF6Url0fVsxbZ1Sc0DfVUwMEJjpeJDqlbzaB989r1NtKR-GpE8P89oNwe8/s2727/TheGang3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2727" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAP90HDvGcOBF3Ky0DqzSlhGVwHi4lDa--v8GLvdthUhRP5pi-S5eArvPdcgAGNQkvHPlgTE0mdcNqjAq_K-GO-ay4oQAnI7kDytEioyXfhensE1-VgOMlXz_nPeufKhrTKaF6Url0fVsxbZ1Sc0DfVUwMEJjpeJDqlbzaB989r1NtKR-GpE8P89oNwe8/w443-h397/TheGang3.jpg" width="443" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxRGJpTq1K46wfRivQ3fr5mo8USOGjJtpvU6zKt1A5zs0Trn7iTShQKxP6jjmU7gI3ahZAkKZxHPOkgA4dszONiuB4py6qE77INPbQeR6yEaR7L9KAFO2ucbqb-p8RQY6AijoCw6T_4KBq_sPUvSwCvSwzRQWzio6ERzn7Co0NSvf1VE03Lf8xHodEBVl/s2983/TheGang4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2354" data-original-width="2983" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxRGJpTq1K46wfRivQ3fr5mo8USOGjJtpvU6zKt1A5zs0Trn7iTShQKxP6jjmU7gI3ahZAkKZxHPOkgA4dszONiuB4py6qE77INPbQeR6yEaR7L9KAFO2ucbqb-p8RQY6AijoCw6T_4KBq_sPUvSwCvSwzRQWzio6ERzn7Co0NSvf1VE03Lf8xHodEBVl/w459-h363/TheGang4.jpg" width="459" /></a></div></div><br />P.S. I don't care much for Mom calling us The Gang now, though ...<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-51223121045150441532023-07-11T18:00:00.035+02:002023-07-11T18:07:42.410+02:00I'm still afraid of no shark<p>Shortly after I moved in here, <a href="https://ponderthecat.blogspot.com/2017/06/im-afraid-of-no-shark.html">Ponder had a talk with Mom about me "being dangerous"</a> and producing this photo of me and one of my shark friends for proof.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibq2twbjgXTYqXvWi9dAAE2NyZu_G0NbkBsUtnGtugccXkZ7VTSJ8JKBxrQbON9tfZQWpJ4ghTTPLFsQgg8j50yd7LNUav7F5bYjZlagOfFLt_S-V7HjXwNTKWpK4rgp-h2QOn6B2PYNk/s590/GundelHai1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="443" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibq2twbjgXTYqXvWi9dAAE2NyZu_G0NbkBsUtnGtugccXkZ7VTSJ8JKBxrQbON9tfZQWpJ4ghTTPLFsQgg8j50yd7LNUav7F5bYjZlagOfFLt_S-V7HjXwNTKWpK4rgp-h2QOn6B2PYNk/w369-h492/GundelHai1.jpg" width="369" /></a></div><br />I wish I could show him in person that I'm still befriending sharks like this one that swam into the house today, on a wave of humidity, no doubt (seriously, it's hot!).<br />Look, Ponder! Mom says hi. We miss you. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5KGWiIoew2nQOEAMH4e0k0S9D53BnZFmeR3an_SFXPbQLHTI1xYF1xtil7HIerJGqe-XXh7Lr1ItGJANkEA7Q_O0mynNYWSBhD58o7Jv9_8Wyvp5qXyeMEWrPBscrR2lcGuVHZFXqseMp05lsvYsIhWO2D-UTK_oQTOcfMztUBj_McxFu-iXMrhxJFPS/s2578/Gundel%20Hai%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2578" height="535" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5KGWiIoew2nQOEAMH4e0k0S9D53BnZFmeR3an_SFXPbQLHTI1xYF1xtil7HIerJGqe-XXh7Lr1ItGJANkEA7Q_O0mynNYWSBhD58o7Jv9_8Wyvp5qXyeMEWrPBscrR2lcGuVHZFXqseMp05lsvYsIhWO2D-UTK_oQTOcfMztUBj_McxFu-iXMrhxJFPS/w563-h535/Gundel%20Hai%201.jpg" width="563" /></a></div><br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-1165450639458216922023-06-27T09:00:00.094+02:002023-06-27T10:50:02.096+02:00Happy Gotcha Day!<p>Two years. Can you believe it has been two full years since my life has changed because THIS had been brought to our door??<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZl8pnSr-POeAO-YjFWgnCM4MtbeQ1juZtD9SR736VuqRi7-El92Gfz7ascbiXRRHRaYCKTJlcWCWprBZQRLOCEA311gCq3vjU2BTPB47JUIPwcNEePg6lphl2LLyLscWHt0FaJoomPs8-l6BKJxzetmu49JOLnLkUfonSd2HOlob3zXmIfksYI48bnbBn/s3264/DerDekanTag1_2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZl8pnSr-POeAO-YjFWgnCM4MtbeQ1juZtD9SR736VuqRi7-El92Gfz7ascbiXRRHRaYCKTJlcWCWprBZQRLOCEA311gCq3vjU2BTPB47JUIPwcNEePg6lphl2LLyLscWHt0FaJoomPs8-l6BKJxzetmu49JOLnLkUfonSd2HOlob3zXmIfksYI48bnbBn/w475-h356/DerDekanTag1_2.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><br />Oh yeah, he was so small and he was so cute and he was such a **** from the start. Well, I only really met him after about ten days, but then I knew my quiet days were over. Mom said she wanted me to have a feline companion, but honestly, I think I could well have done without a fuzzy whirlwind trying to take all my spots and eat all my food.<br />Der Dekan was a bit like a shark caught in an eternal feeding frenzy. Thinking about it, he still is a lot of times, but for me that means I get breakfast earlier than I used to, so I won't complain. Also what he has actually learned is that he won't steal my food while I am eating which is a source of neverending surprise for Mom as he's not that well behaved when she is eating.<br /><br />We have learned to get along. Every, now and then he chases me, sometimes it's like a ritual which is about the running and not the catching.<br />There are those rare times when he jumps me full force and I have to screech like a banshee (do they screech or is that owls?) and some fur is flying and Mom keeps yelling "Dekan! Leave her alone!", but it really doesn't happen often.<br /><br />Mom thinks it would be nice if we slept all cuddled up, but I am an independent woman and also I got <a href="https://ponderthecat.blogspot.com/2023/06/love-me-tender.html">Mr. Radish</a>.<br />I let den Dekan groom me sometimes which I couldn't stand at all in the beginning, so who knows, maybe once Mr. Radish has been slobbered on one time too much and leaves, things will change.<br /><br />What I like best about the brat, however, is the way he has with Mom. He can turn from cute into a killer in a second and the other way round (Mom still can't believe how humming the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cX9AYW7S09U&ab_channel=God%2CKingandCountry">Skye Boat song</a> calms him down right away every time he's in biting mode, in her version of the song she has been humming to all her animal companions for decades), from really smart to incredibly dumb.<br />He certainly keeps her on her toes, makes her despair, but also makes her laugh, and I sit and watch from the sidelines thinking it serves her right ;-)<br /><br />Well, Dekan. Happy Gotcha Day. I know you'll get a good treat (which isn't difficult to do because almost everything is a good treat to him). You are okay. Never forget, though, who's the boss here.<br />And for Bast's sake, stop sleeping on the job!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjps0pCDTwSQk4-oygPdSWU-t1uCWU4_qUhn8TidCbQeXSzYQIyUx4nRDRU_Ky1fUBkFpvBDm5loBKaEMAwjve_4SXXVtR5xdE-_yO0K9i0ZYHAGMbgRE0LeZJ45_S2NmE4oN8CrzrC_cVMs0AORVGZ6DZgqikiHz6Jd55PLtgqhvAqpDU5Fi9Hx5LJ7bv1/s2856/DekanLaptopw%C3%A4chter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2097" data-original-width="2856" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjps0pCDTwSQk4-oygPdSWU-t1uCWU4_qUhn8TidCbQeXSzYQIyUx4nRDRU_Ky1fUBkFpvBDm5loBKaEMAwjve_4SXXVtR5xdE-_yO0K9i0ZYHAGMbgRE0LeZJ45_S2NmE4oN8CrzrC_cVMs0AORVGZ6DZgqikiHz6Jd55PLtgqhvAqpDU5Fi9Hx5LJ7bv1/w461-h338/DekanLaptopw%C3%A4chter.jpg" width="461" /></a></div><br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-56981251841600509612023-06-23T14:00:00.045+02:002023-06-23T14:23:15.717+02:00A new gal in town<p>I still remember when I was the new gal in town, a little more than six years ago. Can you believe it has already been that long?<br />Now it was time for another lady to move in. She's just a tad bigger than I, has a piercing look, and is very soft. Her name is Leonie.<br />Of course der Dekan had to try and suck up to her right away, playing the big tough guy card first and then trying to win her over by getting all cutesy with her.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkmU-eYMZARy8NzbvaTTdwuvy3tdikwGh9mPisSL-8rbDUidaNP8kXvO6mBNh2mtjWGEwsvFeOlxKQseOS2eQEJxgy8Bq1mWjYmyC3-SRA5Wtwz1vmz0hGgy_6mt_Jszm2jbq4-jlh12yEt9wR4pqNx-z_5g81xFaJMMGhVd9UZLUIL31WeZ2sUS9xbql/s2730/DerDekanLeonie2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1817" data-original-width="2730" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkmU-eYMZARy8NzbvaTTdwuvy3tdikwGh9mPisSL-8rbDUidaNP8kXvO6mBNh2mtjWGEwsvFeOlxKQseOS2eQEJxgy8Bq1mWjYmyC3-SRA5Wtwz1vmz0hGgy_6mt_Jszm2jbq4-jlh12yEt9wR4pqNx-z_5g81xFaJMMGhVd9UZLUIL31WeZ2sUS9xbql/w501-h333/DerDekanLeonie2.jpg" width="501" /></a></div><p>The real reason Leonie came here, however, even if the egocentric little brat refuses to acknowledge that, is so we could become best friends. I can tell her everything and she can tell me, well, not much really, but she's a great listener, I can tell you (Mom says all Steiffs are great listeners, except for Jocko who's monkeying around too much ... which is actually a bad pun on Jocko being a Steiff chimpanzee *eyeroll*).<br />Leonie makes you feel very safe and relaxed.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdGFUm4NFvFL3TxGX8AYT-gOOIp2f5_6fJkhMu5o6_h4U-HIRPkGmSOFQqOQb_cDitgEXtN1q6fJUUD9lFMbiWD3R0zCYtMmsa2zrJu9JkcKU-sG927W7XpMwhx1MoW02Gor8lettkChi07rCrdmnZ67alRY3NiviFx7TzlPA6KmZrgO30XXMtcKYfCUJL/s2381/ZweiDamen1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2381" data-original-width="2381" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdGFUm4NFvFL3TxGX8AYT-gOOIp2f5_6fJkhMu5o6_h4U-HIRPkGmSOFQqOQb_cDitgEXtN1q6fJUUD9lFMbiWD3R0zCYtMmsa2zrJu9JkcKU-sG927W7XpMwhx1MoW02Gor8lettkChi07rCrdmnZ67alRY3NiviFx7TzlPA6KmZrgO30XXMtcKYfCUJL/w400-h400/ZweiDamen1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbLqgjz_oX7uv6NwSwMncuGscWWNGjd-pWhvN7GF6lmDMlAGqC933FLXSn59lbyNR71SteSe1JE25aCGfwlORpBV0xwtVB-9GC00ZDIXVYYZWxGrchBGWaI6hQsLddwy-_PHkOloO5RO3VroX8w6TcI5PT67PtcleBgdgSTd1PjC5U2rnckhqXgAnLcXB/s2115/ZweiDamen2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2115" data-original-width="2115" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbLqgjz_oX7uv6NwSwMncuGscWWNGjd-pWhvN7GF6lmDMlAGqC933FLXSn59lbyNR71SteSe1JE25aCGfwlORpBV0xwtVB-9GC00ZDIXVYYZWxGrchBGWaI6hQsLddwy-_PHkOloO5RO3VroX8w6TcI5PT67PtcleBgdgSTd1PjC5U2rnckhqXgAnLcXB/w400-h400/ZweiDamen2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The only thing we hate is if Mom is intruding on our feline girl time!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyykE3liQAaoCjk_WJasjsKlbJyok0P__skbn1lFzqXo1hCYzkoTq1PubcEeCD3iL_tk1krHd7DDGiCjNuZboAgw-N3akpoIZRJQB6t5srhG47rST3MNBA0Mmr1WIyoENUZAfKuVcwey4T0brg50owBdKEHwDeEEFvhXstt_XRnTIaF93R6S8mDDsE43kz/s2015/ZweiDamen5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="2015" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyykE3liQAaoCjk_WJasjsKlbJyok0P__skbn1lFzqXo1hCYzkoTq1PubcEeCD3iL_tk1krHd7DDGiCjNuZboAgw-N3akpoIZRJQB6t5srhG47rST3MNBA0Mmr1WIyoENUZAfKuVcwey4T0brg50owBdKEHwDeEEFvhXstt_XRnTIaF93R6S8mDDsE43kz/w400-h400/ZweiDamen5.jpg" width="400" /><br /></a></div><br />I am grateful to her, though, for bringing Leonie here (initially as a birthday gift to herself) and then giving her this spot on the bed which she did just for us, by the way.<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-44671557721380144262023-06-10T11:52:00.000+02:002023-06-10T11:52:07.075+02:00Love me tender<p>Thought we had disappeared? No way. Things haven't changed at all. Mom is still telling everyone that she lives with a sweet cat and a crazy cat and it is so true. How can a cat be so smart and so not smart, so cute and so unnerving, so relaxed and so wild, all at the same time? Der Dekan can make me tired just by looking at him.<br />While I don't mind a little harmless slapping and hissing duel every, now and then, not even a little chase, sometimes it's just better to stay out of the way during his crazy runs.<br /><br />I have learned to appreciate soft blankets and beds, quiet hours, long naps, and cuddling with a friend. I am talking about Mr. Radish of course.<br />As you can see, Mr. Radish is no spring chicken. To be honest, he's not even the first Mr. Radish, but shhh, don't tell him that.<br />We have an on and off relationship. Sometimes we won't see one another in weeks or we just exchange a short hello, but when we spend time together, it's as it has just been a few hours. I tell him about what I have been up to, what has happened in the house since we last met, we talk about catnip (he's full of catnip stories, I swear), about den Dekan, and Mom's attempts to keep him in check, we laugh, and we cuddle.<br /><br />I hadn't even noticed that Mom took some pictures of our last encounter.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfiZaT_h7qUOp-RZl3ZuaOnWvh-Y80llPk0v9IqHITDXx6RrdlhfCcryXJLeTY62mnLD8cY2Vm7HkE6DsgAHtQc1ha915jZ9lOAHmURUhqfvNwZFTp0h11deq1AmWKjE-PZ_QWKZTu8BMCYoRENjtYGiriFIDHtNRNX4Bxb02hDC_EtG0NtTxe4WW_A/s2677/GundelRettich1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2677" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfiZaT_h7qUOp-RZl3ZuaOnWvh-Y80llPk0v9IqHITDXx6RrdlhfCcryXJLeTY62mnLD8cY2Vm7HkE6DsgAHtQc1ha915jZ9lOAHmURUhqfvNwZFTp0h11deq1AmWKjE-PZ_QWKZTu8BMCYoRENjtYGiriFIDHtNRNX4Bxb02hDC_EtG0NtTxe4WW_A/w400-h366/GundelRettich1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br />Mr. Radish telling me a fascinating story about catnip.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hQwPTEUCAg4gIzMvbKc7uR1NcNdhV6y-RrL7W0WaKJ1GEdpPxl345vFqgZBayLHU0_ClgE5wtFWBLOgwVyYQ26_96WY80ZV_V2kf5ditTYOzP1eHlqWF7hFPoghTkAs0CGaWldFTJf_PSYsInrmNFRtPWGYRJjUr_aa9bwJmEJb1Oa5rOF2ySyAo-A/s2807/GundelRettich2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2407" data-original-width="2807" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hQwPTEUCAg4gIzMvbKc7uR1NcNdhV6y-RrL7W0WaKJ1GEdpPxl345vFqgZBayLHU0_ClgE5wtFWBLOgwVyYQ26_96WY80ZV_V2kf5ditTYOzP1eHlqWF7hFPoghTkAs0CGaWldFTJf_PSYsInrmNFRtPWGYRJjUr_aa9bwJmEJb1Oa5rOF2ySyAo-A/w400-h343/GundelRettich2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Just dreaming together.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin78oyjBSLZ9_aPEAnPFcBwci197PbVQYp_Mw4RxsAbdC_HDWhew0TmehZYdKySkKWAjU0BuYm7J5NLljdx69AXhDJ4JnYRHsUGJ9HDt1PuVg7Mewb2l6A5RxYwiVMl9KC-3tUPAL8c3tpTuiFKaxl6V3Z8LzCj2pUmTmsWPiPj1D208r1UQCiy6NzNw/s2937/GundelRettich3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2937" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin78oyjBSLZ9_aPEAnPFcBwci197PbVQYp_Mw4RxsAbdC_HDWhew0TmehZYdKySkKWAjU0BuYm7J5NLljdx69AXhDJ4JnYRHsUGJ9HDt1PuVg7Mewb2l6A5RxYwiVMl9KC-3tUPAL8c3tpTuiFKaxl6V3Z8LzCj2pUmTmsWPiPj1D208r1UQCiy6NzNw/w400-h334/GundelRettich3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />No comment ...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaNQS7evGYTgHz3aafPJIrRByaFgtD_7xzapYipwwAsrdDh09VL4hxxcJIs0bcDASfLT8VMFs7_ZBFFEswgqhgW8dVIVKDc3UMJ_QNoswIHRK0l3htgOac6stfQgJh0ThJ1c4470ZVd8zI69-1jolURwYpn0v7C9tXGkMLM6jC2qcp9DwZ6DVa4cYjg/s2448/GundelRettich4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaNQS7evGYTgHz3aafPJIrRByaFgtD_7xzapYipwwAsrdDh09VL4hxxcJIs0bcDASfLT8VMFs7_ZBFFEswgqhgW8dVIVKDc3UMJ_QNoswIHRK0l3htgOac6stfQgJh0ThJ1c4470ZVd8zI69-1jolURwYpn0v7C9tXGkMLM6jC2qcp9DwZ6DVa4cYjg/w400-h400/GundelRettich4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-56131845511376526292022-12-11T13:54:00.005+01:002022-12-20T08:49:42.410+01:00The photo box<p>It has been a while because, people, I have been too busy keeping notes of all the shenanigans going on in this house. Der Dekan will get his extra large font on the naughty list for Christmas this year.<br />I'll have to be fair. Sometimes he's very calm. He can sleep for hours and be very snuggly, and sometimes I even let him groom me for a few seconds before one of us raises their paw for a slap fight. Yesterday I even let him hug me, but not long enough for Mom to take a picture. That constant photo hunting of hers can get very exhausting.<br />Usually she can only get a good picture of me if I'm exhausted and trying to disguise as a stone.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Y_kEh30EuF-Dc73PpzIKGQx9wi6oiBedVIqLd_hdjKrMOr2hD0JW8HEZtVGxhNa1VgmUkDyIkRdp_ujyfV0gOV4viqlkVpZpY-7Hs61EFeangKr0in0XRiZqDLj-kNDJbCzAgzewMm6BPkadiFbcrIntefcMJRTTSfazctmvaq1kMqLW0DPqobEFaA/s2821/NebenMir2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2821" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Y_kEh30EuF-Dc73PpzIKGQx9wi6oiBedVIqLd_hdjKrMOr2hD0JW8HEZtVGxhNa1VgmUkDyIkRdp_ujyfV0gOV4viqlkVpZpY-7Hs61EFeangKr0in0XRiZqDLj-kNDJbCzAgzewMm6BPkadiFbcrIntefcMJRTTSfazctmvaq1kMqLW0DPqobEFaA/w400-h348/NebenMir2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />This story I have to share with you, though.<br /><br />After we got our breakfast today, Mom had the nerve to go back to the bedroom and shut the door. That's fine with me, after breakfast I usually take a nap on my favorite faux fur blanket. This time I installed myself on one of the chairs at the dinner table.<br />When Mom came out again after hours, der Dekan had already been getting ready to knock down that door because his breakfast portion had been too small. Adding insult to injury, however, Mom didn't run to the kitchen right away to give him a second one.<br /><br />If der Dekan gets mad, he gets MAD. It usually involves running through the place at lightning speed, knocking things down here and there randomly, not actively, just by hitting them with his massive little body. If that doesn't set things right, he'll jump at walls knocking down what he can find, one of Mom's vintage hats, a picture, magnets off the notice board, you get the picture.<br />Today he took it out on the photo box.<br /><br />You need a little backstory for that.<br />Mom had an open light tent that der Dekan loved right from the start. He looked very cute in it when he was still a baby, but he grew and the tent which was more than ten years old started suffering. So Mom decided we'd need a new box, one that she could close, so it wouldn't be used as a cave anymore.<br />In her calculations she forgot that we would definitely use the box as a stepstone between closet and shelf, though, and sometimes also just to sit on it. I move in an elegant way, so I'm not the problem.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKkUYurWwRYvFEnxRBF8Kmwt8K2lBxaKaPrK99CmlvDAZHf6A5z4Vn4gLps8cyBvGbkX_xO8SWtOudJbLE6IjWZGrALjxlshT4EwJRZiqnyvQPeUduQwPyQuywNpxz0ljqXepOdR69ERcUpRtMtxLm1fvGJAK8HeSbHe8szNPKrM78YZ8BTQ8b2Ip2g/s2241/AufDerBox.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2241" data-original-width="2241" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKkUYurWwRYvFEnxRBF8Kmwt8K2lBxaKaPrK99CmlvDAZHf6A5z4Vn4gLps8cyBvGbkX_xO8SWtOudJbLE6IjWZGrALjxlshT4EwJRZiqnyvQPeUduQwPyQuywNpxz0ljqXepOdR69ERcUpRtMtxLm1fvGJAK8HeSbHe8szNPKrM78YZ8BTQ8b2Ip2g/w400-h400/AufDerBox.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Mom also hadn't figured that der Dekan would do his very best to get inside the box through the flap on top attached by velcro.<br />Last
but by no means the least, she hadn't expected to be so annoyed by some
LED strips. To make it short, Mom hated to use the box for taking
pictures. Nothing worked the way she wanted and more than once we had to
cover our ears because of the heavy cursing.<br />Finally she gave up.
She put the box on the floor for us to have fun with - which of course
made us lose interest in it immediately, especially because she didn't
open the front flap - and got a light tent that looked like the old one.
Now she takes pictures and then puts it up on a cabinet. She could have
done that with the old one, but sometimes she's a slow learner. Humans,
you know.<br /><br />Now today der Dekan remembered the box standing there
and from her desk Mom could hear him going wild with the velcro. She was
on the phone at the time and didn't care what he was doing until it
definitely got too loud for her to concentrate on the call and the
printout she wanted to do. So she asked her conversation partner to wait
a moment and went over there.<br />This was what she saw.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGmg3vQE149Z7PuM2m75EgSG2W0wRwXrUqPxPCc092fYcApF5KdjaQQ2ALzlUApiPnTV2SKbGKkea7xJ_QoZ1r134wgrf2yUegsFKVpVA92X4EN_HftobWcub30mX_6-jfbf6a8QPmacvKLmqQdTzqMld0ifCwjqGzJNQ3oqirLF2JaxW3g3XzmaQag/s2448/ToteFotobox.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGmg3vQE149Z7PuM2m75EgSG2W0wRwXrUqPxPCc092fYcApF5KdjaQQ2ALzlUApiPnTV2SKbGKkea7xJ_QoZ1r134wgrf2yUegsFKVpVA92X4EN_HftobWcub30mX_6-jfbf6a8QPmacvKLmqQdTzqMld0ifCwjqGzJNQ3oqirLF2JaxW3g3XzmaQag/w400-h400/ToteFotobox.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The little top flap really got it, just as she had expected. But where was der Dekan?<br />Any ideas? Yes, der Dekan was inside the box and tried to claw his way back out, but the velcro resisted bravely.<br />When Mom raised the flap, she almost got it as well because he tried to jump up there, claws out as usual. When she tried to open the front flap, a little striped arm came out hitting at her. She finally managed to tear it open with a quick movement and a not at all panicked, but angry tiger walked out ... and immediately came over to me to take it out on me next.<br />All that got him was a timeout outside - and a very small second breakfast.<br /><br />Once again I wish I were better with the camera because Mom definitely didn't have a free hand to handle one while releasing the kraken. Sorry, den Dekan.<br /><br />Not on topic, but Mom chose not to put up a Christmas tree this year. What a pity, I bet I would have had a few things to tell! ;-)<br /><br />P.S. About 40 minutes later.<br />Wanna guess who just had to be released from the photo box? A hint, not Mom, not I.<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-64738581997792201852022-10-08T20:20:00.001+02:002022-10-08T20:20:28.359+02:00Da Box<p>Have I ever told you the difference between dem Dekan and myself? It's easy. I'm the good girl and he's a bad boy. Ugh, Mom is giving me the look again. Yeah yeah, he isn't always bad, only if he's awake. Of course that has a lot to do (I hope!!) with him being such a youngster - he just turned 1 1/2, the spring chicken - and my being a lady in my best years with experiences that he's lucky not to have. I'm talking about my life in the streets of course.<br /><br />I also know how to work. My task is mostly to supervise and like most cats, I am very good at that. After I finally got my own office chair which by now has been made more comfy by the addition of a soft blanket (under which I like to crawl and hide, so I can get a nap in every, now and then), I can always be close. Mean people - one mean person, to be exact - have accused me of sleeping on the job, but if you look closely, you can see my eyes being open.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2S2DU1Yz9sq5AcAoacIE33hUK0yLzxhOFxL8-_ZNEGLk-vviQFZpz9fg2ZNn2f9L61iaseamILIAyTO2bXpPh0T9MH2_ZN78QpHo27kJmxsAsHKimxQZMnsnAmyvzjIgE-tAEhsdFYFW_1r-SLKI9WNEjP1UhpNjPs2OHz5EFO3qpfC-tIoeixkGSqw/s2655/SleepingOnTheJob3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2214" data-original-width="2655" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2S2DU1Yz9sq5AcAoacIE33hUK0yLzxhOFxL8-_ZNEGLk-vviQFZpz9fg2ZNn2f9L61iaseamILIAyTO2bXpPh0T9MH2_ZN78QpHo27kJmxsAsHKimxQZMnsnAmyvzjIgE-tAEhsdFYFW_1r-SLKI9WNEjP1UhpNjPs2OHz5EFO3qpfC-tIoeixkGSqw/w400-h334/SleepingOnTheJob3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Der Dekan is eager to work, only his definition of it is very different from me. It involves jumping, batting stuff off the walls, may they be pictures, magnets, or hats, knocking stuff over on the desk or knock them off the desk, trying to steal things and - that is very important to him - always having his claws out and his sharp teeth ready in case someone is trying to keep him from wreaking havoc.<br />His job description can't be the same that Mom has for him.<br /><br />The other day there was a post on Facebook about a lady putting two boxes on the desk for the cats and Lo and Behold! The cats went in there and all was well in Facebookland.<br />Mom had just got a parcel with shoes and the shoebox was still around for us to play with. It fit perfectly behind the laptop, and believe it or not, it didn't take a minute and der Dekan was in there which was rather a surprise for me. We both are not as crazy about boxes as some other felines are.<br />Mom was delighted. Was that really the solution for him sleeping peacefully on the desk without trying to push the laptop off using the force of his, erm, delicate body and legs?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUztQinOuwILqBWG2mTOyCTk2pu1oQz6w-e_ij23eG8CCFey8Elo1fbcoNbXd4bHo6mv02yT0BWvJDlAO5p092i5CnREpl1lheckMkj4Ch5XLP0jCniTSzj_NEn308J_vHdIvqPmRwWjFzhaPsA4JJ2-4zW3IAWLe6AZCpoy_si1dJFBUkji32p7TaKg/s2893/DaBox1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2893" height="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUztQinOuwILqBWG2mTOyCTk2pu1oQz6w-e_ij23eG8CCFey8Elo1fbcoNbXd4bHo6mv02yT0BWvJDlAO5p092i5CnREpl1lheckMkj4Ch5XLP0jCniTSzj_NEn308J_vHdIvqPmRwWjFzhaPsA4JJ2-4zW3IAWLe6AZCpoy_si1dJFBUkji32p7TaKg/w400-h339/DaBox1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />That looked good, very good. We were not sure how that big head would also fit in there, but for once it was a blessing that Mom has huge feet and wears shoes that could serve as small life<span></span>boats. Any smaller and there wouldn't have been a chance for den Dekan to get into the box at all.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FYLDJC-nczxlXhgPddLq3XyTM79aB1dgAna5uRHGh9eCUA5OoJ8tJRVi0_UB3Pr1WEh12UOofAnkRSKYuJhOlUyXXv6aaTr4o-O00guTTIR7ccXBfsic5aNvsIk6XnYC-B5jJWFr4GwM0OHh8rnHwq2H0i1iTZDA53X3P_V2QEbddG0uN0gVw-gjlg/s2981/DaBox2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1984" data-original-width="2981" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FYLDJC-nczxlXhgPddLq3XyTM79aB1dgAna5uRHGh9eCUA5OoJ8tJRVi0_UB3Pr1WEh12UOofAnkRSKYuJhOlUyXXv6aaTr4o-O00guTTIR7ccXBfsic5aNvsIk6XnYC-B5jJWFr4GwM0OHh8rnHwq2H0i1iTZDA53X3P_V2QEbddG0uN0gVw-gjlg/w400-h266/DaBox2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br />Yeah, it looked a little snug. Would it be comfortable enough for him to stay in there?<br />Der Dekan is no natural "loafer", meaning he very rarely likes to sit like a loaf of bread. He likes spreading out in as many directions as possible which is one reason why Mom woke up the other day to find that she was lying in bed in the wrong direction with her feet firmly on the ground instead of the pillow she uses. The pillow had been conquered by a not so small cat.<br /><br />Oh. That didn't look promising. One leg was already out of the box.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMX0RIs2B540LpLBg6GOyW2-bFsrCT1VvVwp1cfgfUxH08n0pWy1nGag34LCiZ2vNEj0qQe1-1tKgYO5Se2n-nvr7PuQWAvgZ9lL0ctjkuV4E_b0eaRnfAi1tzioHRXCCTXjyMLBM_YEHzeYZu9qjyBUwKF4wu6p57Oi-Ik3lPXUnTVWKcfmr2tvxquw/s2719/DaBox3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2142" data-original-width="2719" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMX0RIs2B540LpLBg6GOyW2-bFsrCT1VvVwp1cfgfUxH08n0pWy1nGag34LCiZ2vNEj0qQe1-1tKgYO5Se2n-nvr7PuQWAvgZ9lL0ctjkuV4E_b0eaRnfAi1tzioHRXCCTXjyMLBM_YEHzeYZu9qjyBUwKF4wu6p57Oi-Ik3lPXUnTVWKcfmr2tvxquw/w400-h315/DaBox3.jpg" width="400" /><br /></a></div><br />And then all hell broke loose. Unfortunately I had to laugh so hard that I couldn't take over to take more photos or, even better, make a video of what happenend next.<br />Der Dekan pushed himself against the laptop using the whole box, then half of him kind of flopped out of the box curling around the laptop shoving things on the desk around.<br />Mom tried to push back which led to the use of sharp weapons on the furry side, to Mom's hectic attempts to keep the desk from being destroyed completely, and finally the immediate removal of the box.<br />All in all this didn't take longer than maybe one minute from the occupation of the box to its removal.<br /><br />I call it an epic fail and I'm sure that Magica on the left and Ponder on the right thought the same judging from their looks.<br />Mom was mad - which was not okay, after all it had been one of her stupid ideas - der Dekan felt empowered and went knocking off some more stuff elsewhere.<br /><br />I don't understand why I'm not being paid a hazard pay for having to live here with these two crazies!<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-64403323373853492032022-09-10T12:45:00.001+02:002022-09-10T12:50:04.264+02:00The poacher is back<p>Mom has told me that there is a history of poaching in the family - if she believes her grandmother's stories about "Fanny of the Kuchalm" hiding ancestors of hers who poached in order to help bring food on the table -, but from her choice words today it didn't seem to me as if it is a tradition she would uphold herself or likes to see being upheld by others.<br />I'm not a poacher. I don't steal and if I hunt, it's Steiff animals - not that Mom appreciates that much - or toys.<br />There is an ever hungry cat in the area, though, and he won't stop at anything to feed that fat little tummy of his.<br /><br />Today Mom cut up some cardboard. One of the parcels that hadn't been opened yet contained a large bag of kibbles. Imagine Mom's surprise when this is what she found.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqHpENJGzozf_-BgKsztA6oMOoZRLrn1OY5FEzvTpNKl5_twLc0I00KHAyGUZkIK9drXoZ_t7kQEgqmTDTI8cxt1_mugJxOgyyn8KuBR2YAJtcNRzm-EugyI2ygQTMdEx0QoSuIDs517RsDgEEtR8czPA_1wX9k8_yax6Zfrbd8Ir5dHTmrDj_EPteQ/s2440/Angriff.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2404" data-original-width="2440" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqHpENJGzozf_-BgKsztA6oMOoZRLrn1OY5FEzvTpNKl5_twLc0I00KHAyGUZkIK9drXoZ_t7kQEgqmTDTI8cxt1_mugJxOgyyn8KuBR2YAJtcNRzm-EugyI2ygQTMdEx0QoSuIDs517RsDgEEtR8czPA_1wX9k8_yax6Zfrbd8Ir5dHTmrDj_EPteQ/s320/Angriff.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />She first saw that long cut and was actually ready to blame herself when she a. remembered that she hadn't even cut the parcel open, but tore the tape off and b. noticed the distinctive little claw marks all over.<br />The parcel had two holes at the sides, so you could grab it better ... or get in there with a long furry leg and try your best to open up what's inside and maybe get some of that to the outside.<br />Well, that did work, but unfortunately it was not food, but a few bits of the printed invoice. Mom had wondered where those bits of paper on the floor had come from, but hadn't investigated.<br /><br />I tell you, my dear people, this house has turned into a house of crime and only Bast knows where this will be ending.<br />I want nothing to do with it. I'm not even here and you don't see me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJgwgLVyv-iDTNA01atkmkmGW5-5qLbxPWW7ZFfxoZqj_7i0r8CrbepYZtmqDZMo5Ed3PA4vNi9XfAxbn-Yb7RCR00-33ZcL_ws4O-ImKh-4No47LvDN1BW_z9SyRS8SN87mKEcSHbu33REsQreYCKsy-1SdNqDS9dPDVzJmgGrJuv78z0Hx_3-9lBBw/s2448/R%C3%BCckansicht2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJgwgLVyv-iDTNA01atkmkmGW5-5qLbxPWW7ZFfxoZqj_7i0r8CrbepYZtmqDZMo5Ed3PA4vNi9XfAxbn-Yb7RCR00-33ZcL_ws4O-ImKh-4No47LvDN1BW_z9SyRS8SN87mKEcSHbu33REsQreYCKsy-1SdNqDS9dPDVzJmgGrJuv78z0Hx_3-9lBBw/s320/R%C3%BCckansicht2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mom also wants you to know that we are not affiliated with VetConcept in any way.</span></p>Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-30482837202014464842022-06-02T18:31:00.000+02:002022-06-02T18:31:18.366+02:00Hunter or thief?<p>I have lived in the streets. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, and decided to never go back after Mom offered me a warm bed, armchairs, rugs, and blankets almost exactly five years ago. Yup, on May 23rd, we ladies celebrated the best thing that has ever happened to Mom (and I don't care if she's trying to tell me about her other gotcha stories).<br /> Der Dekan didn't celebrate. He didn't have time for it, there are always things to do.<br /> That's fine with me, I like my special time with Mom. She tells me how beautiful I am - true - how lucky she was to get a gorgeous girl like me - true - and she even gave me bits of cheese - don't tell anyone, I'm not really supposed to have it, but there were no bad consequences, so don't scold her. Of course she can't resist me. Who can?<br />Anyway, I know where I want to stay and what I want to do and don't want to do.<br />I don't steal, I'm sweet, I'm as loyal as I can be, and I don't steal. Oops, did I say that twice? You know where I'm getting at, do you ..... Let me tell you a story.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBgLBS_h9JqS2cP2vIkHl8401H-e2-HlYLTSrqFbkiPqBl3NtDC-KCQYtBhlNUBWfGBPunZnkJqiWN0dl9QEKEXNWmP_Sy9rLN2wMmgmfnzlNYRoL10fYYlhvUGUdUJNbFvfcBBcEqHWAlFE6a62D3DBHyQeS0CkbBdSzOLXBscEwZOhcX87Uj3sokg/s2605/Allersch%C3%B6nste.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkhfiYElWcEFsSAfPo1NkJ7lQvOPW3v9cM9TLrO-_fKYOXmyyoHf41Et7pZndFLxjBCKRNKhLNhYiH7E49Qr5FNk5zSZkH8QvrlMIcJRVe1D3vE95HRbQR1UFfG1px5XlC-T2hrFBrfMLWCmMOg_tFeQxBlf1W-aFU70GmquxD-bcovA3IXo8YCkn3g/s2605/Allersch%C3%B6nste.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1967" data-original-width="2605" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkhfiYElWcEFsSAfPo1NkJ7lQvOPW3v9cM9TLrO-_fKYOXmyyoHf41Et7pZndFLxjBCKRNKhLNhYiH7E49Qr5FNk5zSZkH8QvrlMIcJRVe1D3vE95HRbQR1UFfG1px5XlC-T2hrFBrfMLWCmMOg_tFeQxBlf1W-aFU70GmquxD-bcovA3IXo8YCkn3g/w400-h303/Allersch%C3%B6nste.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>It was two weeks ago.<br />Mom was in a whiny mood because her back had gone back out some time before, and although she could already perform the important tasks around the house again - food and water for us and our litterboxes - she still walked like an 80 year old and moaned so much that it was kind of hard to nap in peace.<br />Suddenly I heard her laugh out, though.<br />Apparently, she had looked for something in her underwear drawer and found a black undershirt that she had only worn once or twice in years, so she decided that it was time to get rid of it. She put it down next to her, but when she was done and turned around, the shirt had gone.<br />As it's rather a rare event for shirts to go walking on their own, she immediately knew her main suspect. He was rather small, had stripes and had been a hardcore criminal since his early youth.<br />When she went looking for the culprit, this is what she saw ...<br /><br /></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sd__YdXFmZ0zn53bfsBJr5SgsSFnMm-PoUihrz_YV5MpJTbnf11WSTCGGsPUm30I7y6qg7GGp3S9_GNaMpaKa2gD0-8g_JxBq_Pthp9RCIc8aJYrwYCZm-uV1Z2F3fx81hVSMv89XjL2xfqY9gcyzm4AIvYd00Rgz22jrbZFgtiTnOA_U8m1BiPEMQ/s1982/Hemdchen2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1982" data-original-width="1982" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sd__YdXFmZ0zn53bfsBJr5SgsSFnMm-PoUihrz_YV5MpJTbnf11WSTCGGsPUm30I7y6qg7GGp3S9_GNaMpaKa2gD0-8g_JxBq_Pthp9RCIc8aJYrwYCZm-uV1Z2F3fx81hVSMv89XjL2xfqY9gcyzm4AIvYd00Rgz22jrbZFgtiTnOA_U8m1BiPEMQ/w400-h400/Hemdchen2.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br />A feeble attempt at hiding the goods in the usual place, his "play rug". <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2105" data-original-width="2105" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzO1jgGY0lRUpTyuEKNGEFCzh9zSToFKE-t7EzGWOMNOkD3emYTsPgjGftxjhvbEvkSfeg5G1oSQ4loGI7Thz23ebgU68s_VqjyXp8aun6Iv7obt6GojcEO0iql-X3MK_oBFKMypZaVTPoeHsLPpK2x9s-Czf-a59uR_BYYH6loweORifI67BiZvPIA/w400-h400/Hemdchen4.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As she followed him through the flat, still laughing, the criminal still tried to escape with the loot. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth between the hallway and the rug - no doubt hoping for the door to freedom to open which didn't happen.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzO1jgGY0lRUpTyuEKNGEFCzh9zSToFKE-t7EzGWOMNOkD3emYTsPgjGftxjhvbEvkSfeg5G1oSQ4loGI7Thz23ebgU68s_VqjyXp8aun6Iv7obt6GojcEO0iql-X3MK_oBFKMypZaVTPoeHsLPpK2x9s-Czf-a59uR_BYYH6loweORifI67BiZvPIA/s2105/Hemdchen4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7wSRUE3mYNPLGw5LaLn2yEWVAXxmttKmYKG0GcjyXeDmN3ENOIGmvhmfcnHEdHwmoqnWQ9pU0KCB9N8yW0TFHd9hYp_ibevM2IlxD8tD5XNhugB3ISVjdFZ_4gLSHPjzafqlXT1nc1rdsS43JmDefdBVlcAjTnOwyHsxyk93Aw_pufvnUOKScNRd2A/s2448/Hemdchen1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7wSRUE3mYNPLGw5LaLn2yEWVAXxmttKmYKG0GcjyXeDmN3ENOIGmvhmfcnHEdHwmoqnWQ9pU0KCB9N8yW0TFHd9hYp_ibevM2IlxD8tD5XNhugB3ISVjdFZ_4gLSHPjzafqlXT1nc1rdsS43JmDefdBVlcAjTnOwyHsxyk93Aw_pufvnUOKScNRd2A/w400-h400/Hemdchen1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Slippery PVC is every thieving kitty's enemy, especially if both his front feet are on a shirt that makes it even worse. I really wish there were a video of this because I have to admit it made me laugh, too.<br />It looked to me as if this escape had not been planned very well.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2292" data-original-width="2292" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPGKuTwCZCq-2NNLJdE4KpcleATN0nmuedgY3XfHLJXToek5CcD4NS6HnV402wUZMw_uvSGA5bFCh0CJvCFTf3gBAoU0E-joBE1qMffekoj1dI0FzBOipdK-2oMjFz_OLS1JRktINhgD7ZrSFWVZyexK-7ehU0mVyZATh9FI69weuvtR4Sm6zcHLTbVA/w400-h400/Hemdchen3.jpg" width="400" /></div><br />In the end, the shirt ended up on the play rug from where it disappeared shortly after. Believe it or not, but it hasn't been found yet ......<br /><br />Now you tell me. Is der Dekan a mighty hunter as Mom claims or is he just the little thief that I take him for?<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-40327935261843871562022-04-29T13:17:00.000+02:002022-04-29T13:17:00.882+02:00A night at the Lonely Cat Saloon<p>The year was 2022. It had been quiet at the Lonely Cat Saloon, not unusual for a Thursday night. Then he walked in and I knew trouble was ahead. He was a troublemaker and had been ever since he crossed the threshold the first time. Assault, vandalism, poaching, you name it, he had done it and he never felt a shred of remorse. He could be incredibly rude, but also a ladies' man. He could wrap Mom - the owner of this sad, rundown little saloon - around his paws anytime and she was always quick to forgive him.<br />I don't know what had happened, but he needed a drink ... or two or more.<br /><br />"Gimme another one, Miss G."<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0GPQi4jdK2w-iWWZJXQAw3EMOZScGkcTfi7uuroGjAjDUNdoe_BPHycjEajQWJOKi6I7pQ2hU3PsAnDUd4Usw42KbbjfUvUN6WA9gvReZF4hB7QWrBS5GdgGFosCJhfcoKivmOfTyLfbWoqdbNePgKrAi4uFHwAnn_jCnRqETiNFX6279lunNX6kmWw/s2261/Drinker1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2261" data-original-width="2020" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0GPQi4jdK2w-iWWZJXQAw3EMOZScGkcTfi7uuroGjAjDUNdoe_BPHycjEajQWJOKi6I7pQ2hU3PsAnDUd4Usw42KbbjfUvUN6WA9gvReZF4hB7QWrBS5GdgGFosCJhfcoKivmOfTyLfbWoqdbNePgKrAi4uFHwAnn_jCnRqETiNFX6279lunNX6kmWw/w358-h400/Drinker1.jpg" width="358" /></a></div><br />"I think you had enough. How about you pay and have a nap over in the armchair?"<br />"Come on, Miss G. You can see I have the money right here under my paw. Just one more."<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7Lm8HYhwnt3rABClZS3CJZIXn6rQfKQvs1URey8o0zWwFxO-F7rTdOELqJmlZOaplTJP2TwgzEV495OKnU-uM4rp0owJrdQ99y10C00QC3OPO6EbC7EoGOkUI1Ea79rruQPfkpGN5RRdy2Ee7oJC7i0BauBQ8Ek3agdtsYA82ZuLWlD1lT8xWorqJQ/s2448/Drinker2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="2181" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7Lm8HYhwnt3rABClZS3CJZIXn6rQfKQvs1URey8o0zWwFxO-F7rTdOELqJmlZOaplTJP2TwgzEV495OKnU-uM4rp0owJrdQ99y10C00QC3OPO6EbC7EoGOkUI1Ea79rruQPfkpGN5RRdy2Ee7oJC7i0BauBQ8Ek3agdtsYA82ZuLWlD1lT8xWorqJQ/w356-h400/Drinker2.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><br />"Sorry, but this bar is closed for you."<br />I took the empty glass from him just before he passed out.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaoyhL4heK-pJUiX_AzhPsFzqVwq8kRgecSfL3Jw-TdFrgWnfCadywUEFlXKyt8VtfNmQyJqxj6RFpZkulMpzHiQM8wUcOv7ysyXHc5mcWXKpoH83GCr3mQ6eVxA_shulFFE5p9BQ9Ny4ULXfQV2P2VgjXO2VGHrZtUgarOlh17f-ZudRFUHOZVS4ILA/s2448/Drinker3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1652" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaoyhL4heK-pJUiX_AzhPsFzqVwq8kRgecSfL3Jw-TdFrgWnfCadywUEFlXKyt8VtfNmQyJqxj6RFpZkulMpzHiQM8wUcOv7ysyXHc5mcWXKpoH83GCr3mQ6eVxA_shulFFE5p9BQ9Ny4ULXfQV2P2VgjXO2VGHrZtUgarOlh17f-ZudRFUHOZVS4ILA/w270-h400/Drinker3.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><br />I may come across tough sometimes, but I'm kindhearted. I could have got Mom to kick him out, but I let him sleep. Tomorrow he would be the same obnoxious tabby cat, no doubt, but I had seen the vulnerable kitten behind it all.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFiGrJRe5dTeBwhZIntMwbGxZ63k_J-uuKxylgaEnuwKo00nCrnvmIeJi01cZCfc4SAd1YhvnvRLh-DZP22a84jJimtMD2b2ULfmZDGsXvOavMBPP0NuIKvpTJkLxlvCQiAHhrYfm2H4PNWf4AufkHHoDptzgG_9A5cFkHOCy-hI56-dFOuVFEam3ipQ/s2039/Drinker4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2039" data-original-width="1639" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFiGrJRe5dTeBwhZIntMwbGxZ63k_J-uuKxylgaEnuwKo00nCrnvmIeJi01cZCfc4SAd1YhvnvRLh-DZP22a84jJimtMD2b2ULfmZDGsXvOavMBPP0NuIKvpTJkLxlvCQiAHhrYfm2H4PNWf4AufkHHoDptzgG_9A5cFkHOCy-hI56-dFOuVFEam3ipQ/w321-h400/Drinker4.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><br />Just another night at the Lonely Cat Saloon ....<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-35419593790764786902022-04-21T21:54:00.001+02:002022-04-21T21:54:51.787+02:00Ride, boldly ride to the end of the rainbow .....<p>Yeah, I wish I could ride to the end of the rainbow ... without Mom singing along, however ... maybe then I would get a moment peace and quiet here!<br />Okay, it's not that bad. Der Dekan likes to sleep with Mom, on her pillow, in her arm, even on her chest by his own will, and that gives me time to do my own stuff, like sitting on the newish cat tower, sleeping in the office chair or on the armchair, for example. Or to go for a ride.<br />You know how little brothers are, though. You have something, they want it. The top of the stairs which usually gets us both thrown out of the room because Mom is afraid we are going to end up on her head, the ball you are playing with, the food you are eating while their own plate is still full, I could keep going like that.<br /><br />Where I'm drawing the line is Liese. The Steiff sheep (that has no name, poor thing) and Liese are mine. I'm the rider here. Of course Mom keeps trying to tell me that all cats loved riding Liese or sleeping on her, but I don't care about "all cats". I'm putting my paw down here. The brat has to learn that there are limits, even for him!<br />And this time, I prevailed. That'll teach him, don't you think?<br /><br />"I wanna ride, too!"<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOphOxeMPRjBz44SOtfDkJWp2cCOOx6jO4iTPKEZ2IEdZ8jWXralpjP8GbUa3KB3g9L03oDX49ePTZlB5roHabtI03ocJX_bqAT-r7L2oJIXnQAM7bLOJ0DST7CmjxgZBHccLzyxQX6yJY3UL5EIDGZcHh4g1bxg4zGYnDNTtQbXyB2V386XS5h7KbpA/s2050/MeineLiese.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1955" data-original-width="2050" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOphOxeMPRjBz44SOtfDkJWp2cCOOx6jO4iTPKEZ2IEdZ8jWXralpjP8GbUa3KB3g9L03oDX49ePTZlB5roHabtI03ocJX_bqAT-r7L2oJIXnQAM7bLOJ0DST7CmjxgZBHccLzyxQX6yJY3UL5EIDGZcHh4g1bxg4zGYnDNTtQbXyB2V386XS5h7KbpA/w400-h381/MeineLiese.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />"GO away."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAFkXUm6h0W6bFcFb4-uF8AqZvyDwwT1WTgPkqJ_34G5VFdKskEmhdwXIssBHzL1L3s2hxdZEkGPcnaxFOaL44YmbCzDeJJJSIg7LBVOdOCPfuvPSeBcVk22OeTsyPac4ONAOFlY4MwUxmep7jhEYIrLx1a9mZeNUs9G_77TMDhdbq4u5VTE3U_c2RA/s1984/IchWillReiten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1984" data-original-width="1927" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAFkXUm6h0W6bFcFb4-uF8AqZvyDwwT1WTgPkqJ_34G5VFdKskEmhdwXIssBHzL1L3s2hxdZEkGPcnaxFOaL44YmbCzDeJJJSIg7LBVOdOCPfuvPSeBcVk22OeTsyPac4ONAOFlY4MwUxmep7jhEYIrLx1a9mZeNUs9G_77TMDhdbq4u5VTE3U_c2RA/w389-h400/IchWillReiten.jpg" width="389" /></a></div><br />"Pfff, I didn't want to ride after all."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZPid8uatBUuFsVORLpTZ12DiAL8gcS6xK8RqGdd-h7CIIUiHpb8Zazq77Hzx5eAwJjm_mQSqeDKVqiBB3axLPSq-1SPw2okT_WNugIUgH-kSCrXcRUwgsNsjHspeC5qX37kXy30M8xA_qUt2f9wA3bbLumOHkF7Axha3TDS9wGARScnklagn9Te6RA/s2571/DannGehIchHalt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2192" data-original-width="2571" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZPid8uatBUuFsVORLpTZ12DiAL8gcS6xK8RqGdd-h7CIIUiHpb8Zazq77Hzx5eAwJjm_mQSqeDKVqiBB3axLPSq-1SPw2okT_WNugIUgH-kSCrXcRUwgsNsjHspeC5qX37kXy30M8xA_qUt2f9wA3bbLumOHkF7Axha3TDS9wGARScnklagn9Te6RA/w400-h341/DannGehIchHalt.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Funny how unimpressed Liese is with all of this. I guess she must have seen a lot in her 50-some years on this planet!<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-74804763167775109412022-03-29T17:16:00.002+02:002022-03-29T17:16:28.388+02:00Master of the Desk<p>Mom has tried, she really has, but der Dekan doesn't like to listen much.<br />She told him about Ponder and how he has been her studio manager for many years, a good one, a reliable one, a ... let's get real, she lied. I knew Ponder and he was great, but he certainly liked to have a bit of fun with Mom's stuff. There was a reason she called him her <a href="https://catswire.blogspot.com/2011/01/photo-story.html">master thief</a> more than once, and hunting her things was not his only hobby.<br />One thing she's right about, though. Der Dekan is not a good desk manager. He likes to sleep behind the laptop and push it with all four feet, so more than once Mom had to remove him, so he wouldn't push it off the desk. He likes to steal pencils, paintbrushes, bead tubes, and last night he stole an earring while Mom looked away for a second. Actually, it's kind of funny to see her freaking out yelling how she has "spent hours on this and you are not going destroy it, give this to me". I'm in my office chair - don't believe her if she says it's hers and I should use the one she specifically got for me (she claims her butt is too big for that one) - watching her and thinking how she deserves this for letting the brat move in.<br /><br />As one of Mom's cameras is on her desk, she loves to take pictures of us here. It's very convenient not having to get up, also we are often making it easy for her by sleeping or looking adorable. We are very good at both.<br />Additionally, der Dekan is very good at looking silly. Although he already claims the title Master of the Desk, I'm not so sure about it, not only because it has been just one of his many career choices in the last few months. Just look at Ponder's face in the last picture. I do wonder if he would have been able to educate the (not so) little one ... starting by telling him that the hole punch's handle originally isn't meant for leaning on it.<br />By the way, do you think I should tell him about <a href="https://ponderthecat.blogspot.com/2011/06/resume.html">the time Ponder applied for a job as chiweenie wrangler</a>? Now <i>that</i> sounds like something der Dekan might enjoy!<br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMQZ9Mko4QrPdrxRd_-FpLpG6OuIVbwz_k7xAP_M1Vy4WQvhnMepVihRKjD8-mEG6fo1lXSJu6GwSRq3PPpQzrqOz1_vqQPXMTMYPqWq9wTU3GGCHbW4DLDOzZ9udGtFLkKO6EzQXaC24FPrXiy1oaTZEI1eq8yu-uasl3D0g6NDiF4nI1z6l-8txCQ/s2202/DerDekanLocher1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2202" data-original-width="2202" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMQZ9Mko4QrPdrxRd_-FpLpG6OuIVbwz_k7xAP_M1Vy4WQvhnMepVihRKjD8-mEG6fo1lXSJu6GwSRq3PPpQzrqOz1_vqQPXMTMYPqWq9wTU3GGCHbW4DLDOzZ9udGtFLkKO6EzQXaC24FPrXiy1oaTZEI1eq8yu-uasl3D0g6NDiF4nI1z6l-8txCQ/w400-h400/DerDekanLocher1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4jL3MqZBcRCGO8pyekvZcj8A32rZ85d1CKXSilmn2rYoulaqDSOedn-qnJgotzR6EyAQgMChKCOc2-hWBzDo4n_3OJDQNcV_Z_P-y5eB-3BtQZ0Azb6_yPDUqZjfFesmF-yHb_DmGWVhcuE6JWPMCBuZIqB3DgnsSvhiGVZAnVdhGfjoiElJV5P68w/s2198/DerDekanLocher2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2198" data-original-width="2198" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4jL3MqZBcRCGO8pyekvZcj8A32rZ85d1CKXSilmn2rYoulaqDSOedn-qnJgotzR6EyAQgMChKCOc2-hWBzDo4n_3OJDQNcV_Z_P-y5eB-3BtQZ0Azb6_yPDUqZjfFesmF-yHb_DmGWVhcuE6JWPMCBuZIqB3DgnsSvhiGVZAnVdhGfjoiElJV5P68w/w400-h400/DerDekanLocher2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgK933bd-aMkfYNsyf8Jt5lschSozMKJfMBzk2w07TABL-8LtCnd5spfmquBE_Fakz460JyEH9NjOxphs9IDh-xE42cQe5FT73dtRaxxbg-pHwYW_LK2FhxL5XDVF5XaM9clKQ-7gIA56LT7qIVukx4ukCsmBI4PoQr6gcbI1fQyt21ldEO-M3X52Qg/s1868/DerDekanLocher3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1868" data-original-width="1868" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgK933bd-aMkfYNsyf8Jt5lschSozMKJfMBzk2w07TABL-8LtCnd5spfmquBE_Fakz460JyEH9NjOxphs9IDh-xE42cQe5FT73dtRaxxbg-pHwYW_LK2FhxL5XDVF5XaM9clKQ-7gIA56LT7qIVukx4ukCsmBI4PoQr6gcbI1fQyt21ldEO-M3X52Qg/w400-h400/DerDekanLocher3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-59632601787358753052022-03-22T14:33:00.000+01:002022-03-22T14:33:02.100+01:00Mad kitten<p>"Mom?"<br />"Yes, Gundel?"<br />"Can we ...."<br />"Talk? Sure. It's about den Dekan again, isn't it?"<br />"Of course he is. I admit that I'm kind of getting used to him and I haven't said anything for a long time ..."<br />"Not in words, no, but sometimes a look is quite enough."</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4eUYlNRkGkQ5jBlNC3AtcEW9f3fRtcyMnd82lv06lgVuIN7lyO9VPycWuU1hvOQmGRfdxBQrBgPtSwUWoM506auFgL010qf476TVzE8pRSRNW25SL2YxDEuARP8TC9rmztpo10okf_45-ehyh5IY83XjPPlCHHKkO-j1UKgs-9hvkIjTaMXc3iH2tQ/s3264/GundelWanne3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4eUYlNRkGkQ5jBlNC3AtcEW9f3fRtcyMnd82lv06lgVuIN7lyO9VPycWuU1hvOQmGRfdxBQrBgPtSwUWoM506auFgL010qf476TVzE8pRSRNW25SL2YxDEuARP8TC9rmztpo10okf_45-ehyh5IY83XjPPlCHHKkO-j1UKgs-9hvkIjTaMXc3iH2tQ/w400-h300/GundelWanne3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />"Actually I just wanted to inform you that der Dekan has decided to become a Mad Kitten."<br />"I would have thought he is already rather mad. Have you seen the box he pulled of my nightstand?"<br />"Not THAT kind of mad! A Madison Avenue kitten."<br />"We don't live on Madison Avenue."<br />"Are you just pretending to be stupid, Mom, or are you? He wants to go into advertising."<br />"Okay. How does he plan to go about that?"<br />"I have the photo that he wants to send to Philips. Here, look."<p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLEbdsm0PyhfDScjH_xNJMBlnz9822riJAHl_cLj-8fKwMo70u21u0U5xdMDJnT7iZ-DU4e0d3aiCtPVNMGtsT9FH9OvSOYAEEVTdp-tZrXkvmXkLh4pntps0PC9etoVpRJYaZYPHW_PWQDvi0R-31hLarPFiwlyXUIjOSi08OaCIIMYO8M6I2TpEbA/s2790/PhilipsDekan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1872" data-original-width="2790" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLEbdsm0PyhfDScjH_xNJMBlnz9822riJAHl_cLj-8fKwMo70u21u0U5xdMDJnT7iZ-DU4e0d3aiCtPVNMGtsT9FH9OvSOYAEEVTdp-tZrXkvmXkLh4pntps0PC9etoVpRJYaZYPHW_PWQDvi0R-31hLarPFiwlyXUIjOSi08OaCIIMYO8M6I2TpEbA/w400-h269/PhilipsDekan.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />"Uhm ....."<br /><br />P.S. People, I just don't know. My personal opinion is that the name placement is quite memorable *cough cough*, but wouldn't it be better if der Dekan showed a little more of the product in question?<br />I am talking about the DVD player that is actually beginning to have problems running because "someone keeps planting his big butt on there" (That is a slightly altered quote by Mom, she's usually not as sensitive as I am).<br />What are your thoughts on this?<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-18119439093823251442021-11-19T18:52:00.001+01:002021-11-19T18:52:38.348+01:00Move over, Paul Rudd!<p>Every, now and then Mom need some girls time. We hang out in one room and lock the new kid out for a little while, then we can talk about how our day was, if I liked my food and my nap and what she's up to. I can play with my Easter egg blank without being disturbed by an overexcited teenager. And sometimes we have to talk seriously.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCEwIUuh1WBogjRPM-zmC9zO7zUcpSeCq89F5m_ZyYa-33rSlyEpJAQrkRrziAWFKwr-l5QFS2rPR8HeFFO0V6n-KBywmQ_Un3vx9XdEifbBeoYyCvly32g7wc9xAeR27Ydq-VONFwqCTmY3dP6L7zCVlSv3EGcKRTIAqUJO4H88SZ8WrdqKjAjIVpxg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1147" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCEwIUuh1WBogjRPM-zmC9zO7zUcpSeCq89F5m_ZyYa-33rSlyEpJAQrkRrziAWFKwr-l5QFS2rPR8HeFFO0V6n-KBywmQ_Un3vx9XdEifbBeoYyCvly32g7wc9xAeR27Ydq-VONFwqCTmY3dP6L7zCVlSv3EGcKRTIAqUJO4H88SZ8WrdqKjAjIVpxg=w224-h400" width="224" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>"Mom, we have to talk."<br />"Oh dear. I hate when somebody tells me that. Do you want to break up with me?"<br />"Don't be silly."<br />"Sorry. Have a seat and let's talk."<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii7cHuSSwE9zxvhcx5PA6XdItQdv3nGm7_YSqD9KcB4Zh_HpEMhRr2wWn5_lEU9qkFS0fm4GvC_C6Z1OETJEqDXknjuL_oW2T0S6S3Mq_MjbEyrg55Kmf22NgGzYIrADrNhiuFeOYqpAWppjU1B2Wh64T1XRzJ8V1WtNSZa1IoNvbi-pYRIfkTNmiXPQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1344" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii7cHuSSwE9zxvhcx5PA6XdItQdv3nGm7_YSqD9KcB4Zh_HpEMhRr2wWn5_lEU9qkFS0fm4GvC_C6Z1OETJEqDXknjuL_oW2T0S6S3Mq_MjbEyrg55Kmf22NgGzYIrADrNhiuFeOYqpAWppjU1B2Wh64T1XRzJ8V1WtNSZa1IoNvbi-pYRIfkTNmiXPQ=w263-h400" width="263" /></a></div><br />"It's about den Dekan, isn't it? What has he done now? Has he broken something? Has he stolen one of your spots
again?"<br />"It's more serious than that, I'm afraid. I think he has completely lost his mind now."<br />"Ooookay. From the start, please?"<br />"Do you remember how you've watched Stephen Colbert's videos with Paul Rudd the other day? The ones about auditioning him for '<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHdXpQypevs">Sexiest Man Alive 2021</a>'?"<br />"Yes, so what? Those were just funny videos."<br />"Well, der Dekan got into your account."<br />"So? There was nothing weird about those videos."<br />"No, but der Dekan is convinced that Rudd was the wrong choice. He thinks he's far sexier."<br />"Oh ...."<br />"Right. Oh. You should be more responsible with your viewing choices."<br />"What's the problem, though? Don't tell me he has written to People magazine to complain."<br />"No, but he's determined not to let something like that happen again next year. He's planning a campaign and he's starting a portfolio with pictures and skills. You'll want to see these."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIRebaYmBafabNs531GqHFfZvK3nJdOTuEjcHr_WVDCzNllGmQPLl0bKYLLTEeEgIdSY8_Aj7-ODqy8bgOIlnBg9ayUJ_0Qo1QXgyPNuKEPjUxP5-dZ0Qy3JJ9O132wPtZhkfoHUhB_jDG6Ch8kjlN7xVT__rnkZWLZqCob7NL_PKZELrRTiQtpQ-CYQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1755" data-original-width="2048" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIRebaYmBafabNs531GqHFfZvK3nJdOTuEjcHr_WVDCzNllGmQPLl0bKYLLTEeEgIdSY8_Aj7-ODqy8bgOIlnBg9ayUJ_0Qo1QXgyPNuKEPjUxP5-dZ0Qy3JJ9O132wPtZhkfoHUhB_jDG6Ch8kjlN7xVT__rnkZWLZqCob7NL_PKZELrRTiQtpQ-CYQ=w400-h343" width="400" /></a></div><br />"Now that is pretty harmless, don't you think?"<br />"Only because the photographer cut off the edge on the right hand side which would have shown you his legs up in the air. Now look at this. He's doing the 'sexy slump' for the cover. Yes, he got that idea from your videos."<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheKl_pMxR8a0rv6in3MsipAq8nb304V0vmorVEdpcPhjsHjYlWRZQu1CPi4AWiCxLVTTmS7YwXaAlblmwaRO5W9WZ30g9tL1al1A8HYf3yIszdhWHqfRrf8QSQ8d66TldAGZKofEWFWD-tQhLIoyKhH-CxKK_ve-70njtgQWcpETrtPRE4OKIR2vl68Q=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1652" data-original-width="2048" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheKl_pMxR8a0rv6in3MsipAq8nb304V0vmorVEdpcPhjsHjYlWRZQu1CPi4AWiCxLVTTmS7YwXaAlblmwaRO5W9WZ30g9tL1al1A8HYf3yIszdhWHqfRrf8QSQ8d66TldAGZKofEWFWD-tQhLIoyKhH-CxKK_ve-70njtgQWcpETrtPRE4OKIR2vl68Q=w400-h323" width="400" /></a></div><br />"And now be prepared for the worst. You NEED to have a word with him. He's not even grown up. What else are we to expect? His own perfume line? 'Male Hubris by Der Dekan'? Fashion? A rockstar career?"<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_VLOgT1LExyHf3mlLKD38rKl2ioP3aACAqTEfPJfJrEKh4C_4LAGtjyWIy14Dut4c0QxGepg9SzR88Ayv_k_mEaBKTLk6Xq-GNemlRiunOC5g-nnoYJxUJr6L03fpDA8qCwPnhTG4l-BMMn_u-TBr8bctuI-EdDAPzXykXMrciP9NNFIKLspGDnCvuw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1619" data-original-width="2048" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_VLOgT1LExyHf3mlLKD38rKl2ioP3aACAqTEfPJfJrEKh4C_4LAGtjyWIy14Dut4c0QxGepg9SzR88Ayv_k_mEaBKTLk6Xq-GNemlRiunOC5g-nnoYJxUJr6L03fpDA8qCwPnhTG4l-BMMn_u-TBr8bctuI-EdDAPzXykXMrciP9NNFIKLspGDnCvuw=w400-h316" width="400" /></a></div><br />"Wowie! Move over, Paul Rudd. This little guy is too sexy for his fur. Maybe I should write that email to People ..."<br /><br />I'm despairing here, it's completely hopeless. In the name of Bastet, please send help, my friends. This household has gone completely nuts and I'm the only normal one here! Where will this end??<br />Stay tuned and be prepared for me turning up on your doorstep on short notice if things get worse!<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-66970615572399461342021-11-10T18:03:00.004+01:002021-11-10T18:06:07.078+01:00The Avengers<p>"Got thrown out again, did you?"<br />"It's ridiculous, all I did was knock one of Mom's vintage thingies off the chest next to the printer. She shouldn't keep stuff there if she doesn't want them knocked off."<br />"Oh, Dekan, you young fool. Have you still not understood that she doesn't want you to knock anything off anywhere at all? No pictures off walls, no thingies off chests, no wire spools off her nightstand. Mind you most of these things have been around way longer than you have even been in this world. Don't worry, though, as long as they don't break completely or disappear, she'll be fine."<br />"It was rather funny, though, that she tried to pick that octopus up from behind the little cabinet using barbecue tongs."<br />"Be glad it wasn't broken. A friend made it and Mom loves it very much. Still got you thrown out, too. You are young, you will learn. Come on, sit down, and I'll tell you the story I promised you, about The Avengers."<br />"Who are ...?"<br />*stern look*<br />"The Avengers, Mr. John Steed and Mrs. Emma Peel. It's an old British TV show about spies. Now listen."<br /><br />"After Mom's sister A. lost Mulder - whom I never had the honor to meet - she said she didn't want another cat. You know how it is, though. In the end they can't do without us for long, it's too quiet and who can live without furs and purrs?<br />Mom's other sister B., the one that was here just the other day, mentioned that at the vet's, and before long, they called to say that they knew about some kittens who needed a new home.<br />When Mom and A. went there, there were four little kittens. One of them, the only girl, was called Emma and she looked a lot like Mulder, white with tabby spots, so it was no wonder that she was the first chosen one.<br />All the others were boys, and finally A. picked one of them and renamed him John as she liked the name Emma and was inspired by The Avengers. Of course John turned into Johnny rather quickly, and honestly, from what I heard he's still not a gentleman like Mr. Steed was in the show.<br />These are the two as babies, by the way. You can already see that Johnny's fur has a touch of red."<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4TH6luB6QntDkV_ffuep8OGI4AoC3utQuJovqC5F8TOpLZ2QPBwyHWyq8AJr5z2VziNZ03xM9bzK8Pifv6p3tsiWaQZ0q4hNWqAzWj3NIXSBoQ44gsOAI3b4yf-OWU8xpp8zi19v8gB_DPEvy7PiZQ_QFFr0QlyZ59wui3FJarYZmZ83Lc2c1nleXIQ=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1711" data-original-width="2048" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi4TH6luB6QntDkV_ffuep8OGI4AoC3utQuJovqC5F8TOpLZ2QPBwyHWyq8AJr5z2VziNZ03xM9bzK8Pifv6p3tsiWaQZ0q4hNWqAzWj3NIXSBoQ44gsOAI3b4yf-OWU8xpp8zi19v8gB_DPEvy7PiZQ_QFFr0QlyZ59wui3FJarYZmZ83Lc2c1nleXIQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGnfnSvENnDGtyE1Z26HIBZG6QbI1_nR5_fHuTMrjHJC5HTmqow3SYmKt4153MUeEpHwLokKa5OhrkmHRtkzr1Gw9aJTKJFTBclYoA80Bb1mzYUUlWsalQPVs03kImALTGB062sITHpyfMU5qNUeqcmtq_ky99ozGIangKo-GtdbQSJM2fRHEzYGJJXQ=s1368" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1196" data-original-width="1368" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGnfnSvENnDGtyE1Z26HIBZG6QbI1_nR5_fHuTMrjHJC5HTmqow3SYmKt4153MUeEpHwLokKa5OhrkmHRtkzr1Gw9aJTKJFTBclYoA80Bb1mzYUUlWsalQPVs03kImALTGB062sITHpyfMU5qNUeqcmtq_ky99ozGIangKo-GtdbQSJM2fRHEzYGJJXQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWV89yGXMa1ewW2X3yIcjRBMqXgrXmeiSbevdka3Y5RdRc0EYKkqjbOzbUB2Evjw4Iuio-YF05pLV2M4K3fz2SYEWHfQqbH6AgJYYZgfw67vxIWHkVbRYZyGON4XnQj0S3mvATqC_RTxOfmGjwyIDsKu38mkRLw5Z0s9mt5PzbImJOjrbn0tEeWbHf9w=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWV89yGXMa1ewW2X3yIcjRBMqXgrXmeiSbevdka3Y5RdRc0EYKkqjbOzbUB2Evjw4Iuio-YF05pLV2M4K3fz2SYEWHfQqbH6AgJYYZgfw67vxIWHkVbRYZyGON4XnQj0S3mvATqC_RTxOfmGjwyIDsKu38mkRLw5Z0s9mt5PzbImJOjrbn0tEeWbHf9w=s320" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlExEcsvPuDLbyaKYrf_WvAwtbCRY5oHrEa8Dyzg_9fZPpk0faYc0IzL9XQNbll1LJTIB-9_ARxjY8upKVquPsMqRur1mMcciViNaBd7pCnyc0YnJDzUpYAzqLVs56cOjaXyM_H3UNiqFZbyPfyeJCWMIKUt5p_D_J5XPD5UOW9pKsRpKIW7SSf8bvqA=s1370" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1102" data-original-width="1370" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlExEcsvPuDLbyaKYrf_WvAwtbCRY5oHrEa8Dyzg_9fZPpk0faYc0IzL9XQNbll1LJTIB-9_ARxjY8upKVquPsMqRur1mMcciViNaBd7pCnyc0YnJDzUpYAzqLVs56cOjaXyM_H3UNiqFZbyPfyeJCWMIKUt5p_D_J5XPD5UOW9pKsRpKIW7SSf8bvqA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1UDlnRnRl4J5IfBL_Zh2tPyuos1Vp_QXHKb2JyqQQ0rREt0KOQaHMrM1-Ec5WNcpTAPprs2X6uVJgm3xyLNAkUFNY0qqtPjztc6GlzS0mP92bhaAUfseZKknvv5Wu_zO2mleGjykjUe72R6qmzOvRR8JIr2rwn4aAmWcvZ6r4v9czbHFr82HXEXIF5w=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1UDlnRnRl4J5IfBL_Zh2tPyuos1Vp_QXHKb2JyqQQ0rREt0KOQaHMrM1-Ec5WNcpTAPprs2X6uVJgm3xyLNAkUFNY0qqtPjztc6GlzS0mP92bhaAUfseZKknvv5Wu_zO2mleGjykjUe72R6qmzOvRR8JIr2rwn4aAmWcvZ6r4v9czbHFr82HXEXIF5w=s320" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p>"Are they still babies?"<br />"Of course not. This was four years ago and they have both grown up, just as you have already grown because you eat three times your own weight every day. Look, this is them two years later."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDcwoRT0KhBryTJFaz_e9IrvXfJiD_5XLrUGGLIZJLXgaKPgpwthv-yn7Svw_xJENR7hx446JJoThpQwhd1iqAGRQ4-UJNdro7_M9u45kRK1hmQ5J4gATWC5QymJC6FX7UR3QOFT2tg8_H_pmZLpigWc7vALHWBB-DHN8vBtDQxLwqSkpbKkOQ2w100A=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDcwoRT0KhBryTJFaz_e9IrvXfJiD_5XLrUGGLIZJLXgaKPgpwthv-yn7Svw_xJENR7hx446JJoThpQwhd1iqAGRQ4-UJNdro7_M9u45kRK1hmQ5J4gATWC5QymJC6FX7UR3QOFT2tg8_H_pmZLpigWc7vALHWBB-DHN8vBtDQxLwqSkpbKkOQ2w100A=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjltwNi15C6QIiGBB75foonjYNasyebWgc3SfYWybh2JQW4yzAOzaD7CRXE-HNwU6n-aN1qYZJhvM7zD8N75-8ZSSFjvzrQxswgrVlV3AM57t6xjE8pMbQDTJzAZFtSgsceDUGMQAawy3QtiqRjALVVBWOpIZVyd-jhlIG6tp5s6N9ew6ww0KtzaORkfQ=s668" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="668" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjltwNi15C6QIiGBB75foonjYNasyebWgc3SfYWybh2JQW4yzAOzaD7CRXE-HNwU6n-aN1qYZJhvM7zD8N75-8ZSSFjvzrQxswgrVlV3AM57t6xjE8pMbQDTJzAZFtSgsceDUGMQAawy3QtiqRjALVVBWOpIZVyd-jhlIG6tp5s6N9ew6ww0KtzaORkfQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p>"And this is them now. Emma has become a beautiful and very elegant lady. Johnny has grown into a very handsome fellow. He likes to get on shelves and cupboards, just like you. Only he jumps up a lot better than you do. "</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUKok6s-VqB4u1_b6_oIGkb0_Op3GSSqc2VIQ18-7DZwUP2nlO72-SEJTpqhCmUxTmrpwm1mSsNuwHaTH9n_PQfPuJSRhDEVQsU5Ynw1VXZSvM7Rm9yfuNL0nBFtgKg7-9PvH5trl0cq2nRbisgPE4S1Z1uUSvPHVy2O3yWkOy0H00KA2Jquws_Lg5ug=s621" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="621" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUKok6s-VqB4u1_b6_oIGkb0_Op3GSSqc2VIQ18-7DZwUP2nlO72-SEJTpqhCmUxTmrpwm1mSsNuwHaTH9n_PQfPuJSRhDEVQsU5Ynw1VXZSvM7Rm9yfuNL0nBFtgKg7-9PvH5trl0cq2nRbisgPE4S1Z1uUSvPHVy2O3yWkOy0H00KA2Jquws_Lg5ug=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNcgLH_HdJZhtj-NAtHNqqlnWzU4wV1-kFkqecvttOd_ppt31QXEXYVAs6-koaMQ26aD1Yi5nRpEzUFJkHQfXeIpiWxtJiaLbndP3wVl4yuew-raamjBiQnOoGxhEY_YUvgSGfZf6Re6Y-lLmaCix7oMlX37y4ia2YWi3I0PJIhA3sx_eQuEpGXmPs5w=s809" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="578" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNcgLH_HdJZhtj-NAtHNqqlnWzU4wV1-kFkqecvttOd_ppt31QXEXYVAs6-koaMQ26aD1Yi5nRpEzUFJkHQfXeIpiWxtJiaLbndP3wVl4yuew-raamjBiQnOoGxhEY_YUvgSGfZf6Re6Y-lLmaCix7oMlX37y4ia2YWi3I0PJIhA3sx_eQuEpGXmPs5w=s320" width="229" /></a></div><p><br />"Will I be that big one day and become a good jumper?"<br />"Only Bastet knows that. At the moment, I wouldn't want to bet on you while I would definitely put my money on Johnny or Emma."<br />"You don't even have any money except the change in the container that I keep knocking over."<br />"O Dekan, you still have soo much too learn. Next time I'll tell you the story about where I came from, and maybe I'll even let you in on the secret about where Mom hides her money and how to order toys off the internet."</p><p>Youngsters, eh? When Mom came back out, she let me into the room, so I could take an undisturbed nap in the computer chair, and from what I heard, der Dekan also had a little nap on her pillow.<br />There's nothing like a nice story to help you sleep ;-)</p>Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-64337557853371384062021-11-05T09:00:00.062+01:002021-11-05T09:00:00.182+01:00Introducing the new kid on the block<p>Welcome back to my little corner of the Universe which has become
even a little smaller because doors have to stay shut a lot here these
days. Excuse me while I'm glaring at a 6 1/2 month old kitten when
saying that.<br />I'll have to explain.<br />In June this year, Mom made a
very unfortunate remark to Kosel, one of the upstairs poodles. She told
him that she wasn't able to pick an older companion for me at the moment
and that he should bring a kitten from the farm near his humans' garden
in a village nearby. She claims that she was whispering, but a few days
later a box appeared in front of our door and said box contained a
kitten.<br />Awww, he was so cute, he was so small, he was so adorable. Ugh, you know how humans are around kittens.</p><p>I
won't beat around the bush. Ever since the kitten left quarantine -
which he had to spend in the bunny room with a lot of toys and enough
food for a grown tiger both as an introduction period and because of the
contents of his litter box (no words to describe that, I swear) - he
has been wreaking havoc. On Mom (who deserves it for her reckless decision),
but also on his surroundings (Mom deserves that as well, she keeps
stuffing things into cupboards and drawers and she even started
decluttering!) and on myself (which is completely inappropriate).</p><p>His
name is "der Dekan" which means "the Dean". He is named after one of
the wizards of the Unseen University from the Discworld books. I'm not
so sure about that name. Attila the Hun would have fitted nicely or
maybe Godzilla even if it's just our place he's trying to destroy and not Tokyo. He
steals, he fights dirty, he's wild, he knocks stuff over and down, he eats about twice his weight every day, and I
doubt that the rugs in this flat will ever lie straight again. And doors get shut a lot because right now we can't be in the room with the staircase both at the same time (he keeps jumping at me up there and Mom does not want us to fall down), but also because der Dekan loves the kitchen counter and isn't allowed in there during preparing of some food and cooking, because he gets so excited about food that he inhales his and then tries to eat mine, because Mom needs some time to do things without him, for example take a shower or work on something, and so on and on and on .....<br /><br />You
will hear more about him eventually. I need to vent somewhere, right?<br /><br />And you will hear what I will be teaching den Dekan (don't be surprised that the article will be changing, that's just German declination). The
youngster is totally clueless. All he knows is the farm and his large
number of siblings (nine, they said). Yesterday, when he tried to knock
Dude's portrait of the wall, Mom stopped him and told him to honor the
ancestors. She told him Dude's story and how he might not even be here
now, hadn't it been for Dude. I have no doubt she's going to tell him
more stories, but I think I'm better at that.</p><p>So in the next post I will pick up where Ponder left off <a href="https://ponderthecat.blogspot.com/2019/01/wheres-emma.html">in 2019</a>. I'll tell dem Dekan about the feline master and mistress of my Mom's sister, Johnny and Emma. Ponder said that there were 1000s of pictures, and miracles happen, Mom finally edited and sorted those, actually not just those of the Avengers, but also old pictures of yours truly.<br />I know that Ponder who had a very big heart for new people and cats would want me to show the pictures and tell the story, so that's what I will be doing very soon.</p><p>For now, I'll leave you with a picture of the new kid from about a month ago. I picked it for the look on his face. Remember how Ponder tried to tell Mom that I was dangerous and a thief when I first came here? I wonder what he would say to this brat now ...<br /></p><p>See you around soon, I hope!<br />~ Gundel<br /><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihL7VW8hgandN--v3KsfSTfTgq-u-YORvdkGMxJceApdHRM3GOTX8Ksr7VEry5WehjdIrBR7X4gdInWvmGRLOJ0F_HsNdaIvTAVLedxem2er_qqRf5UQeZGyRBDGP3q4ebiLg96g3tsCUqHkbUAb-jjDjKp9GfJtwiM5wSBjBxfJp6YrL-OhI4GXrXSQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2020" data-original-width="2048" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEihL7VW8hgandN--v3KsfSTfTgq-u-YORvdkGMxJceApdHRM3GOTX8Ksr7VEry5WehjdIrBR7X4gdInWvmGRLOJ0F_HsNdaIvTAVLedxem2er_qqRf5UQeZGyRBDGP3q4ebiLg96g3tsCUqHkbUAb-jjDjKp9GfJtwiM5wSBjBxfJp6YrL-OhI4GXrXSQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div>Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-87998450943163253132021-04-17T11:37:00.001+02:002021-04-17T11:37:32.893+02:00Self-service<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmD-mkQWe6v56dR7BQWFhKJ5fSat94Qp9v90BEB1uzR_8gEBYPc0i73e9FLIyrBndzb7-7rgPHYIOhbdNZ8OYMlSlGwWBOirPYG8rEaL8PgYp0NDYrQEVcc1vvB5jJuBaaj_knxsv0dT60/s2048/GundelJeans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1776" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmD-mkQWe6v56dR7BQWFhKJ5fSat94Qp9v90BEB1uzR_8gEBYPc0i73e9FLIyrBndzb7-7rgPHYIOhbdNZ8OYMlSlGwWBOirPYG8rEaL8PgYp0NDYrQEVcc1vvB5jJuBaaj_knxsv0dT60/s320/GundelJeans.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p>"Gundel, I know that you are busy ironing my jeans with your butt, but can we have a short word?"<br />"Again? What is with you? Talking, talking, talking. Are you bored because of self-isolation and think you have to annoy me all the time? I'm starting to think about getting a restriction order."<br />"Oh yeah? How about I get a restriction order, so you won't take up all the space on my pillow in bed all the time?"<br />"You love when I sleep on your pillow. Even then you can't keep your hands off me and stop talking. Admit it."<br />"Yeah, okay. It's true. You are so cute when you sleep and your fur is so soft and ..."<br />"Get a grip, lady! So what is it you wanted to talk with me about?"<br />"Valerian."<br />"Geez, now what have I done?"<br />"This."<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOucgKkyYuCvbbOaxnktNSlDuT7qHbUoxSyZ0rL7rvO3hpF2CQRf0l6VDXOWom5a8TljzjrI02DWHgEB0ixdSBFnG3i_KkQKf2KgmpnESwVU4FfsPfomcgbTvYbFKbAdFAIoo-r_-W0it/s2048/Baldriant%25C3%25BCte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOucgKkyYuCvbbOaxnktNSlDuT7qHbUoxSyZ0rL7rvO3hpF2CQRf0l6VDXOWom5a8TljzjrI02DWHgEB0ixdSBFnG3i_KkQKf2KgmpnESwVU4FfsPfomcgbTvYbFKbAdFAIoo-r_-W0it/s320/Baldriant%25C3%25BCte.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />"That's the bag in which your offering of a brandnew valerian pillow came. What about it?"<br />"I had put it on the side, you were not supposed to open it yourself."<br />"What, now I have to ask you if I take something that's mine, anyway? You should be the one reprimanded for leaving it out."<br /><br />She looked so silly with her mouth open like that when I left her standing there. Honestly, if she doesn't want me to take something, she should put it away.<br />By the way, if you are worried, I didn't eat the plastic. This is just the cleaned up version of the bag. In fact, it was the only plastic bag I ever ripped apart. That pillow sure smelled good. Or so I thought. I guess it had been the other one that I had killed a few weeks ago whose scent was still lingering. I left the new pillow on the spot, it was boring.<br />But hey, at least I didn't pee on it. That should make Mom happy, shouldn't it? ;-)<br />Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-44614309732244904932021-03-20T11:19:00.000+01:002021-03-20T11:19:12.244+01:00The pillow<p>"Lady G., a word?"<br />"I'm busy."<br />"I can tell that! What in Bastet's name are you doing?"<br />"Playing with my pillow. What's the problem?"<br />"What's the ... ugh. Let me get the dustpan."<br /><br />I honestly don't know what Mom's problem is now. She got me two new spelt and valerian pillows with the last food order.<br /> I love valerian, I lick it and drool on it and it makes me happy. She only lets me have it for a little, though, because she's afraid I'll get too high or ingest something that's not good for me.<br /><br />"Gundel, that was the last time I got you valerian pillows."<br />"May I ask why?"<br />"You may. The last time I got you some you peed on one of them while I was on the phone telling my sister how much you like your new pillows."<br />"I did like one of them."<br />"What was wrong with the other one?"<br />"It didn't feel right."<br />"And what have you done with this one? I saw you lick it, turned my back on you for five seconds and then this!"<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFb6cmhvY2OwsMVp6mfRPq2CnoYwDy7R3sNsb3gr2v9rprMdirVqnF0yVoAWfn9_QcSpvK6TZNiw3FqwXCIyFMorxGwH8bZBT31dycJ5LaJGrHnDYwP-Ckr3mWG7zyo0Hs-IWyDtXuA9F/s2048/GundelBaldriankissen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1334" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFb6cmhvY2OwsMVp6mfRPq2CnoYwDy7R3sNsb3gr2v9rprMdirVqnF0yVoAWfn9_QcSpvK6TZNiw3FqwXCIyFMorxGwH8bZBT31dycJ5LaJGrHnDYwP-Ckr3mWG7zyo0Hs-IWyDtXuA9F/w416-h640/GundelBaldriankissen.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br />Seriously, do you know what her problem is?Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-26679548639604140402020-10-13T00:04:00.001+02:002020-10-13T00:04:30.448+02:00Olive and Mabel vs. Gundel<p>If you don't know Olive and Mabel, you may think that they are new additions to the household, but you would be wrong. Olive and Mabel are labradors who live with some Scottish sports commentator, and obviously Mom is a fan.<br />Oh yeah, the self-proclaimed "cat lady" watches dog videos on the internet which we all know has been invented to spread the glory of felines.<br />I know, it's pretty unbelievable. She fooled so many people for so long.<br /><br />The other day I caught her watching this.<br /><br /><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="210" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Xmm_BLyzXbk" width="375"></iframe><br /><br />Not only did she laugh, but she also had the impertinence to look at me afterwards and ask me what I was going to do around the house. She brought up the old joke - Greebo and Ponder had warned me about this when I moved in - of tying a little brush to my tail, so I could deal with the litter I am allegedly spreading all throughout the flat. At least I hope for her that it was a joke.<br />If she expects me to put together furniture for her, she's in for a huge disappointment although I understand where it comes from. You should see how she put together the little chests standing at the end of the bed. It's rather pathetic.<br /><br />The betrayal gets even more real, though. Every, now and then she comes in from the hallway smelling like dog breath. It's in her clothes and on her arms and sometimes on her face. Ugh, it's disgusting.<br /> I know she's cheating on me with the poodles upstairs. White woolly yappy sheep, what's the attraction, I'm asking you?! She could kiss some luxurious silken black fur instead. If I let her, that is. Can't spoil the human too much. Greebo and Ponder had spoiled her rotten with hugs and kisses and hanging out with her, and now I leave her alone for a second or two and the next thing she does is watching dog videos!<br /><br />I know what I have to do. I'm going to hide in one of the dark spots where she can't find me easily and listen to her walking back and forth calling for me and getting more and more desperate. Every time she's convinced I dematerialized or found a Gundel size hole in the door or behind a cabinet.<br />Then if she gets lucky and finds me, I'll get up, turn my back on her and walk away. That should teach her.<br />And <i>then</i>, after all the apologies and promises that she'll never do anything like this again, we'll talk about the hole in my food ...<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8g8rPNApCzbRLEunDFttjwOW-lTbS3V_JMYcURBUsqGfN2yNfcRuYXH3Jdh9AgdHLSpLm6MjdM_s8z8wlZJJ_eI_m_7dG43nkGM5ZM6bbnPe5ctRmuePhO7-DFSL2bCwa4tFRgzarEwn/s598/Napfloch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="598" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8g8rPNApCzbRLEunDFttjwOW-lTbS3V_JMYcURBUsqGfN2yNfcRuYXH3Jdh9AgdHLSpLm6MjdM_s8z8wlZJJ_eI_m_7dG43nkGM5ZM6bbnPe5ctRmuePhO7-DFSL2bCwa4tFRgzarEwn/s320/Napfloch.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8849576127518501754.post-7301834930064884432020-09-26T14:28:00.000+02:002020-09-26T14:28:05.554+02:00Relationship status "It's complicated"<p>Isn't it unbelievable? You try to kill one, two, maybe thirty Steiff wool miniatures over a few months, and not only Mom - just for the record, she's not my real Mom, I bet my real Mom would understand me - moves the cabinet with the woolies, so I can't get to them anymore (that's what she thinks), but she also accuses me of having "relationship problems".<br />Hey, I'm not the one having problems, just because I won't glue myself to her the way the boys did. I'm an independent cat lady, Mom should have understood that by now.<br /><br />Then she comes up with old stories.<br />"Six weeks ago, Gundel."<br />Yeah, like I said, old stories. She gives me that look that <i>she</i> thinks is stern and will impress me. Dream on, old lady. "Tell them about the bat, Gundel."<br />The bat. She'll never forgive me "the bat incident".<br /><br />Mr Black Batty appeared in early August, a very handsome guy. A child of the night, just like myself. Black felt and oh, he smelled so good, like valerian root. He wasn't much of a talker, but he was nice to be around.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfsQvuGkn_AMBRcHsl3kGgqPr-RnP1OlavpLYlAevteOtDVr0PU9DOc-g65VUgZ6oYRwZB1jnI7bs_nt5Q2MkOrxavprQOfon6kyGYfwkcPXMuuDYeBif2UgG83ziPX-s9ZXCvZ9D3NK5/s1107/GundelFledermaus2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1107" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfsQvuGkn_AMBRcHsl3kGgqPr-RnP1OlavpLYlAevteOtDVr0PU9DOc-g65VUgZ6oYRwZB1jnI7bs_nt5Q2MkOrxavprQOfon6kyGYfwkcPXMuuDYeBif2UgG83ziPX-s9ZXCvZ9D3NK5/w400-h314/GundelFledermaus2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br />We hung out in one of my favorite spots under the table and it was inevitable that we finally got closer. Exchanging stories about the moon, sharing secrets, gossiping about Mom, the things you talk about with another child of the night. We became instant BFFs.<br />It was just annoying that Mom kept hunting us with the camera. I swear there's no privacy in this house (although I found a great place now, in one of the armchairs under the big fake fur blanket, there's even a cat bed with a small blanket in there, but that's a different story).<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0lTfQ6uUYdbK87folciscv7T1fGsrg0W_Z3tQgRA9Irz7kbU2yghoBbP29QpSu7TtvkeDCG9gBY8JONut5p0yqHeaKQrgqH9qxjK8AQDUW8du1htfThdg9itZGXfLdNM7GlnOlm0R1Mk/s874/GundelFledermaus3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="585" data-original-width="874" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0lTfQ6uUYdbK87folciscv7T1fGsrg0W_Z3tQgRA9Irz7kbU2yghoBbP29QpSu7TtvkeDCG9gBY8JONut5p0yqHeaKQrgqH9qxjK8AQDUW8du1htfThdg9itZGXfLdNM7GlnOlm0R1Mk/w400-h268/GundelFledermaus3.jpg" width="400" /><br /></a></div><p><br />Well, and then, you know how it is ... things got a little, hm, more passionate. I can't help it that Mom is such a dainty flower. I have teeth and claws and little spines on my tongue, and Batty just couldn't keep up with that being felt and thread.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmHmW1akQLC7zP2a33NXer7y3ePIfqf-0ddN_L_UgYtPZlpWQiAZSvK5mql6kbhggufSEwJzrlZ3AANcRjnRtl9MZkIaSRt0PwshPSvp54MMQIM4iA9SWumKxVc6lad8MAjvwWfyOklsf/s866/GundelFledermaus4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="866" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmHmW1akQLC7zP2a33NXer7y3ePIfqf-0ddN_L_UgYtPZlpWQiAZSvK5mql6kbhggufSEwJzrlZ3AANcRjnRtl9MZkIaSRt0PwshPSvp54MMQIM4iA9SWumKxVc6lad8MAjvwWfyOklsf/w400-h305/GundelFledermaus4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Things may have got a little rough, and eventually the Batster may have, erm, changed a little.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq40fNNsbtSr7l1Ka0u4h-bTLBstRAS81Z0qfgnz2IO3axXRgh3T9LSPgheqxyF9RwuZDHH2LL5LOEtIGu1wmQ8Rymos677rOmjafDOp1ETP_i2OhR8eQsNFnrmGf5YROJXq3ewBNkzn9w/s1260/GundelFledermaus5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="1260" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq40fNNsbtSr7l1Ka0u4h-bTLBstRAS81Z0qfgnz2IO3axXRgh3T9LSPgheqxyF9RwuZDHH2LL5LOEtIGu1wmQ8Rymos677rOmjafDOp1ETP_i2OhR8eQsNFnrmGf5YROJXq3ewBNkzn9w/w640-h224/GundelFledermaus5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>"Changed a little?? Gundel, you killed him. You said you were BFFs, but that's by far the shortest 'forever' that I've ever heard of. It was not a pretty sight. He hadn't even been filled with the valerian root! They were just in a bag together. What would you have done with him had he been filled up?"<br />"Gee, lady, what's all the fuss! Bats come, bats go. It's nature."<br /><br />That's the moment when she shows me this.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNCXRJK6IlOddszWNv2aM6bQKZTEEOJN_XSTIdtpObDCEJQCoN9soADeUlEb5VDcL90t1HQ7GtltKKc1mjaRcx4pToB0v67mkzYHhKUpxGk8B8_ex34FkOHcuy2D_amTd_HQ_f7A1PhpK/s740/GundelFledermaus1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="740" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNCXRJK6IlOddszWNv2aM6bQKZTEEOJN_XSTIdtpObDCEJQCoN9soADeUlEb5VDcL90t1HQ7GtltKKc1mjaRcx4pToB0v67mkzYHhKUpxGk8B8_ex34FkOHcuy2D_amTd_HQ_f7A1PhpK/s320/GundelFledermaus1.jpg" /></a></div><br />What can I say? Those were two really fun days, and it was worth it. For me at least.<br /><br />You want to know what happened next? Mom got me a new ... whatever. Not a friend because yeah, who cares if I'm lonely.<br />She got me a cigar instead. A bloody CIGAR.<br />Sorry for cursing, but honestly, what is going on inside that head of hers? I'm not sure all that self-isolation is that good for her ....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3R7173gdH-NU-C2O1HtVVyh8GI60JJZDOiHtY0CQxnkMnKfXiJDSprawUyPRI6LOgCdVHnqJtXZgwSWXM50sEeDRCjqJb1afGl4kP4edbKupRN6YiyEGwP-PPeNn6m1QyD0mn_w4H_7K/s749/GundelZigarre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="749" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3R7173gdH-NU-C2O1HtVVyh8GI60JJZDOiHtY0CQxnkMnKfXiJDSprawUyPRI6LOgCdVHnqJtXZgwSWXM50sEeDRCjqJb1afGl4kP4edbKupRN6YiyEGwP-PPeNn6m1QyD0mn_w4H_7K/w400-h295/GundelZigarre.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Gundelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06960174829782604103noreply@blogger.com4