Saturday, June 25, 2011


Dear Ms M.,

hereby I want to apply for the job of chiweenie wrangler. I understood you haven't set the business up yet, but let me assure you that I'll be free whenever you'll need me.
At the moment I am working as a counselor for two humans which involves every task from annoying them to consoling them in time of need. They are both in poor condition, so I could collect lots of experience in tending to other creatures, including the rodent variety also living in this household.
If you decide to hire me, my sister Esme will continue my work.

I was born near Goeppingen in 2005. Unfortunately all the documents from that time were lost, so I have to rely on credentials only (which I'm happy to send to you if you consider hiring me).
I started working in my current job in August 2005. Despite my very young age at that time I immediately took over all necessary responsibilities and soon I got promoted to the position of chief annoyer, the highest possible one in this job, with a staff of three felines.
Over the years I had the chance to work with
- humans
- gerbils
- bunnies
- guinea pigs
- coruros
- birds
- free range wildlife (spiders, flies, bugs etc.)

I have no doubt that I can put my experience to good use in work with chiweenies as well and am looking forward to the chance of a personal conversation.

Ponder Stibbons

Attached are the requested action pictures.

Administrative work - one of my responsibilities

Roll call - there are times when authority is asked of an employee

Controlling part of my current herd - the stuffed variety

Keeping control from above for a more efficient watch

Even when sleeping I keep an eye open. Duty comes first

Thursday, June 16, 2011

A chance?

I still don't understand why humans keep thinking things have to go their way. Get up when they want to, go to sleep when they want to, eat when they want to or whatever all those other things are.
Wrong, wrong, wrong! You get up when WE are hungry, you eat when WE don't need you, and you definitely don't go to sleep if WE don't allow it.
Usually I'm the one keeping them awake. In all modesty I have to say that I am very good at my job, too. I trained hard for it.
Last night however the love of my life took over. Who would dare to mess with her?

She likes to sleep on Mom's pillow at night and usually needs a little cuddle time before settling down. Last night there was no settling down. She knocked down DVDs, jumped the glasscases, up and down ... incredible how loud such a dainty creature can be. At first Mom thought it was because the moon eclipse, the blood moon (that had been hiding behind the clouds), but when it didn't stop she went to get some kibbles and indeed Meffi munched them down happily and went to sleep.
It took her about 25 minutes to succeed, but she pulled it through. I am so proud of her. Do you think that means she's finally understanding my way of life a little better? Is there a chance for us after all? Anyway I fell in love with her all over again!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

20000 leagues under the desk?

Or rather on the desk? Esme was in for a surprise today when she decided she'd jump on the desk for a little nap. The desk was already occupied by something strange and - as you can see from the wire - obviously unfinished. It's ones of Mom's WIPs.

There is nothing a sister of mine is getting disturbed by for a long time, so she settled for her nap after all.

Hey, wait!! I was distracted, but now I noticed she's in my spot once again!!!

Sunday, June 12, 2011


So this is what a malnourished cat looks like who is being forced to sit on a hard chair AND is then even being told to get off it because, I quote "we don't need your hair in our printer, you know you've got so much, you shed like heck".

I'm off to call the local SPCA in order to help Greebo get his rights.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I am always on their mind

The other day Dad came in and said "Guess why I got this." Mom just smiled.
My guess is they need it to know I'm always there watching even if my real self is sleeping at the moment. Now "I" am hanging beneath the painting that reminds them of Dude so much. Not bad company at all.

Sunday, June 5, 2011


No respect, I tell you, they have no respect at all for me here in this house.
Now Dr. Greebo is holding his psychiatric sessions with Mom on MY desk. Frankly I doubt he'll be able to help her. She has issues, I mean, she's a human! She will always feel inferior looking at feline intelligence, elegance and overall perfection.
Here are pictures of the session, not showing the rather unattractive patient (with a knitting needle and a paint brush in her hair, poor deluded creature, she's not an epitome of fashion).

"Go ahead, I'm listening. Tell me about last night's dream."

"Say what? Lady, you have the weirdest dreams."

"Actually you are getting a little boring now. I think I'll have to take a nap."

After that he needed a timeout in the sun, guarded by his old pal, the huge tiger.

Of course I still had to punish him for treading on my territory. Cos that's the way we kitty men roll. Can you see Esme checking out what's going on, but not participating. She is SUCH a girl.