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You probably noticed. Things have gone very slowly here. We - the masters of the house - have been neglected pretty much. "No, don't dance around on my ribs, that hurts." "I'm sorry, but I'm too tired to snuggle/play/cuddle/*insert other things here* with you." This isn't dirty talk, this was a tired Mom. Her feet were hurting, her brain was empty, her energy level was at -156, but hey ... that's not really our problem, is it? We are not toys you can leave in the corner. So we did dance around on her, snuggled up to her and raised hell in the wee hours of the morning when we were hungry, just to make her see we could.
Can you believe I even had restricted access to the computer because she wouldn't even turn it on?
I can only hope these times are over again now. If you think I am writing this myself, you are wrong. I'm stretched out on the desk, my head on my secretary's hand, mentally dictating this post to her (and I sure wish she wouldn't make so many typos, that would speed things up!).

Soooo - what else happened here?
Let's start with Esme. She has started to pursue a new career as a book guardian. It happened accidentally. She had wrapped herself around one of those wooden posts when Mom and Dad came in with a visitor. Esme doesn't like visitors much, at least not without a warning. She likes to watch them for a while first. So she tried to blend in with the bookends. Not very convincing if you ask me, but they indeed didn't notice her for quite a while. When they finally did, Esme "unwrapped" herself and went back into sculpture mode. I have to give her that, even if she doesn't look like a bookend, she's doing a pretty good guarding job.

The only productive thing Mom has done lately is this cuff in memory of a wonderful cat - ME! She loves this picture and when she was lured into the bead looming cave where people have a hard time to find out again, her friend Erin, the Queen of the Bead Loom, made a pattern from it.
Now I caught her staring at Merlin's and Gandalf's picture a lot and I can hear her brain creaking. Can't be long before we see steam coming out of her head.
Here is the original and the imitation. She wanted to take a picture of me looking at it, but I tried to steal it. What was she thinking? Does she still not know me?

I think I'm tired now and need a nap. Wicked plans take time and lots of brain and I don't want to overheat! ;-)

Funny lady

Of course I am not talking about the musical with Barbra Streisand, I have never seen it. Why should I? I like to do my own singing.
I'm talking about the deluded human living in this house.
Wanna know what she just tried?? When I practiced my "walk back and forth in front of the computer, hit the desk lamp with your head and box Mom's chin with everything possible, from head to my incredibly muscular tail", she actually pushed me over to my space and said "Stay!!" At my stunned look she went on "Sit, Pon! Good boy!"
What does she think I am, a dog???

I guess it's not necessary to say that I didn't do such a thing. I am a little worried for her mental health now, though.

Who - me??

Today I'll give advice to all of you humans out there.

It's not smart to let a cat train you.

Unneccesary advice, you think? All humans know that already? No self-respecting human would walk into the trap? I'm afraid we got a pretty inferior specimen in our house then - and a very determined little cat.

Doesn't she look like a little angel? Today she proved she can still be very much a little devil. Mom hates nothing more than cats jumping around on the DVD player. It gets her up in a nanosecond. None of us has brought the technique more to perfection than Meffi has.
Being such a small cat she can jump the player directly, with a very nasty sounding thump. We others have to jump the sideboard and jump on the player from there, it's not half as much fun and even if it works as well, it's a poor performance compared to what the lady does.
I can't be sure, but the fact that the player likes to block when opening the DVD drawer might be credited to her, too.
This fine morning she was feeling hungry and neglected. There were only kibbles and the lady didn't feel like kibbles. She likes her food juicy in the morning.
Up she went. "Meff!" I guess 4 hours of sleep weren't enough for Mom. Up again. "Meheeeeff, pleeease?" She could have gotten up right then. She was awake enough to speak two words, a clear sign she wouldn't just fall asleep again. I counted, it took Meffi exactly five attempts before she could munch away.
It's no wonder I adore her.