Friday, August 31, 2012

The Queen is holding court

Do you think my lovely lady found a new admirer? What's going on here?? It almost looks as if this tiger dude is trying to hold paws with my love??
Somehow I have the feeling I am required to creep up to her and beg for mercy or something. I'm surprised Mom didn't edit a crown or at least a tiara into this picture, Meffi sure looks like she should be wearing one.
Oops, Mom is getting that sparkle in her eyes. I hope she remembers that Meffi doesn't take kindly to people trying to put anything on her ...

Sunday, August 26, 2012

What's in a name?

Or to be a bit more precise - what's in a nickname?
Last night Mom and I enjoyed a brushing session. I was half on her shoulder, half on her arm, and she brushed away. It felt really, really good. Unfortunately Mom had to disturb the bliss of getting pampered by talking to me. There are times when you just have to shut up, thank you very much.
I know, I know. I'm very talkative myself. Ok, very, very. It's why Mom thinks I have Siamese genes. That and the fact that both my sister and I sometimes look a little cross-eyed, Esme more often than I, when she's concentrating on something in particular.

How am I supposed to let everything go and just bask in the sensation of the brush in my fur, the repetitive stroking if I have to hear something like this??

"You are my cuddly bear, Stibber." Stibber? Really? My name is Ponder Stibbons and I have been named after a very reputable wizard. It's ok to call me Mr Ponder, Mr Stibbons or "Oh Almighty Cat Who Rules My Life And Whose Humble Slave I'll be Forever". But Stibber? If you think that is bad, just wait.

PonPon, Ponsel (argh), Ponder Ponsonby, Mr Ponsonby (Mom says she has no idea where that name comes from), Ponce, Ponderus ... and more rarely, but it can happen, Stibb or Stibbs. These are only the ones derived from my real name. Nerve bag (which is supposed to mean I'm unnerving), dung beetle, dung toad and other choice names depending on the situation are common as well, but also nauseating names that I can't even translate like "Schnuppelchen", made up weird names (yesterday she said I'm an old "kruggel", what the heck is that supposed to be??) or all kind of "bear" names (as mentioned up there). Gee, lady, I'm a grown panther, not a baby kitten.

Of course I'm not the only one who has to suffer.
Let's hear the names for Greebo who is named after a tough and independent witch cat (ignore his baby looks, he has pulled one or the other stunt in the olden days and is still good for surprises today). Greeb or The Greeb, Greebie, Gribber (can you see the pattern? Stibber, Gribber - so pathetic), Greebinski, Gribbs, GreebGreeb, the Greebmeister, Gribski and he also gets called "baby" a LOT.

What about Esme? Or should I say Essy (a name Mom's sister hates deeply because it reminds her of Essig, the German word for vinegar), Es (which is also the German word for "it"), EsEs, Esmita, Esmita Mita (huh??), Lady Es/Essy/Esme, Esselchen (something like little Essy) and of course Mädelchen = little girl and things like that.

Last but not least here are Meffi's names. You know Meffi is a nickname already, her real name is Mephista, but there's more. MeffMeff, Meffel, Muffel, Muffer, MeeeeffMeeeeff, the Queen, the Lady, and all the others.

It's a shame and this is open protest. I don't have much hope, though. I guess we are just too adorable for Mom's little brain and she keeps blowing a circuit when she sees it which then results in irrational actions and speech.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Black Cats Appreciation Day

Go ahead. Appreciate us all you can, but we need a nap. It's hard work being adorable all the time.
(Which is why he has been spending almost all day like this today!! "Mom")

Esme prefers to not even be seen.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Rag rugs

The other day Mom got out the rag rugs for us. The old carpet had had to go and because she's concerned about our delicate little furry selfs, she thought we needed some more bedding. I wonder when she'll find a Flokati somewhere.

That's pretty funny because we like our "Sea of Boxes", but hey, if it makes her feel better.
It's not as if we don't use them at all. I don't have a picture of Greebo at hand, but here's my queen smartly camouflaged in stripes on stripes (believe me, Mom actually didn't see her the other day and did a great jump off her chair when Meffi suddenly moved).

And here am I, working hard as always. I wish I had a rag rug all in black.

As harmless as rag rugs may seem however is it a little known fact that they often serve as hideouts for dangerous and terrifying creatures.
See for yourself. One moment just a colorful home accessory ....

..... the next moment you face the ice cold killer vampire witch cat!!!

Monday, August 13, 2012

Here comes the bride ...

... and she's just a little shy. Not that I see any need for that, doesn't she look gorgeous?


I do think however that the people who were responsible for the veil should have attached it more carefully.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

I want to believe

Sasquatch, Nessie, Bigfoot, Yeti, The Beast of Bodmin Moor, Jersey Devil, Chupacabra, aliens... you name the cryptid, monster or extraterrestial and Mom believes in it.
Of course I know that humans are not as smart as us felines, but whenever I try to explain to her that she shouldn't be so gullible for everything, she just laughs and tells me "I want to believe". Well, did she bring Nessie home from Scotland when she was there on vacation? After she kept telling me that she would be the one to see her if she could only go to Loch Ness?

The other day she topped herself, however. She showed me the following pictures as proof for a cryptid living in our very own house ...

I guess that proves it.
The mysterious monster in our house is my very own sister Esme walking across what we call "The Sea of Boxes" here!