Don't touch!

"Ponder, stop that!" "Greebo, will you please stop?" "Don't you dare destroying my boxes!" "Nooo, it's enough now." "I'm going to sell you, I swear." "What's wrong with you today??" "If you scratch the books in that box, you are going out the window in a second, Mister."
And so on and on and on ....

Why is the crazy lady always yelling at Greebo and me?
"Excuse me, but I'm not yelling at the girls because they don't go after the boxes, they are happy to lie on top." "Yeah, sure, 'cos they are boring. There is stuff in there, interesting stuff. I just know it, it's waiting for me to discover it." "Don't be silly. You know all of that stuff, you have been hanging out in my shelves and cabinets often and long enough." "Not in the nature section, I haven't." "Nature is not even packed up yet. You didn't give the Peanuts books so much as a glance when they were still piled on your cat tower, now you constantly try to get in there and I do not like scratched covers, do you hear me? Do you??" "Nag, nag, nag ... all you can do lately is nag. Yesterday you were all over Meffi and me for some harmless ..." "See, I'm not just yelling at Greebo and you. And some harmless hissing and screeching, not even talking about your banshee act in the empty room??" "Great acoustics, I swear." "We don't do midnight concerts here, Mister Opera Singer. Not if there are people trying to sleep one floor down. Not if I am trying to sleep next door." "WE don't. I do." "No, you don't. And stay away from my glasses. You are crazy. What's the fun in biting my glasses. I'll be lost if these break as well. Wait, is that what you want? Get the human out of the picture? You do know about that opposable thumb thing, don't you?" "You are getting paranoid, lady. Here, let me give you a nose kiss." "Oh man, you always know how to do it, eh? Come here, crazy boy, mmm, you are so nice and soft. Of course you are not plotting against me."

Hehe.
And please don't try to tell me humans are not weird.

ALL boxes are MY boxes

It's funny. Usually if there's a box with content around, Greebo is the first one to have a closer look. He is feeling a little under the weather at the moment however, so maybe that's the reason why I got first dibs on this one. It's filled up with books, you remember I told you there's packing going on. This box has a sticker saying "Tierparkbücher", zoo books. You know I love books and often sleep behind them in closets that I open although it gets me stern looks (yeah, as if Greebo and Esme don't do it, too). This is a lousy video. Mom knows that when she gets up I usually stop doing whatever I'm doing right now, especially if she holds a camera. I love that disappointed "oh maaaaan" sound, hehe. So once again she took this from the next room, zooming in. Forgive her, she's old and her hands are not that steady anymore. Don't listen to her saying the light was bad, too. She's good at cheap excuses. You'll get the idea, though.

We are alive ...

... and as adorable as ever.
There are weird things going on in the house however, packing, decluttering. Boxes are involved, closets are open, interesting things are lying around. You will understand that I have to supervise all of this, so time to blog has been scarce in a while.
Here you see me in one of the boxes. Mom keeps telling me that a. it is too small for me (is she saying I put on weight??), b. I'm not two bottles of wine (what is she trying to tell me with that one?), c. I'm a silly boy (excuse me, I hope I didn't hear that right!).
I think the dark green suits me.

The others are fine, too. Today we had chicken for dinner. Mom is doing everything to make Meffi eat (she's the tiny one here) and usually that means we all get lucky. Another reason for me to love that little tigress.
I had had a meal before, but it didn't really fill me up.
Mom is thinking that she's a murderer now because she pointed the daddy long legs out to me. It's not as if she hadn't seen me eat spiders before. I think she really felt sorry for him, I say, hey, it's nature and be glad I don't try to eat Buster or Keaton.

Now I'll retreat to the window sill for a while before I go to sleep. The window is open and a little whiff of fresh air is coming in which is a good thing. Maybe I see some bats or a witch on a broomstick.
See you around!