The Dell box

Mom didn't think this box was interesting at all, flat and boring as it is, but what do humans know?
Often when she is sitting at the computer now, she hears a noise and with all the packed boxes around that Greebo so likes to use as scratching posts, her instinct kicks in and she yells "Stop it!!" Then she turns around and apologizes to whatever cat just took its seat in the "boring" box.

Usually it's Esme. She loves that thing, can you tell?
She can hold hands with her wooden buddy and tell him about her day, maybe her wishes and dreams and how much the food has been sucking again in this house lately (don't let her sweet little belly distract you from the fact that she's very much malnourished, starving, neglected and has to work so much around here).
I can imagine her saying "You are so lucky, my friend. You don't need food. You don't need snuggles and love at 3 in the morning. It's not easy for a kitty like me."

And sometimes, if I have been really good to her, she lets me sit in there, too. (Yeah, so I AM an attention whore and have problems to blog without including a picture of my gorgeousness! Deal with it!)

Ninja without outfit

He might not wear all black, but I'd still watch out if I were Mom.

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!

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful

All I wanted to do was have a little nap in the sun.
I wasn't prepared for "yeah, give it to me, baby" or "put up the chin just a tad" and so on. In the end I had to leave because that special paparazza wouldn't stop. It's her fault you are being spammed with pictures now. Which are gorgeous of course.

2012

Weird things have been happening in Pondertown, I already told you about some of them. Big changes are lying ahead of us.

I should have known, there have been strange signs. I'm not an augur, I don't read the innards of small critters - mostly because Mom won't let me visit the gerbils (even if I was allowed to supervise the cage cleaning today) eye to innards - but seriously, in all of my seven years on Earth this is something I haven't seen before.
Not that it lasted for long, but long enough for Mom to grab her camera and save the memory for future generations.

Meffi and Greebo underneath the desk, side by side, furs touching. I think I'll better surf the internet for some good spaceship offers now!!

The tiger(s) and the panther

Right at this moment a tiger girl is sleeping under Dad's desk. It's amazing, suddenly Meffi is hanging out up here all the time. Of course that means Esme lost one of her favorite sleeping spots, but she prefers the bed much more these days anyway.
It also means I get growled at a lot more often, but that's a side effect I gladly accept if it means my goddess is near me. I keep staring at her because I still can't believe it.

Last night she refreshed her acquaintance with her big friend, Mr. Big Tiger.

I'll tell you something. Panthers shouldn't interfere when tigers have a chat. Can you tell by Meffi's look?

"Maybe the laser eyes do the trick. Don't mess with me, Esme, or you'll regret it."

My sister doesn't give up that easily. It's a family trait. We call it perseverance, Mom calls it annoying.
No one tries to mess with Meffi for long, though. Usually she is the one with a tail fluffed up to look bigger than her whole tiny body, roaring like a fiend from the underworld, chasing us.
Esme gave in. Naturally.

(Mom says that Meffi wasn't growling, but biting Mr. Big Tiger's whiskers She also told me that she is tired of us molesting the poor guy and that she can't understand why we are all so obsessed with those whiskers. Well, she's only human, poor creature. How could she understand?)