Rollercoaster

Life has been a rollercoaster around here lately. The worst of all was the scare that my beautiful lady gave us, though.
Mom was convinced that this was it, but just when she decided she couldn't let Meffi suffer any longer, the Queen showed her clearly who makes the decisions in this house, and it's definitely not the human. She got up and had a bite to eat.
Now she gets a pill a day, is generally being adorable except when I annoy her, and glares at Mom when she tries to put her eye meds in. Oh, did I forget to mention that? Two different eye meds five times a day because she managed to get a little wound in her eye. It's a lot better now, thank Bast, and they are down to three times a day.

Meffi in her favorite hideout these days, the tub. It has been reported that it's quite a sight when Mom is sitting in the tub, trying to get a good grip at Meffi doing her weasel impression. Sorry for the bad pic, the lighting was suboptimal that evening.

Mom keeps asking me why cats are so difficult if their humans just want to help them.
The answer is easy. We are cats!!

The Royal Court

Rumors go that cat nobility is living in this house. Of course they are right.
Not so right is that Mom thought it would be funny to put a crown on Esme's head while my little sister is sleeping in her bed and can't defend herself.
I would have had to take measurements if she had tried the same with me. I don't need a crown, my behavior speaks for me.

At least it's just a photo editor crown and not like what she did to Esme when she was still an innocent babe, almost exactly eight years ago (these are scrunchies she put over her ears, no respect, that woman!).

P.S. I was so shocked that I actually forgot to log in to my own account this time!!

The Mighty Hunter

First of all let me warn you. This post contains graphic images, so if you tend to queasiness, hysterical outbursts or uncontrollable sob attacks, you should tread carefully now.
I usually recommend the old "looking through your fingers with your head slightly turned away from the screen" approach.

Meet Stevie. Quite a handsome dude with his big eyes. Don't let that fool you. He may look like the kind and sweet guy next door, but Stevie has a talent that I can only admire. A manly talent. An archaic talent. It makes me want to beat my chest and howl to the moon together with him. Too bad I am neither a gorilla nor a wolf (although Mom says that in my younger days I used to howl to the moon a few times ... I can't remember that, must have been my werecat phase).

Stevie is a hunter. I can see you looking each other, thinking that isn't unusual for a feline. Stevie isn't an ordinary hunter, though. The game he keeps taking on day after day after day is much more dangerous than a little mouse or even a rat.
He's facing certain death every day, but never stops in his efforts to keep his people and his cat pals safe.
Let the pictures speak for themselves.

"I've got its tail!!!"

"You can come closer now, it's dead alright."

"Gotcha!!"

The fiendish enemy - beaten.

"They get bigger every day, but I won't let that stop me!"

Last breath

Another one bites the dust

"You only got what you deserved, but you did put up a good fight."

Ready for the taxidermist

We are doomed

Step by step Buster is taking over the place. It was a while ago already that he put up his little bunny flag (a carrot on a green background) in the kitchen, in the bathroom, even in the toilet. Tiles are no longer the way to keep out the might bunny explorer.
There are only two more white spots on his map, one is the room behind the kitchen which is home to two of our litter boxes, the other one are the stairs in the office.

Yesterday however Buster put his little (virtual) helmet on and went to conquer the stairs. As you can see, I was not quite sure about what was going on here.

Mom cut me out of the next picture in which I did a big jump over him, all she caught was an annoyed looking tail. The stairs have been mine from the very beginning and I shared them most generously with my pals. Buster didn't even ask, though! Of course the reason could be that his meow is really bad, practically non-existent.

He came as far as three steps up which didn't amuse Esme who had retreated there to have a bunny-free catnap. Unfortunately our home photographer was too slow once again, so you'll just have to believe me.

Shop improvement

You know that I always participate in the monthly blog carnival of the Jewelry Artisans Community. I feel that as a master thief of valuables of all kinds I am more than predestined to do so.
Shop improvement is not really my subject, though. I'm not a shopkeeper. Come on, I'm a cat! I have people who do that for me, and those people (aka Mom) also should improve the shops that I own to make huge loads of money for me and my pals ... better cat food, better cat TV, better cat everything!
Excuse me while I try to calm down a little.

So instead of boring you with cat-unrelated stuff, I'll show you a totally random picture of a worn out Esme. Enjoy!

P.S. Oh, I forgot. Should you be interested in shops, have a look at these blogs. Fair warning ... no cats!

Jewelry Art by Dawn 
Bead Sophisticate 
Cat's Wire

P.P.S. Mom said I'm not taking this seriously. Do you think she is being serious?

Surfin' USA

It's hot. In that heat I bet I am not the only one who is dreaming of the beach, the water ... let's go surfing! It's the office and not the USA, but hey, I take what I can get.

Something is wrong here. I'm not moving. Ok, I'll go swimming in the sink then.

P.S. Mom just told me that my surfboard is actually Buster's nibble cardboard. I say board is board. It would explain the weird shape, though.

Greebo The Fabulous Melting Cat

Have a look at this amazing show! Within seconds Greebo is melting from a cat to a flat cake!!
Well done, bro! Applause, applause!

Of course after this fabulous entertainer came back down the stairs - it has been the first time by the way that he showed his act all the way up there - I still had to pounce him and make him wince. Mom was not amused. She's a spoilsport. Greebo and I love those games. Maybe I love them a bit more than he does.