Winter vacation

I started off my new year in a different country. How exciting is THAT? My Mom was gone for six weeks this summer and told my Dad she missed me SO much that he had to find a vacation that would allow them to bring MOI!

My Mom and I are both December babies, which really sucks. Some people are so inconsiderate they don’t remember your birthday or they write in a Christmas card. Others use Christmas wrapping paper for your present. Or just say that the gift card they gave you was for both. Imagine if we did that to you summer babies??

Anyways, my Dad found this great chalet in Vermont. So they loaded up the car with their ski stuff and snowshoes and two of my kitty condos. Then they added my litter box.

I wasn’t impressed when the cage appeared and they opened the door. Did they really think I would just walk in and fall asleep? Of course not! But eventually Mom figured out a way to get me into the cage.  And we were off.

We drove in a completely different direction. The sun was behind us. So I knew we weren’t going to the cat doctor or the Pussycat Hotel. I knew we weren’t going to visit my Grandpa either.

We drove for a long time. As I sat up in my cage, I could see that the people language on the signs were changing. The letters “E”, “A” and “I” were sometimes wearing hats on their heads. At times, they were leaning hats, and other times they looked more like roofs.

Then we stopped, and Dad put down the window. A strange-sounding man asked him questions. The man thought I was a dog. But Dad told him that I was a cat on vacation.

Now the road signs had lost their little hats. But the speed limit had dropped a lot. Dad appeared to be driving at the same speed. But police didn’t pull him over. We stopped once more before our final destination.

Mom thought I might like some fresh air. It was a great little spot, with trees and picnic tables and no other cat smells. With the cage wedged into the car amongst all of our vacation essentials, my Mom was unable to get me back into the cage. Result! I was able to sit on her lap for the remaining 45 minute drive.

The house they rented (because of me!) was great. It was nestled in the woods on a hill with a long driveway to the road. A grand gas fireplace warmed up the living area and a metal spiral staircase led to a landing and the upstairs bedrooms.

Outside we could sit on the balcony and watch the sunset. But the best part was running the woods. I had no problem avoid the thorny bushes, but my parents were getting caught up in them.

We stayed for a week. One, beautiful week. And now I understand why my parents love vaCATions. I only hope that I can join them again.

Here are some photos from my journey.

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2014 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.  And then I realized I must put more effort into my blog. So expect more posts in 2015!

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 230 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Best Cat Ever

That’s what my Mom’s text to my Dad said. Best. Cat. Ever. I’m still giddy after reading her words. She was talking about me!

I suppose that means she’s forgiven me for my antics this morning in the bathroom. I started playing with my water fountain because it was raining outside. She promised me that rainy days were stick days. And despite my best efforts, she wasn’t interested in playing with me. So I started pushing around my water fountain, splashing water on the floor. I knew it was clean because Katarina had dropped by last Friday. But I just couldn’t help myself. Continue reading

Ich bin Jägermeister


After 40 days, my Mom has finally returned from her German adventures. For the first two weeks a lady friend looked after me. She took me for walks and fed me. But she went out in the evenings and I got lonely. At least while she slept, I was able to jump up on her bed and cuddle.

After the lady left, Dad and I began living like single guys, eating and sleeping when we wanted. For the first two weeks, Mom would magically appear in the computer at lunch time. I could hear her calling me but I couldn’t find her. Eventually I gave up and just let Dad hold me up to the computer. Continue reading

Something’s up

My Mom has been busy taking photos of other people’s pets. I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous. She’s told me that I’m still her favourite feline, so I should be happy.

But I’m not. Strange things have been happening. A small suitcase was brought up from the basement to their bedroom. She began rolling clothes up and placing them inside. Then she invited a friend over and tried on all the clothes she’d rolled up. Then new ones were rolled up and some of the earlier ones were put back into their drawers.

The last time I saw that suitcase, I went on a long car ride out to the Pussycat Hotel. One of the other guests had no manners and tried to eat my food when I was outside of my room. Imagine! The nerve! So of course I had to put him in his place. Little did I know he was part of a posse. His brother and mother were also staying there and he went back to them crying, saying that I was bullying him. One look at the size difference should have told them he’d been eating my food!

Today I even caught Dad with the vacuum cleaner. Usually it’s only Katarina that uses that tool. Unless I break a glass or knickknack. But I’ve been on my best behaviour lately. Then I saw Mom bent over scrubbing the bathroom. Something is definitely up!

I wonder whazzup?

Changes in my garden

Summer is finally arrived and my fur is starting to thin. Dad has been brushing me on my sheepskin in front of the fireplace every night before they go to bed. Mom says she won’t brush me anymore after “the incident”.

Mom has been going on “weeding binges” where she pulls up all the plants that she doesn’t like. I’m all for that because it makes more room for me to hide under the bigger plants. Some of them are sharp and prickly and don’t even work as a brush.

But after I watched Mom weed for four hours one day, Dad brought out a big roll of black fabric. He started to cut bits of it and lay them around all the plants. Then he went out with the car and came back with huge bags of tree bark. I don’t know why he didn’t ask me to scratch some of the trees. It would have been cheaper.

Mom was trying to tell me it will help her reduce the number of weeding binges and keep the plants from getting thirsty. But I’m not sure that I like it. I tried to dig a hole to … you know … and my claws kept getting caught in the fabric. I spent three days staring at the ottoman in the living room so Mom would cut my claws but she kept saying we couldn’t play with the stick because it wasn’t raining outside.

Rules! Rules! Why must there always be rules. Routine is good, but rules are not.

Water, water …. everywhere

IMy Kingdomt started to rain today so it’s a good time to update you on what I’ve been up to.  I have to admit I’m a bit worried about the rainfall warning. I overheard Mom telling Mrs. Bird that she should “batten down the hatches” and only take pets that haven’t been neutered when the ark arrives. I guess that means I need to learn how to swim.

I’ve been spending a lot more time outside these days. Mom has decided that tying me up is better than dragging me around the neighbourhood. So, unless I make the tie-out rope taught through the hops towards the driveway, she just lets me hangout.

I have some favourite spots, including the new greenhouse. The warm river rock is soothing on my paws. And if I stay there long enough I think I can hear the plants growing.

On the Wellington_0007weekends, my parents have made more water appear. One morning I was sitting on a nice warm rock, waiting for the sun to reappear.

When all of a sudden I heard a rumbling underneath me. As I looked down, wondering whether there was a chipmunk with an empty stomach, a gurgling started just above my head.

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Later, I returned to quench my thirst. I have to admit that I’ve tasted better, colder water. But it was definitely better than when the neighbour drained his pool and water flooded down the street.

A few days later, this reappeared in the downstair’s bathroom:

Wellington_0014Woo-hoo! I’ve got my very own water fountain again!