Spoilt

Well here we are, today it seems is some festival the slaves celebrate.  I think it's a celebration of consumerism but hey, what do I know.  All I know is today myself and the other cats living here got seriously overloaded on catnip and valerian.  It seems the female slave is a member of a cult worshipping us cats and some of the members sent us what we thought were presents.  What they actually sent us through the post were drugs, lots of lovely drugs.  I know, I know, I sound like Pandora at the moment but seriously, this was the good stuff.

We received loads of kickers filled with sweet smelling fun.  I have to admit all of us got stuck in to some serious excess.

It goes without saying that Pandora relapsed and carried on his habit.

Even Princess Eowyn let down her hair and enjoyed some new toys.

What can we all say but thank you to the members of the 'cult', long may you carry on worshipping us.

Still here, honest

Yes, we are all still alive.  I am sorry for the lack of contact over these few months my disciples but to put it bluntly, I lost my mojo.  How can I, your Goddess, lose my mojo? Pretty easily with the stress which took over this household.  Reason number 1... Pandora

Reason number two, Schrodinger.

Let's just say these two did not get on well, so much so the slaves moved Pandora to his own room.  That's fine but did he really need his own tree, comfy bed, chair, desk and a massive climbing frame?  I mean, seriously, I thought prison was meant to be a punishment.

Here we see Pandora relaxing surrounded by boxes to climb in/over and the massive climbing frame (I think the slaves call them bookcases) in the background.

In the confusion Eowyn the silly girl thought everyone had to go for a cage structure to show their support for Pandora.  Nice try girl, but really, a laundry basket?

All I will say before I go again is yes, I will be writing more again but please remember to clear up your Halloween props after you at this time of year, though I admit, this flesh was rather pleasant.

Love the water

Currently I hear the human slaves complain about the amount of water falling from the skies.  How dare they complain about falling water, don't they realise how awesome it is?

Schrodinger and myself spent a happy time at the water device.  Do the slaves realise how much fun can be had flinging water around a room?

It also tastes lovely as well, so fresh.

Pandora also joined in at the water device.

Slaves of the world please remember, water is your friend, love it, embrace it, throw it around the room.

Keep fit

The other night the slaves decided to help us do a work out to keep fit and keep our weight down, or so they said.  Personally I am insulted, one moment they think I am under weight, next thing they are claiming I am a bit 'chubby'.  Talk to Eowyn I say, not me.  She is always using the excuse 'It's my fur you can see'.


Here we have Eowyn reaching for the magic feathers, just remember readers, it's the fur.

After Eowyn had taken a rest and the after shocks had ceased I got up and showed everyone how to I like to shake it.  First, a twist to the left.

Then reach for the sky

Unfortunately the reaction of Eowyn was not very ladylike, in actual fact it was downright rude.  So rude the female slave had to tell her off for laughing so much at my moves.

This of course gave me much joy to see her being told off

Sleep anywhere

I will happily sleep anywhere given the chance.  Okay, so I prefer it if I am provided a proper bed to sleep on/in/under but if you silly slaves can not provide me with one then I shall happily improvise.

Your clean washing is very comfy and always smells lovely, so thank you for providing such excellent spare bedding.


I even helped the female slave choose a new bed the other day, obviously I went for the one that looked the most comfortable, and of course big enough for me to stretch out on.

Eowyn is still a fan of the epic purple blanket for chilling out on, she is not very adventurous in her sleeping zones.

Must be the weather

Well it has been an interesting few weeks, I don't know what has caused it but Schrodinger has been a total bully to everyone.  In light of this I decided to try and hide out of the way.

Pandora took a bit of beating from Schrodinger in all the fuss and was happily showing off his war wounds to show his bravery, personally I went on the theory he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  What do I know though? I've spent my time hiding in boxes.  When I mentioned this to Pandora this was his response to me, how rude.

Eowyn went for a different approach, just hanging out in full public view so Schrodinger wouldn't  go near her in case anyone saw.

I have overheard the slaves saying one of Pandoras war wounds might have been self-inflicted.  When I asked Pandora all I got was a muffled 'go away I'm resting', well I think that is what he said.  It must be quite difficult to talk through a fat lip after running into a door.

Some time away

Well it seems the slaves wanted something called a 'holiday', this meant being away from us.  How they thought this was acceptable I will never know, surely they must realise they are slaves, therefore not entitled to time away from catering for our every need.  We figured the day had arrived when the vet transportation boxes were placed on the kitchen floor.  We duly allowed ourselves to be transported but we made sure that Eowyn and Pandora understood they had to meow and cry all the way in the car to make the slaves feel guilty.  Which they did, mission accomplished.

On arrival at our accommodation for the week I was duly impressed to see we had live food all around us.  Chickens, lots of them.  Turns out they weren't our food but it was amusing all the same to watch them.  The picture above is me checking out some of our temporary home.  The slaves had thoughtfully provided some of our favourite toys to keep us company.

Schrodinger was not at all happy.  He spent the whole time away complaining about the lack of slaves to sleep on.  Fair enough, there were not any slaves to sleep on but we were provided with a light that gave off some awesome heat to sleep under.  Perfect for getting the fur all sweaty.

Eowyn spent most of her time in the outside area of our accommodation once she realised she had an audience of appreciative male cats, the hussy.  She claimed it was so she could see the chickens better but really, who is she kidding.

Pandora on the other hand, well what can we say.  I do believe the above picture says it all.  We thought he had kicked his drug habit but here we see him sniffing madly at a blanket in the hope it has some catnip secreted away.  It didn't, but this image just goes to show how desperate he can become.


We are back at home with the slaves now, we enjoyed our time away (except Schrodinger) but we have decided to make sure we do not let this happen again.  We like our slaves to be accessible at all times.

Holiday preparation

Mass excitement is running through the house.  We've been told we are going on a holiday in a few days time.  We are going to stay at my Mums and Grandmas house for a week.  I haven't seen them since I left there to live with the two slaves when I was a mere kitten.  It seems the slaves are going on a holiday themselves, though why they think they are entitled to one I have no idea, surely slaves have no rights?  In preparation for the holiday we have been practising our transport arrangements.  We have decided to travel by box, it seems an efficient way of moving around as many get delivered to our home for us to play with.

Here Eowyn is practising getting into the smallest box possible.  We have overheard the slaves say smaller boxes are charged less for transport.  If it is done by weight then Eowyn is going to have issues.  I am not saying she is fat or overweight, she just has excessive fur issues.

Schrodinger also decided to practice, although he didn't look best pleased to have his feeble efforts photographed.

In advance of going away I thought I should feed myself up, I got papped though before I had a chance to clean myself.  I have an image to uphold and this does not help.

Toys & Tails

We are very lucky on the toy front, every month the female slave acquires new ones for us to test.

The above picture is me playing around with Betty Bird.  I think the male slave was meant to be doing housework and making the place tidy for our paws but once again got distracted by how awesome I am.

Whilst I was being all active Eowyn went for the more relaxed approach to life and was trying out new sleeping positions using the lower hammock on The Watchtower.  Here we see her trying to protect her tail by placing it in the watchtower den.

Her tail is rather, err, bushy.  Not as awesome as mine but still impressive, she spends a lot of time making sure it is clean.

The cleaning is worth it in the end, I mean, look how amazing we both look.  Goes without saying I look more awesome than Eowyn.

Where has our hair gone?

Something strange has been happening over the last few weeks.  My hair has been falling out!  I seem to remember having a lovely red and white ruff around my neck but recently I have noticed it is going.

I mentioned this phenomena to Eowyn at which point she asked me to check her out to see if she had lost any.  She posed standing across the Tower of Nirvana and The Watchtower so I could check her out.

As soon as I pointed out that yes, she had lost most of her ruff she started wailing, calling out for her hair.

At this point she was all over the place looking for her hair.

Pandora then pointed out to both of us that we had been shedding our long hair as it has been warming up.  He then grumpily reminded us the downside of this was the excessive amount of furballs occurring.  I must admit I did wonder why I was getting more hair in my mouth when grooming.

Flying visits

We have renamed the second Tower of Nirvana, it shall now be known as The Watchtower.  This was decided at a meeting we all attended although it has to be wondered how much attention Schrodinger was giving to the renaming.

Anyways, I was on duty in the sentry box within the Watchtower the other day when I felt a presence near me.

I popped out to have a look around when I suddenly saw another cat looking at me.  This is Beau looking very jealous at our luxurious accommodation.  Beau lives next door but can often be seen outside getting lots of attention from strangers passing by.

I called out to Pandora to give me some backup and I have to say I was very impressed by his response.  Even in that short time Beau had decided to wander off but that did not stop Pandora literally flying to my assistance.

Later on I sat down with Eowyn and discussed the days events, always good to have a gossip.

Celebration

It's celebration time, the slaves have been shopping and have presented us with a gift.

No, not a second Eowyn, thankfully.  A large box arrived in the house which I investigated fully.

We were then removed from the box and the door was shut on us so we could not enter and pay homage to the Tower of Nirvana.  Imagine our surprise when we were let back in to find TWO, yes TWO Towers of Nirvana.

There are two hammocks for us, another den for us to hide in plus loads more platforms to rest on.  Even better it has been placed right beside the window so we can keep watch over everyone.

It turns out it was the boys birthday yesterday.  They were two years old, hmm, if they got another Tower of Nirvana for their second birthday what will Eowyn and myself get for our first birthday?