The White Stuff

Well today I woke up and was greeted with a sight I had not expected in this home, white stuff covering the ground.  I think it is legendary as the male slave was bred on the southern coast of this land where they don't see the white stuff so he gets way too excited about it.  It seems to cover the ground it has to fall from the sky.

This is me checking out the very small bits of white stuff falling from the sky.  In case you are wondering, this is the outside playground Pandora and myself are allowed to go in.  Eowyn sometimes joins us but Schrodinger is a bit of a pansy and never comes out here, he says he likes his home comforts.  The slaves have even provided a shelter for us.

The biggest surprise of today was the slaves putting some safety gear on Pandora and myself and letting us go outside of the playground to explore the white stuff.  Of course, as soon as Pandora heard there was white stuff to enjoy he was ready and eager.

Initially he was disappointed, getting the wrong idea about white stuff but in the end he was happy when he found some grass to chew on.  Though he did complain about not having the right footwear.

I was very excited as I did not have to worry about footwear, mine came as standard.

I was able to strike some excellent poses for the annoying slave with the photographic device.

I have heard the slaves say they will take me out again later when the white stuff stops falling from the sky, excellent.

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.