Tuesday, 15 December 2020

It's Curtains!

Mr Bumpy's Jurassic Ancestor.
(Or possibly just Mr B behind a curtain.)

We've had some really hot days already this summer. 

Our poor air conditioner was really having trouble keeping us cool.

Mum and Mr D put a curtain in the hallway, to keep the cool air in one part of the house so we had somewhere to be cool.

The curtain was too long, and Mum put the end up with safety pins. She said that would save us from standing on the curtain and pulling it down before she had time to sew it up properly.

I investigated of course,  but I got my head stuck where the curtain was folded up! I tried to get out and couldn't.

Eventually, Mr D heard me crying and rescued me.

When we told Mum about it, Mum said, "This is one of the reasons you are not allowed outside."

I wonder if that means outside is full of curtains for my head to get stuck in?

(Oh, I had my head stuck in a grocery bag today.  I was investigating the smells to see what Mum and Mr D bought. Mum said it was lucky we got groceries in paper bags.)

Then the other day, Mr D showed us a photo of a terrifying creature that was in the upstairs flat.

Mum said it might have been Mr Bumpy's Jurassic ancestor.  It looked so scary, even more scary that Bumpy himself. (And Bumpy always attacks me and tries to rip my throat out.  Luckily I have lots of fluff, and all he ever gets is a mouthful of fluff and a stern talking-to from Mum.)

I don't want Mr D to ever ever let that scary thing come downstairs where Fanta and I live.

 All in all, I think curtains are a very bad thing.  They trap unsuspecting cats, and they hide scary monsters. 

If you have curtains, be very careful around them. They are dangerous.

Princess Purrs

Sunday, 6 December 2020

It's All Fun and Games

I gently take the little cat toys off
the big cat toy.  - Princess
 Oh Christmas tree

Oh Christmas tree

Your ornaments are history

They're red when I gently make them fall

They're red when I roll them down the hall

Oh Christmas tree

Oh Christmas tree

Your ornaments are history.

Hello Everyone!

It's that time of year. The Christmas tree is back.

Last year I was just a baby and didn't really understand what it was.

This year I'm a big cat and I know.  It's a giant cat toy, that holds lots of little cat toys.  (Oh wait, is that what I thought it was last year? I was a very smart baby wasn't I?)

The idea of this game is to gently take the little toys off the big toy.  (If you knock the big toy over, you've done it wrong.) Then you can play with the little toy as long as you like.  When you forget where you left the little toy, it's time to go and get another one.

Isn't that a great game?  It's not my favourite game, though.

Would you like to know about my favourite game?

My favourite game is to go to a human and start crying as if something is very, very wrong. 

The human will say, "Princess, what's the matter?"

And I will insist they follow me. I lead them to the bathroom and flop over on the bathmat. (It's a thick, soft, bathmat and very nice to flop on.)

Then the human will say, "Oh, did the poor little kitty fall over? Whatever shall we do?"

That's when I roll over on my back and put my paws as far out as possible to show off my fluffy little tummy.

The human will say, "Would a tummy tickle help the poor, little, fallen-over kitty?"

Then, and this is the best bit, then the human will give me tummy tickles!

I'm quite sure that is the best game in the whole entire world, and I've taught both my humans how to play it.

Well, I'm off to play now.

Princess Purrs.