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The days are growing short and dark and the blazing summer sun is quickly becoming a hazy memory. So… let’s have this splendid exposure of Caramel’s tummy-and-sunburn out for your entertainment and emotional vitamins!

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Of course there is only one and true Tummy Tuesday and that is at LisaViolet’s Dairy ! All go there and have a marvellous time…

Speechless Sunday

Puss-inna-box

VOTE for Hrimnir in The 3rd Annual World’s Coolest Dog & Cat Show!

Cats have this strange but utterly compelling fascination with enclosed spaces. I have yet to encounter the feline who is not mesmerized by the presence of a cardboard box or a sack. A hole leading to somewhere forces their attention towards it and the snugger the place the more irresistible it becomes. They must explore it, they must stuff their not-too-insubstantial furry forms into it, they must fill it up. No matter how small, if a cat can stuff any part of his body into it he will do so. And will look up with great pride when you greet him as if he wants to show off his prowess at space-filling. Or maybe he’s just immensely satisfied at his latest acquisition ? For what a cat touches is his, you know.

Amongst the feline denizens of the House of Chaos is not a single feline who does not like to cram his furry self into an enclosure. All love boxes, all adore baskets, all crave crates. The smaller the better even. Often has the Mistress come home after an arduous bout of shopping, delivered her boxes and crates to the Kitchen of Chaos before closing the door and upon returning to the Kitchen found one or several felines already firmly ensconced in one of the receptacles. Never mind that said receptacle is filled to the brim with purchases. The cat simply tops it off.

Size does not matter. In the picture below you can behold a very proud Bean Sidhe having tried to enter Grumpy Man’s slipper. He loved it. He didn’t mind the obnoxious odour emanating from it, maybe he even relished it for all I know, but he surely loved the snug fit. Zorro has been found crawling into Grumpy Man’s footwear as well but he is wont to stuff his head inside them, not his paws. But boxes and crates are their favourites. Be it a low box or a high box, a plastic crate or a wooden one, they have no real preferences but the requirements are: having at least 4 walls and a bottom. A top is optional and if it moves even makes for greater fun.

Once a box has been possessed, though, company is not appreciated. A respectful and admiring audience can be tolerated, enjoyed even, but the presence of a potential contender must needs be objected to. Firmly. Hence the presence of an empty box has in the past sparked some memorable cat-fights and we are looking forward to the sequels. Our furry friends are quite territorial and whenever something nice has been taken into ownership their instincts kick in and the paws lash out. It’s automatic, you can be assured that it will happen. And the ferocity employed is by no means any less than that of the wild lion defending his turf. For the hapless visitor who has entered the House of Chaos for the first time such fights can look horrible and utterly menacing but for the resident denizens it’s a source of great entertainment. Simians and felines alike line up for a good view and some even cheer on the fighters.

But once the dispute over ownership has been settled to satisfaction the victor can enjoy the comfort of his box and engage into whatever he was planning to do with it. Most of the time this involves a serious bout of napping. Often has Grumpy Man picked up a box, meaning to place it outside for the trash-collectors to haul away, and found to his surprise that the supposedly empty box had -in fact- a substantial weight. And content. Which would subsequently yawn and emit a soft growling meow in response to its rude awakening. Or it would spring up like a Jack-in-the-box and startle poor Grumpy Man to within an inch of cardiac failure.

Other activities that can take place with a box or crate are playing Jack-in-the-box, ambush, and Venus fly-trap. The first speaks for itself and was a favourite passtime between Zorro and the late woofie Fenris. The Venus fly-trap is a beaut and related to the Jack-in-the-box, involving a cat being as silent as he can and waiting for another cat who thinks the box is empty and can be claimed by simply jumping in. Need I say more ? The ambush is more straightforward: the other cats are not interested in the box but fall prey to a sudden attack from it when passing by.

The cardboard box itself can be the subject of attack too. Zorro especially loves scratching entire bits out of it while Bean Sidhe is more wont to bite little chunks out of it. One can also jump on it, over it, scramble underneath it, push it all over the floor, trample it (which makes a funny noise) and demolish it. Sadly for our furry friends the plastic crates are more resilient and have failed to be destroyed to this date. But the cardboard boxes, oh boy !, come and go and the supply is as endless as the Mistress’ shopping runs.

Fortunately the cats don’t apply the destruction part to our slippers and shoes. They only toy with them. Sometimes even when said footwear is still firmly wrapped around our feet… “This slipper ain’t big enough for cat and foot boyo, one of you has to go…”

Picture below: Ain’t he the cutest about it ? But now Grumpy Man complains his slipper smells of cat.

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And a new Friday is arriving and again the Friday Ark is sailing off to vistas unknown and adventure anticipated… Are you coming too ?

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VOTE for Hrimnir in The 3rd Annual World’s Coolest Dog & Cat Show!

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VOTE for Hrimnir in The 3rd Annual World’s Coolest Dog & Cat Show!

Judging from LisaViolet’s Dairy, where Tummy Tuesday has its cozy home, it’s “white&ginger day” today. A good reason to tear open the memory box and show you a piccie of a very young Bean Sidhe and his lovely fluffy tummy…

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So young, and already so coy when a camera appears.

The catophonic chorus

VOTE for Hrimnir in The 3rd Annual World’s Coolest Dog & Cat Show!

It is a radiant but early Sunday Morning. Outside, in the wide wild world, a late Fall -finally unleashed- is wreaking its majestic havoc on the hapless trees and inside, in the House of Chaos, the simian denizens try to fight off the lingering embrace of Morpheus in a desperate effort to get some decent breakfast before cruel starvation sets in. Needless to say the feline denizens await the same gruesome fate and follow the actions of the Mistress with unwavering scrutiny. Their well-being depends on it.

Our furry friends are very sensitive to changes in the simians’ daily routine and the elder ones have already learned to anticipate the joys of the breaking of said routine: they know their simians are wont to help themselves to a more copious breakfast at such days. Thus they eagerly await the Coming Of Good Times when the Mistress lurches over to the fridge and takes out the bacon. And equally thus the youngest feline, Hrimnir, ever eager to follow the good example of his elders, sets about in a frantic display of emotional distress fearing to be left out of the feast before it even had the chance to begin.

It’s not as if the feline denizens of the House of Chaos aren’t fed on a regular basis. In fact, their bowls are almost always at least partially filled with the yummy crunchies they so love. In the past the Mistress has gone through a painstaking process of offering her furry friends different brands of food and the elder cats have unanimously decided on a certain brand (named after cats’ whiskers). They also have stated their preference for stinky goodness, but since yummy crunchies are better for their porcelain cutlery they only rarely are treated to this delicacy. Besides, crunchies are less expensive and keep longer fresh in the bowl.

Now you should understand that as former predators cats are wont to place the accumulation of food at the top of their priorities. When they were still living the wild life daily existence meant there was great insecurity as to where food would come from and whether it would be willing to be eaten anyway. Hence the offending sight of an empty bowl is anathema to our poor feline companions and we must strive to keep the bowls topped up in order to protect their faint sensibilities. And when the unthinkable does happen we horrible negligent minions will bear the full brunt and force of feline wrath, which will be terrible and loud.

Hrimnir still has to master the finer points of this procedure though. The tyke obviously thinks that the louder would be the better and the yowls, howls and shrieks that accompany every move of the Mistress in the Kitchen of Chaos are a wonder to hear. He’s becoming more and more vocal with each day too, certainly honing the use of his voicebox to perfection, and the demanding force of his yelling grows equally daily. Not that the Mistress is impressed though. But I must admit that Hrimnir’s high sweet thrill is preferable to the growls and groans of the elder cats or Bean Sidhe’s holler. It is when their voices blend to form a feline cacophony of titanic proportions that we fear for the windows to fall from their cases.

Just try to imagine: at first you hear the high thrilling “me-a-ow miew mwew-a-ow” coming from the kitten. Then Bean Sidhe sets in with his trademark “meew mee-aaw aa-aa-aaaw”. Enter Loup-Garou’s falsetto “mew mew mew” (instead of his usual pathetically piping “iew”) and finally Zorro adds his throaty “mow moooow mA-ow”. Now, imagine further that the tyke will get louder and louder and the voices of the elder cats more and more insisting, demanding and ordering. There’s no set rhythm to it, crescendo and diminuendo clash, piano and fortissimo are having a fist-fight, and polyphony has taken the day off.

And all of that just for the Mistress taking the bacon out of the fridge.

Next I proceed to process the bacon. Grumpy Man likes his bacon without the crunchy white bits and these must be cut out before throwing the rest into the frying pan. This is exactly what Hrimnir has been waiting for. He is absolutely mad about these crunchy white bits and usually the elder cats get no chance at all to have a bite at it because the tyke so frantically attacks the bits when I throw them into the general direction of where I suspect the cats to be there’s simply no room left for the others to get their teeth in. He does leave the bowl in which I scrambled the eggs for the others though, you can’t accuse him of being a hog.

With the distribution of morsels and titbits finally commenced the noise gradually ceases and the Mistress can henceforth peacefully be about her domestic duties. And enjoy an uninterrupted breakfast herself later on. Because that is one of the Cardinal Rules in the House of Chaos: feed the felines first, then eat at peace.

Picture below: Houston we have a problem !! 4 felines… 3 bowls… THE HORROR !!!!

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Another horror… a picture taken with an inferior camera. Once you’re used at nearly the best (Canon EOS 350D – 8 megapixels) having to use a lesser one (Fuji FinePix 1300 – 1,3 megapixels) sort of… hurts.

It’s Sunday again and that means we can all have a grand old time at the Carnival of the Cats !! This week hosted by The Bad Kitty Cats.