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… sagte eine Leserin meines Blogs. Recht hat sie!!

Man wird vom Leben und Arbeit so eingenommen, dass man für alte Hobbys kaum noch Zeit findet. Aber ich möchte euch die Miezen nicht vorenthalten.

Benny und Leoni werden im September 3 Jahre alt. Die Zeit ist so schnell vergangen. Lucia wurde im März 2 Jahre alt.

Benny hat sich zu einem großen Schmusekater entwickelt, der uns alle um die Finger wickelt. Seit dem Unfall (siehe Blogeintrag vor diesem) ist er total verwöhnt und hat uns gut erzogen.

Leoni ist nach wie vor die sanfte, liebe und unauffällige Katze. Man muss sie lieb haben. Allerdings kann sie auch sehr gesprächig sein. Ihren Dosimann vergöttert sie und schimpft ihn auch gelegentlich.

… und hier ist Lucia. Oh Mann, dieser oberbayrischen Charakter, den wir uns da ins Haus geholt haben, ist schon was Besonderes. Eigentlich sind sie das alle. Aber sie ist wie keine andere Katze, die ich bis jetzt gekannt habe. Man muss sie erleben und lieben.

So, das war es mal wieder. Ich hoffe, es dauert nicht allzu lange bis zum nächsten Beitrag.

Here is an update how life is progressing since we have been away from our moms.
After Christmas we discovered that our can openers have to go to something they call „work“ every day. Apparently they earn „money“ which seems to pay for our taste for good food, toys and all. Oh well, we know how to spend our time well until they get home again. Lots of time is spent sleeping, but a lot of time is spent playing.

Mr. Nice has all kinds of ideas to keep us occupied. The newest invention, though not all done yet, is a toy that makes us work for our treats. We are not sure, why we should work for treats since it is much easier to eat right out of their hands? Could someone enlighten us please?

The food is great and they give us lots of varieties. We have grown a lot since we got here. Last week Benny weighed 2.3 kg and Leoni weighed 2.1 kg. Leoni turned 4 months on Jan. 15 and Benny turned 4 months on Jan. 29. Time seems to fly when you are with people who love you.

Here is a collection of pictures of us over the last few weeks.

We hope you enjoyed our update.

It is quite difficult to amuse me. Usually it turns into an embarrassing entertainment session of behalf of Mr. and Mrs. Nice when they try to point my attention towards something new.
However – Mr. Nice hit the jackpot this time! He bought a tunnel for me. Is that cool or what?

Mrs. Nice been kind of lazy writing my stories last year as you can see. So – I have got on her case about that and she rolled her eyes at me. I know that look, let me tell ya‘!

Here I am – I WON 🙂

Here is a quick run down on last year!

During the summer my job was to be part of the garden design. I do this job really well and chase every other cat out of my garden.

Pretty soon the Misses won’t have to buy flowers anymore. I’m the most beautiful flower in her garden anyhow.

It got bit cooler during autumn, so you could find me upstairs with my bud Shrek on the couch.

Christmas came along and that always means that I don’t get to go outdoors a lot anymore. It is too cold and they are afraid that I may fall into the neighbor’s pond when I climb around the neighbor’s patio. I discovered television, people! What a deal!

These past weeks we’ve had lots of snow. I am SICK of it, because my paws freeze. They haven’t bought any shoes for me yet. YET – I say!

I had to try it though… I DO NOT LIKE SNOW

When the sun is out it isn’t too bad and the patio stones are warmed by the sun.

During the winter though I spend most of my time begging to go outdoors. Just what’s cat to do?

Ok, my cat sisters and brothers … I see ya‘ around. Hopefully, it will not take Mrs. Nice another year before she types my stories.

Yours truly,
Stella-The-Cat

Dear friends,

I have been neglecting you so much.  Now it is winter and just a few days before Christmas. I will take the opportunity of our first snow of the season to drop a few lines.

Summer was not so great. It all started nicely in the spring, but summer time was not like last year where we were spoiled with lots of sun.

I have enjoyed our garden anyhow. I just picked the sunny days to be outdoors.

Winter is a different story. I don’t like to have wet paws. I just run outdoors, looking for my catwalk which is snowed in as well and find my way back home soon.

Christmas is right before us. I am wishing all of you a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year and that all your wishes may come true. Most of all I hope that health and happiness will be your companions throughout the year.

Stella-The-Cat

I finally met the missing member of the family. He’s not home much, but I guess that’s normal when you are his age. He has a twin they tell me, who has already moved out. I guess young Mr. Nice is the one I need to wrap around my paws if I want to sleep on a real bed every once and while.

Do you think he would mind when he is not home or at work if I laid down there a little? Look at the picture of him and myself. He likes ME, Stella-The-Cat. I greet him when he gets home from work with Mr. Nice and cuddle with him just like I do with Mr. & Mrs. Nice.

Mrs. Nice is at home at the moment because she is not feeling too well, so I really need to enjoy the time while I have her for company during the day. She’s told Mr. Nice that I am like medicine for her – whatever that means. I just love that I get held, my coat brushed and attention whenever I need it.

Mrs. Nice is busy in the house and doesn’t always have time for me when I want it, but I have learned to get her attention. I just jump up into her lap and make room for myself. Who could resist when I do that and when I purr like I do?

Mrs. Nice is stricter than Mr. Nice and she tells him about the little tricks I use. She caught me jumping on the diningroom table and I reeeeaaaly got fussed at for that. I better not do that again. As it is with everything in life, you have to try something to find out if you are allowed to do it or not.

I don’t jump on kitchen counters either. Mrs. Nice thinks I have really good manners. On the couch I have a soft blanket where I am allowed to sit. My favorite spot is on Mr. Nice’s belly. Here is a picture Mrs. Nice has taken when I do that. Mr. Nice thinks this is pretty funny how I demand attention and compares me to the cat his family used to have.

Approximately during the middle of my first week at my new home, I felt good enough to start talking to my family. Now I meow and they talk back. At first, I wouldn’t do that and they thought this was strange. Don’t ask me why, but talking to them makes things much easier. They seem to understand what I am telling them.

The very first Saturday in my new house Mr. & Mrs. Nice worked outdoors in the garden. Hey, I wanted to go there, too. The door was only pulled shut. I jumped up, but the door did not open. Terrace doors seem to work differently than the regular doors in the house. You should have seen all the excitement escalating outside. Suddenly I hear someone working on the kitchen window which was on tilt and here comes Mr. Nice through the kitchen window. He is no small fellow, you must know. Pretty smart, don’t you think? Going out the terrace door and coming back in through the kitchen window. The next time I went to my terrace door there was a balloon hanging there. What a surprise! It looked so inviting and I jumped against it. Have you ever heard a balloon pop? Surely, you have, but you don’t know the effect it had on me. It really scared me. I wonder why they did that?

One night I wanted to play with Mr. Nice, but he was in bed already. Mrs. Nice was at the computer. Naturally, I went upstairs, jumped on the door handle, grabbed it with both paws and my weight opened the door with a loud sound. That must’ve scared him! Quickly I was put back into my basket in the livingroom by Mr. Nice. I don’t think he was too happy about me waking him up. The next day they had a balloon on the bedroom door handle as well. I am scared of balloons, so I’ve decided not to try that one again.

I can’t complain, though. Every day I get to go outdoors. Early in the morning, Mr. Nice brushes me before he is off to work. When Mrs. Nice is up I get more food, more loving and lots of attention. I think I will try not to upset them and mind them. Looks like I am the one being trained, doesn’t it?

That is a summary of my first week in my new home. The story of week #2 follows soon.

On May 19th, 2007 this really nice couple came to the shelter where I have been living for several months. They were looking for a kitty because they had been without an animal for a long, long time.

They were telling my caretaker that they wanted to look at a BKH-mix they had seen on the web page. What they didn’t know was, that I reaaaaly wanted to be with them. I took the first opportunity available and jumped on the lady’s shoulders. When Mr. Nice stood close, I went right to him, too. I must have done a really good job because they went nuts about me, stroked me and gave me lots of love.

Then I heard my caretaker telling them that I was a really good cat and liked only myself and the people around me. Nevertheless, they still wanted to look at the other cat. I decided to go outdoors while they were looking, but imagined that my chances were pretty good that they would end up coming back to my room.

Patience pays off! They came back to MY room and THEY wanted ME! ME! ME! There were some hurdles to get past, though. My caretaker is a careful one and she told my prospective can openers that she would not allow me to live near a busy street and she wanted to see the house where I was going to be living. She also told them that I knew how to open doors. Why did she do that? Couldn’t they find out themselves? Then I heard the nice couple tell her that they would go to the store and buy a new scratching post, food, a sleeping basket and toys. It sounded like they really wanted me and were willing to spend some €€€€ on me, Stella-The-Cat.

Another long night passed and the next morning on Sunday, May 20th, 8 a.m. they arrived with a new carrying case for ME, Stella-The-Cat. My caretaker put me in there. Then I had to wait and put up with this obnoxious terrier mutt sniffing at my new case while my new friends had to sign adoption papers.

Off I went to my new home!