I wished I was amused this easily ...

Watch this with the sound on and try not to laugh.

Home alone!

Last week Dr. P left Indy and I home alone.
Well you know what they say, when the cat is away, the mice will play. We just couldn't help ourselves. For a week, there were no rules, no plans, just some kind of a beautiful chaos that only Indy and I could appreciate. On the first night, I ate crisps for dinner, fell asleep infront of the television and woke up at 2 am with all the lights on. In retrospect, maybe I could have spent my new-found freedom doing something a bit more daring......
Indy was a bit more adventurous and started sleeping on the bed and walking on the dining room table. We had a ball!
Things were where I left them, when I left my jacket on the floor, that's where I found it. There was no peculiar instances of clothes left on the floor jumping into the drawers.
But after a few days, we were kind of missing Dr. P. I was getting tired of crips for dinner and Indy was longing to be chased off the dining table. The morning Dr. P came back, I got up early to clean the flat, remove the pawprints from the dining room table, stick some fruit in the fruit bowl. We polished our halos and welcomed her home. She had no idea what we were up to when she was away........

Come back Kayna!

Friday night was the last leg of the world's longest farewell. It all started in early December and finally on Saturday, our mate Kayna left. Quite frankly it should be illegal. No-one who is as nice as Kayna should be allowed to leave the British Isles. If I ever become Prime Minister, I will presonally bring in that law.
Kayna tells us that she is going to go to India. Why? We all know the best Indian restuarants in the world are in London. And if she wants to meet the people she can just go to Bradford. Then she is going trekking in Nepal. Well, we have mountains here. Has she never been to Scotland?? How about the West Highland Way with Paula as the Sherpa? Then from there to Vietnam and Thailand. Again, we have the restaurants here, there is no need to go half way across the world for some noodles. And with the recent flooding here, we could even arrange waddling around in rice-fields (OK, flooded wheat fields, but you wouldn't know the difference). So I just don't understand why she would ever leave. Everything she could possibly want to experience is right here in the UK. Finally she intends to go back to her homeland Australia. For what? We have all the Aussie soaps here. No need to go back. And if she ever misses Australians, she should just go to Edinburgh on New Years Eve. I bet there are more Australians per square foot than in Sydney.......

1095 days with Dr. P

1097 days ago I decided Dr. P was very cute. 1095 days ago, I found out that Dr. P thought I was cute too. And ever since we've been together.
When I say together, that doesn't mean we lived in the same country. It doesn't even mean we lived in the same continent. At times it was kind of hard. But we made it! And finally, we now not only live on the same continent, but in the same country, in the same city and even in the same flat! That is quite an achievement!
This is our third anniversary. And the first time we celebrate it together. Two years ago I had a party with some friends in Boston, while Dr. P was in Copenhagen. One year ago Dr. P celebrated with friends in Boston while I was in London. This year neither of us are in Boston. We hope our friends can have a party anyway.......

Red Cabbage!

Dr. P and I were out for a stroll on New Years Day. It was beautiful weather and we enjoyed our walk along the Thames. We decided to stop at a riverside pub for a late lunch. Unfortunately, many other people had the same idea. It was very busy, but we managed to find a seat and eagerly checked out the menu. I was starving, absolutely starving I tell you. I decided that I would love a steak pie. When I went to order, I found that there was no steak pie left and there was an hour wait to get food. I was bitterly disappointed.......
Dr. P immediately tried to cheer me up, by offering to cook me a delicious dinner at home. She promised me Swedish meatballs (specially imported from IKEA), gravy, onion rings. Sounded fantastic. And then came the bombshell. She told me with excitement that we could even have red cabbage. Red cabbage?? I stayed silent, but I was thinking "are you really trying to cheer me up with red cabbage?"
I don't really understand red cabbage. Why's it red? Does it have red cholorophyll? Was it invented to give to children who refuse to eat green vegetables? And I certainly don't understand how it was meant to cheer up a person craving a steak pie. Anyway, we went home and we had a delicious dinner, including the red cabbage. And yes, life was much better after the red cabbage........

Christmas from a cat's point of view

It's a hard life being a cat. I have important things to do, eating, sleeping, getting my belly rubbed. I have no time for other things to be happening. It has been a stressful time the last few weeks. Thank goodness it is over.

It all started about a month ago. My two slaves Aileen and Dr. P came home with a big box. That was very kind of them, they know how I love big boxes. I investigated immediately and after ordering the slaves to open the box I found strange green plastic things inside. These were kind of fun to chew. The slave that strokes me started building a tree from the green plastic things. That was quite strange to say the least. So suddenly we have a green plastic tree in our living room and you'll never guess what they did next..... They started hanging little balls and long glittering ropes on it! So tasteless. The only thing looking good in a tree is a nice plump bird. Mind you, I did have fun hunting the angels on it. Indeed I caught one quite often.

Then there were the cards. Every day when the slaves come home I run and greet them and demand to be stroked. But suddenly they seemed more interested in checking the post when they got in and seeing if someone had sent them a card. Excuse the pun, but I felt disCARDed.... As revenge I knocked over as many cards as I could after they had been carefully placed on the sideboard. And not one person sent a card of a cat! We had dogs, penguins, polar bears, reindeer. Everything except a cat. I was a bit upset to say the least.

And then my slaves didn't leave in the morning! They just stayed at home, which I find very annoying. When was I meant to find some peace to sleep? The slave who strokes me then completely disappeared with her case. I was quite upset, I love that case! Luckily the slave that feeds me stayed and I made sure that she took over the duties of stroking as well. She actually disappeared for a long time too, she left me by myself one night! I made it clear the only route to forgiveness was posh cat food from Marks and Spencers..... And because I have trained her so well, she immediately did what I demanded.

Then chaos broke out. The slave who strokes me came back and the parents of the slave who feeds me came too! Oh my goodness, it was so exhausting. I got a present, which out of politeness, I played with (so I wouldn't hurt their feelings). I have to admit, I thought the chaos was never going to end... All I wanted was a bit of peace and quiet.

And then finally they listened to my demands. The two old ones left. Then the slave who strokes me started leaving for work. And finally today, the slave that feeds me left too! I am having the time of my life, sleeping, watching birds (in the real tree outside) and enjoying some tranquility. But the slaves better return by 7pm this evening to fulfill their stroking and feeding duties......