Nice to read and so true:
This is very useful, we have to show our humans >^..^<
Very interesting article for humans >^..^<
Missy likes taking photos of cats, also during her travels.
Donna sometimes recognises some of the cats and kitties in the pictures.
“You know who that is, Sophie?” She asked me after pointing to this picture. “It’s my cousin Donita, from Mexico. She is such a brave kitty. I hope she will visit me some day.”
If it’s her cousin, it’s mine too! So why don’t I know her?
“And this, this is Donnadonis from Rhodes Island in Greece,” she continued.
“Isn’t she pretty? She’s a great mouser too. She lives in an old temple with other cats and kittens:”
“Oh, how I would love to visit them. I don’t like flying, as you know, and they aren’t able to visit me because they have to take care of each other.”
“Don,” I interrupted her, “if it are your cousins, it are mine too.”
“Mmm, not sure, can be. Anyway, they look like me and are tough cookies too. I also have pictures of other cats living in Rhodes Island,” she continued. “Here are some of them:”
A guy with a jug ear
His friend, RedCat
A guy, member of the Greek Tail Committee
A shy girl
A girl, living in the hotel where Bossy and Missy stayed
My favourite picture of the hotel girl
“You know, Sophie, we should consider setting up a World Wide Whiskers Gallery with photos from cats all over the world,” Donna suggested.
I have to admit, sometimes that ‘tough cookie’ has great ideas.
We love boxes. The smaller the box, the better. Humans are always surprised to see how we cats manage to fit into the tiniest boxes. We don’t climb into boxes to entertain the humans, though. It’s a cats thing, I’m not going to explain in this article.
A couple of days ago, Missy received a box with something she ordered. As soon as she’d emptied the box, Sophie tried to climb into it. She only managed to put in her front legs and the rest of her was outside the box. After she stepped out, I heard her mumbling while examining the box. This stepping in and out went on for a while.
After observing Sophie for a day, I showed her how to put your whole body into the box:
I’m not sure if she got it, but this was her version:
I’m quite sure about one thing, though: Sophie is definitely not ready to ship!
People often wonder why we cats and kitties refuse to listen to humans. Well, I found the perfect answer on the internet:
When Donna and I were kittens, they took us away from our mommy. Since it’s almost World Animal Day, I’ve been thinking about my mommy a lot. Donna says she doesn’t remember, she says she considers Missy as her mommy. I don’t think Missy took us away from our real mommy, though. We lived with other humans before Bossy and Missy adopted us. When our first humans brought us to the shelter, Donna said she would never trust another human anymore. She was so upset, didn’t want to talk to me either. The only thing she did was growling and calling me names. But I couldn’t help that were there, could I?
We both got an operation, which made Donna even more angry. After we recovered, our new humans came to meet us and took us home. Donna disappeared the moment she was released from the kitty bag and I was pretty scared too. After a while, I approached Missy and she started petting me. Can’t tell you how happy I felt …
Donna stayed away for three days, she was hiding in the kitchen under a drawer that she entered through a secret “door”. She only came out at night to eat a little. It took some time before she allowed Missy to pet her. We remained a little scared of Bossy, because he’s so big. I guess you know the rest is history: Donna thinks Missy is her real mommy, loves Bossy and chases me all the time. I know Missy isn’t our real mommy, but I think she’s nice and does the best she can to make us girls feel at home.
We are Sophie and Donna and we want to thank you for visiting our blog. It may seem strange to you, but we are cats. We think that cats also have the right to blog and that’s why we’ve started this.
We hope you’ll enjoy our website and will visit it frequently.
Sophie & Donna