The Food Machine

Missy bought us a new toy: a Food Machine.

At first glance, we’ve got upset by it. After doing some sniffing around, we spotted some food in it. Sophie tried it and after some muttering she managed to get the food out of it.

I tried the box where the Food Machine used to live in and read the instructions of the Senses Food Maze (that’s the official name of the thing):

1. Cat moves food or treats through maze by pawing through side openings.
2. Cat eats from food tray once food falls through maze.

After testing it myself, I suggest to change the instructions as follows:

1. Cat moves food or treats through maze by pawing through side openings and opening on top.
2. Cat eats from food tray once food falls trough maze floor once he/she has brought the food maze down.

By the way: it was Sophie who brought the Food Machine down.

Feel free to share your thoughts on this with us …


Bring Me Fish

Donna loves music; to be more specific: Donna loves music of Willie Nelson. A while ago, I wrote new lyrics to an old song and called it Follow My Nose. This inspired Donna to create a karaoke video too. She already had some ideas about the new lyrics of Whiskey River so she hired somebody to help her with the video.

She managed to rewrite the lyrics in such a way that also cats can understand them. Now she’s secretly dreaming that Willie will sing her version to her ­čÖé


It’s not so bad to be a Pet

Sophie hasn’t said a meow to me, since I posted that video of her drinking water. However this morning, she suddenly started to talk to me …

– Listen, Don …
– What?
– I hear my food is calling me …
– You hear your what is calling you?
– My food! I got to follow my nose …

After that, she started singing a song that I heard before with other lyrics. It seems that┬áSophie wrote the new lyrics for an old song called “Follow That Dream”. She called it “Follow My Nose” and created a karaoke video so every one can sing along with her.

In case you want to rehearse yourself,┬áhere are the lyrics ­čśë



Sophie’s Thirsty

Sophie broke her promise: she shouldn’t go to the beach to eat with the birds, the sea gulls, but she went. Well, to be more precize: she didn’t go to the beach, them gulls came to our street. So from that point of view, Sophie didn’t break her promise.

They threw a wild party, those gulls, with lot of screaming and fluttering around some garbage they found. Sophie was gazing at them from a safe spot and I observed the party from behind my window. It was disgusting to see how the gulls pulled out the trash of the garbage bags and threw it all over the place. Some started fighting, like they were drunk (and maybe they were).

Suddenly they broke up and flew away while screaming loud. After they were gone, “brave” Sophie showed up and started sniffing the garbage. I think I saw her eating something, but I’m not sure. Then I noticed her walking to a bottle, sniffing, nipping, making funny faces and running off.

The next morning Missy recorded this video:

After seeing this, I think Sophie has had it with parties for the time being.

Donna · Sophie

Happy Bird Day!!!

We are celebrating our birthday this month. Because we didn’t know what to ask and who to invite this year, we decided to ask Missy if she had a suggestion.

Missy showed us an article she’d just read. It seems that they’re looking for volunteers who want to hunt mice in the east of the country. Because the hunt starts next month, we thought it would be a nice present but we also wanted to have something now and more close to our home.

We heard that the coast has been terrorized by sea gulls for a while. The gulls steal people’s food in a bold way. They also attack people. Because they’re very big, we girls are not able to hunt them. We think they would even manage to lift up Donna and fly away with her. But we have another plan: we’ll go to the shore and watch them gulls. If they steal food and fly away with it, we follow them on the ground. When they drop their food, which they often do, we pick it up and run off with it. It’s also a kind of hunt, but in a different way. Brings some new excitement.


After seeing this picture, Donna started to hesitate:

– Soph, are that sea girls?
– No, it are sea GULLS.
– But they’re enormous!
– Yes, they are that’s why we’re not going to hunt them.
– They’re not looking friendly.
– They aren’t friendly, Don.
– I don’t wanna go …
– Then I’ll go alone, you’ll regret it …
– I’ll ask Missy for a fish, I’m not going to risk my tail for some third mouth food …
– Third mouth food?
– Yes, first it was the human’s, then that gull stole it, dropped it and we’re supposed to pick it up and eat it … very unhygienic, by the way …
– Well, if you see it that way … maybe we’ll better skip this adventure and wait till next month …
– Sounds like a great idea …



Cake delivery …

The purple text is written (or said) by Sophie, the black text by Donna.

Missy was baking a cake … Yeah a cake and a pizza … and we were not allowed to enter the kitchen … Yeah we were locked out of the kitchen … Don! Yeah? Don’t you interrupt me all the time! I don’t interrupt you, you’re not telling the whole story …

Well, when the cake was ready, the pizza went into the oven. When the pizza was ready it went into Missy’s mouth. How do you know? You weren’t there! We were locked up remember? Let me finish my story, will you? Anyway, I suppose it went into Missy’s mouth because when we were released, there was no pizza and no cake, only the smell of it. Did Missy eat the cake too? In the first place I thought so, but later – after we’ve got our ten o’clock food – Missy entered the room, carrying a small plate with some cake on it. I asked her to share a piece with me and what do you think? She locked us out of the livingroom. Oh, was that why we were abandoned … how selfish! Not only selfish, Don, also cruel! The only thing that human can think of is food, food and food. I’m glad we girls are not like her, we have other things on our minds than a simple cake delivery!

Donna · Sophie

Turn out the lights, the party’s over …

The humans were on vacation. Yeah, and we were at home. Because we wanted to invite some friends, we needed to check if there was enough to eat. Yeah, enough to eat … The neighbors took care of us and forgot to close the door of the top closet. Yeah, the top closet, where our food is stored. So I said … what did I say … eh … I said ‘Don, you’re such a good jumper, could you please go up there and check if there’s anything to eat?’ Donna jumped into the closet and started throwing food out of it, almost hittin’ my head with some dried meat and caramel … I started tasting. ‘Mmm, Don, these caramels taste great!’

The purple text is written (or said) by Sophie, the black text by Donna.

‘These caramels are too dur, Sophie, we can’t offer that to our friends,’ Donna concluded after chewing a piece of caramel and spitting out it on the ground, ‘let’s try the dried meat. Why do humans cover that … grrr … I have to take off the wrapping, Soph … just a minute …’ While Donna was fighting with the wrapping, I heard somebody opening the door.

‘Don … Donna … I hear somebody … come out of that closet …’
‘Our friends?’
‘I’m afraid not … I think it’s the human next door.’
‘I don’t have time to clean up …’
‘Leave it there and move your tail to the attic as quick as you can …’

I welcomed the neighbor as friendly as always. Because Donna didn’t show up, she got suspicious … and what do you think? Madam Donna was still sitting in the kitchen, on the floor, crying that she didn’t do it … it fell out of that closet itself … a local earthquake caused it … oh no, it was Sophie because she jumped so hard from the table on the floor … well …

Thank you SIS … grrrr …
I said ‘… MOVE your tail …’ and not ‘… SAVE your tail …’
What has my tail to do with it? That party was your idea. You better WATCH your own tail!