De volgende brief ontving ons mens van Grote Staart:
U kunt hier de hele brief lezen: bijpraat-van-grote-staart
Deze middag zag ik (Sophie) een nieuwe kat op ons balkon. Het leek mij een vriendelijke jongen maar Donna dacht daar anders over:
Sophie: Don, eh … weet jij wie dit is?
Rode kat: Hoi, wie zijn jullie? Ik woon …
Donna: hier niet! Wegwezen jij!
Sophie: Don, waarom doe je zo onaardig?
Donna: Ik word blazerig van lui die onuitgenodigd op mijn balkon komen!
Sophie: Misschien was het een ontsnapt lid van de Staarten Commissie?
Donna: Mij ‘n zorg … wat ga jij nu weer doen?
Sophie: Een hapje eten zoeken … mag dat niet?
Donna: Mag dat niet? Ons territorium wordt geschonden en mevrouw gaat een hapje eten zoeken …
Sophie: Als ik honger heb kan ik ons territorium niet goed bewaken, jij past toch wel even op?
Donna: Wie anders? Ik moet hier alles in de gaten houden! Eten? Daar heb ik geen tijd voor!
Zoals u zult begrijpen, laat ik mij niet door dat intimiderende gedrag van mevrouw Donna van mijn stuk brengen. Ik heb een bericht naar Grote Staart gestuurd om hem te melden dat ik wellicht een van zijn leden heb gevonden. Wat ik er niet bij heb vermeld is dat Donna de arme drommel weer heeft weggejaagd …
This video shows us eating from the food machine that was a present from my alien friends.
As you can see, Donna is stealing my food keeping her head in the machine to eat as much as possible. I hope my alien friends watch this and teach Donna to share the food.
Maybe you remember Sophie’s always dreaming about a white tailed prince? Well, Missy found one. What did I say? Missy found a bunch of them. I expected Sophie to be pleasantly surprised but what do you think? Madam complained it was too late, she’s too old for it … decided to stay single.
I have always been a career kitty, never wanted to date. Since I’m getting older too I think one of these fluffy guys would be good company (or maybe both of them). It’s too bad they live far from here and I don’t want to move to another country. Maybe I can get in touch with them on the internet or using WhatsApp. I’ll check with Missy if she can support on it.
Never thought my sister Donna could be so animating … well in fact she isn’t, but Missy created a small animation of some pictures she recently took from Donna.
It looks like Donna is saying “yes” to something although I can’t imagine to what. Maybe Missy asked her if she wanted something to eat? It can also be that she shrugs her shoulders, like she wants to say “I don’t know” or “I don’t care”. The last thing she would never say to Missy but she tells me all the time. Or is she panting? Well I guess I’ll never know and Donna won’t remember.
Did you see this on Facebook?
and this is miss Sophie’s reply on it:
Now I’m asking you: do you think this is fair? The hammock was a gift from the guy next door to both of us and Sophie claims it all the time. I aimed for hammock sharing but she doesn’t want to hear from it.
Remember this story? It looks like history is repeating itself … nothing has been changed in four years … 😦
We found this on Facebook and liked it so much that we want to share it with you.
I said, Don … Don, I said, I wish I was that plant. It gets more attention than I. Even that spot of light gets more attention. Do you understand that human? Well, I don’t! I saw her staring at a picture of us one day. She didn’t even notice that I was standing behind her. You know what the thing is with that human, Don? Let me tell you: since she’s staring through that black box, she forgets about the real world around her. I was told that when the clock strikes twelve, that thing will grow on her eye. That’s why I want to warn her and also because I want a HUG and I’m HUNGY!!!
Mmm … I get your point, Soph. I also noticed that but I have some tricks to get her attention. When she’s sitting on the ground with that black box, I go sit on her lap. Once she was leaning against the stairs, taking some pics of a flower, so I climbed the stairs and poked her. Since Missy can’t resist me, I always get the attention I need. When I want a hug, I first give her a hug; when I’m hungry, I ask for food. It’s as simple as that!
Oh, Don … I think I understand what you’re saying. You’re such a smart cookie! Do you believe the black box will grow on Missy’s eye when the clock strikes twelve?
Of course not, Soph! Where did you hear that? It’s the silliest thing I ever heard! Missy was born with that black box on her eye!
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!
Sophie always tells things about me. You know … bad things, like I chase her, steel her food, upset her. What she doesn’t tell is that I’m a caring kitty.
You see, I’m not a bad girl! Because I don’t have as much fur as Sophie, I’m often feeling cold. The cat next door gave us a hammock. Sophie was not interested in it because it smelled like the guy, so I used to sleep in it. Suddenly Sophie got her eye on it, I think because it smelled like me, and climbed into it.
It was a cold day and my feet, tail tip and ear tips were almost frozen. So I kindly asked Sophie if I could lie in the hammock for a moment. Well, you see what her answer was. Missy felt sorry for me and put a blanket on the ground, close to the radiator. And what do you think? Sophie jumped out of the hammock and … lay down on the blanket … I think I heard her mumble “That’s also MINE …”
I’m upset. Not just in a bad mood, but really upset. What happened? Donna and I should organize the annual Halloween party this year. You know I love parties and I’m always looking forward to Halloween.
The moment I started to invite our friends, Donna said she didn’t feel well. I thought it was a hair ball that bothered her because kept on throwing up. To be sick for more than two days of a hair ball is little strange, though. On the third day, Missy put her in the Kitty Bag and took her to the vet. They returned in less than an hour. When I asked Donna what was wrong, she said they didn’t know. She’s got a shot against nausea and when that didn’t help she had to return to the clinic for some tests.
I was a little worried, I have to admit. That night Donna slept in the Kitty Bag, which is very unusual.
The good thing was that she didn’t chase me, like she used to. Well, at least it was good for me.
Two days later it looked like she had recovered so I kindly asked her if she was able to lend me a paw on the Halloween party preparations. “Hallowhat?” she said. For a moment I thought she was going to throw up again. I reminded her of the promise we made to our friends. “Hallowhere?”, she answered.
“Here in our house of course!”
“On October 31, like every year!”
“Oh no, we can’t do that, Soph. My stomache feels so weak. When I see all those monsters wandering around our house I might get sick again. Can’t you organize it somewhere else?”
I felt so disappointed, she knows how much I like Halloween and now she asks me to organize it somewhere else. The kitty next door isn’t home at Halloween and I don’t know if the other cats in our street want me to organize the party in their house. Because Missy felt sorry for me, she created a special Halloween card.
I still hope Donna changes her mind or I’ll be invited to another party because I already ordered my costume …