Kittens in the Kitchen

Hello Humans and Furry Friends,

Alberto here. Today I want to opine on the female humans attitude about our assistance in the kitchen. Oliver and I are completely befuddled when we reach out a paw to help and it isn’t appreciated.

For instance, take Ollie’s willingness to act as sous chef. Being the stocky little fellow he is, lithe leaps onto the stovetop or the counter are not his forte, so he approaches his kitchen duties very methodically.

  

First he sits patiently, watching the human work and assessing the situation. The fact that he is a bit vertically challenged does require that he may need to stretch up to attempt to obtain a better view. Remember, Oliver is a deep thinker and serious about any task he takes on, case in point, his current Purresidential campaign. If you need to get a job done, Ollie is your cat.

  

Yet, no matter how willing Oliver is to assist the female human, she never seems to appreciate the fact that he wants to lend a paw for  the task at hand. 

As for me, I prefer a more casual approach. My strength and length allow me to leap onto counters in a single bound, so I choose to peruse the cooking situation from my perch on the kitchen window while I snack on some nice wheatgrass. 

  

The female human does not appear to appreciate my services as supervisor and she is constantly removing me from my lookout post.

In light of the human’s less than gracious attitude toward our services while she is cooking, Oliver and I determined we would find another task more suited to our tastes and talents. We happily took up our new post and still the female human complained. Sheesh, go figure. 

  
If any of you felines or other furry creatures have any suggestions as to how we can better extend a paw of help, please chime in and let us know. We may be young but we are always willing to learn.

Your friend Alberto (Contador)

  

Catsies

  Hello Humans,

Al here. My human just showed me a video that may just be the most remarkable idea of 2016. One brilliant human just combined two of the internets favorite things, cats and selfies…Catsies .

Now I am a bit purrrrturbed that the aforementioned human didn’t bother to contact me to participate in the photo shoots, I mean, seriously folks, look at this face!

Ah well, purrhaps my moment of fame is still to come.

http://youtu.be/4NlSuDDcV8M

Your friend,

  

A Kitten’s Christmas

  ”Twas two nights after Christmas
And kittens so young
Were destroying gift paper
And having some fun.

The humans were snuggled all warm in their bed,
And felines so spoiled had been very well fed.

When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a guest in the garden, a beautiful deer.

He munched and he snacked
On the nice cherry tree
Then turned toward the porch,
The kittens to see.

And then those deer hooves made such a clatter
The felines, so scared all jumped and then scattered.

And they heard the deer say
As he walked back to the woods,
“Merry Christmas small kittens
Now try to be good!”

  

Moving Past The Great Barricade

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Hello Felines and Friends of Felines,
Jasmine here. My friend (or more accurately “frenimy”), Lily posted about the “Great Barricade” and I thought I would give you an update. (If you haven’t read the reason for the barricade or my self-imposed exile, you can learn about it here.

I began to feel safer and the humans opened the gate (of The Great Barricade) in the mornings. I manged several forays through the house, sat in the kitchen window and munched some wheatgrass, headed downstairs and inspected the TV room and the human’s office space. Those were a glorious few days but then Lily began to figure out my schedule and she’d wait around the corner for me to step out of the bedroom and she’d chase me back in the room.

The humans are quite distraught about this (especially the female human). I heard them talking about something called “space switching” not sure that is and not sure if I will like it.

IMG_1351[1]There has been one interesting development. The humans have added two shelter kittens to our family. They are very tiny. One is named Alberto (Contador) after the famous Spanish cyclist because he races around the house like he’s competing in the Tour de France.  Alberto (or Al) is a pretty good guy (as far as kittens are concerned). The other one, Oliver (Twist) is named because his main focus in life is eating and, if he spoke English, he’d hold out his cat bowl and say, “More cat food please”. He’s also fairly congenial as well.  The interesting thing about these kittens are that they are brothers. Evidently this is something the humans understand but I find quite perplexing.OliverUnderTable

The female human has introduced both these little whippersnappers to me and after the obligatory hissing conversations, I believe they have acknowledged my place as Alpha female and I think we just might be friends (or benevolent ruler and subjects).   As you can see from the photo below, Oliver and I are sharing some morning conversation in my domain.
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So dear friends (human and feline), although we’ve had some setbacks, the “Great Barrier” has proven to be a good thing as I can now look into the hallway and hear the sounds of every day life in the household. I (and the humans) are hoping that Lily will become so intrigued by the kittens that she will forget all about me and I will, one day soon, be sashaying around the house like the good old days.

Jasmine.