Step 8 - Operation Daddy etc...

Now that you are getting sufficient room in bed and for that matter called to bed every night by your Daddy for fussing and treats, I must say you are doing pretty well - as am I! :) The only things left to teach your Daddy are subtle refinements and improvements in the way he treats you. My first goal and therefore my Step 8, has been to teach Daddy to fuss me gently in his sleep...

Therefore Step 8 is quite difficult as you're trying to train your Daddy's unconscious brain, so his fussing of you becomes as natural a reflex to him as does rolling over in his sleep to make more room in bed for you! You must therefore go about this with the most gentle of touches so as not to wake the slumbering Daddy... Oh yes just a feather soft touch with a velvet paw will work, though if he remains stubborn you are free to use a little more force, such as the violent headbutt or the claw of death - however this will result in your Dad waking up in a very bad mood, so use them sparingly. The real trick to training your Daddy's subconscious mind is to work on him as he drifts off to sleep and to wake up early to start work on him again the second the radio alarm goes off. If a Dad can fall to sleep fussing you softly and in a pleasing way to you and wake up doing the same, it takes very little for the sleeping brain to work out what it is supposed to be doing when prompted by the touch of your paw... This sort of training is really worthwhile, especially for those Dad's who seem to spend a lot of the day hunting for the family food. It gives you all the time you could want for your fussing with Daddy, while letting him get some vital sleep - I mean you don't want him too weak and tired to hunt you down some yummy treats! Oh no that would be a very bad thing... :( However a Daddy who can fuss you in his sleep will relax deeply and feel more refreshed in the morning, ready to go and tackle the world to get you your rightful treats and dinners! :)

Once you have your Daddy trained in this way you really will have a Daddy to be proud of, though remember to settle for nothing less than purrfection! ;)

On another note I'm having to spend a lot of time cuddling My Mummy right now as she found out yesterday on Grandpurrs 82nd Birthday that Grammy is in hospital (in fact the same one that My Marie's Mommy visits all the time) for a bloodclot in her leg and a suspected tumour in her abdomen, which they haven't been able to biopsy as yet due to the need to bust the clot first. Since Grandpurr is not well domesticated My Mummy's pretty concerned about his ability to look after himself properly, as well as for what is happening to Grammy - especially since she's only just started to recover from having 3 of her 4 parathyroids removed in December. With Isis pregnant too, Mummy's very much bound to be here for the birth and the first few weeks of the kittens lives as she doesn't take her responsibility to us lightly... So if you suddenly notice we're missing for a week or so, you know we're ok and that Mummy's making a mad dash to Calgary. In the meantime, please purr that Grammy is ok and that My Mummy doesn't have to go, cause we just hate it when she's away - even if Daddy is far better trained then he used to be, he's just not My Mummy!

Mancat Monday Moaning...

OK, so it wasn't a "Bad" weekend as such, but I didn't get enough Mummy time and am therefore suffering from a lack of snuggles... It seems My Mummy felt she needed to go help Dad and D'boy tidy up Dad's Mum's Garden, which meant I had to go one whole night without My Mummy cuddling me! :( I know it's utterly horrific treatment and I think I might have to take strategic action, but for now I'm working out exactly what form that might take as I hear My Mummy's going to be abandoning me for another 50 squillion hours to go to "Fizzy-O" midweek. What exactly is "Fizzy-O" for a start and why can't they do it without My Mummy being there?! Surely they should understand I'm a cat with needs and one of those is constant access to My Mummy!

Mummy keeps telling me it's not going to take a long time and it's going to help her left shoulder that hasn't worked properly in about 12 months now... Honestly I don't see a problem with the shoulder myself, I mean she can still snuggle and fuss me - so what's all this about seriously restricted range of movement and a need for "Fizzy-O" and then a cortisone injection? The last I heard cortisone's what they used to try and stop Tigmut'hep over grooming his belly, I'm sure I'd have noticed if My Mummy was over grooming her own belly too! ;) So why all the fuss and bother? Really what they need to do is put her on complete bed rest with hot feline therapy sessions and by that I don't mean my naughty little sister burrowing her way down the bed in the middle of the night to lick My Mummy's arms before crawling off to sleep by Dad's legs... Oh no I mean my snuggling in My Mummy's arms for hours on end - I mean surely there's nothing else out there that couold possibly make her feel as good as that?! ;)

Thinking Thursday 13...

Well I've not been doing much thinking of late, so I thought I'd do some today since it's Thursday... My thoughts for the day are as follows:

1. I just LOVE My Mummy's new bed, it's soooooo comfy.
2. Why did My Mummy have to get up, I was soooooo comfy.
3. Why does Dad have to take up so much room, if he'd move over a foot or two I'd be even more comfy! ;)
4. Why does Isis have to be in a playful mood when I'm soooooo sleepy?
5. Why did Tigmut'hep get up, it's practically unnatural? ;)
6. Why isn't the catnip growing as well now, it's just not fair... :(
7. How come Tigmut'hep always manages to get the largest portion at breakfast, he's such a piggy!
8. Why is Tigmut'hep obsessed with his own belly?
9. How come Isis keeps on talking about boys as soon as the weather starts getting cooler?
10. How many kittens will she have in her next litter and can I play with them all? :)
11. Will I get extra treats for being a good Uncle from My Mummy?
12. When do the clocks change so I can have an extra hour in bed with My Mummy?
13. How much longer is it until bedtime, I'm soooooo sleepy? (ok so I shouldn't have stayed up most of the night playing chase with my 'sis....)

Thinking Thursday

I've been thinking again and I must say I'm very happy that Isis has found herself a nice Mancat at long last! One who's understanding about her desire for kittens too, so she can have the best of both worlds... A sweet natured Mancat to flirt with and call her own as well as still being able to enjoy the life of a Queen, with her occasional eer professional eer relationships that result in Isis coming home all happy and pregnant! :)

The other thing I've been thinking about is the fact that we've not had enough summer fun treats recently! While I understand that Mummy's trying to keep an eye on my weight after my attempts at eating for 4 during Isis pregnancy, a Mancat still needs his summer time treats or he might fade away... ;) So I've been helping My Mummy think and gather that she'll be making us some chicken stock and catnip jelly that we can snack on when it's warm - how cool is that?! :)

This got me to thinking about how much I love My Mummy, which resulted in her noticing my claws were a little sharp and I was decididly furry! :S Yep, I had a pawdicure, a light bath and a good grooming - all under a goodly degree of protest I might add... Oh well I still love My Mummy, 'cause I got to sleep in my best cuddle spot all night with her 'cause apparently I small really nice now! :)

Thursday Thirteen

Here are thirteen things My Mummy didn't do at the Dr's that I might have tried on my vet if he showed me a needle that big, as well as things I've done to take My Mummy's mind off of the shoulder pain:

1. Mummy says she didn't bite the Dr.
2. Mummy says she didn't even scratch the Dr.
3. Mummy didn't even scream the surgery down according to Dad!
4. Dad didn't have to chase Mummy and catch her and drag her back to the Dr's for her shot!
5. Mummy didn't need to have a bath when she came home, so I guess she didn't even pee herself with nerves!
6. Mummy didn't have to be bought home from the Dr's in a PTU!
7. Mummy didn't get a treat bikky from Dad for being good at the Dr's! :(
8. I stuck my claws into Mummy's leg so she stopped thinking about her shoulder!
9. I rewarded Mummy for being good by giving her a new fur coat!
10. I rubbed my head against Mummy's shoulder to make it feel better...
11. I didn't bug Mummy for cuddles all night, I just slept quietly between her and Dad!
12. I didn't jump on Mummy like I usually do to wake her up and poke her in the shoulder, I just stood up in bed and asked her to wake up in my bestest voice!
13. I've offered to cuddle with Mummy in bed all day if she wants to rest her shoulder that much, it's a huge sacrifice to make, but I'm a very devoted and loyal kinda mancat so I'm only too pleased to offer this sort of intensive care to My Mummy!

Thinking Thursday

I've been thinking today that this innocent look hides many naughty tricks... You see My Mummy was woken up at 3:16am by the "Escape Committee" having escaped and caused my poor 'sis to scream the house down while trying to herd the three miscreants! Following a number of other escape attempts made as soon as My Mummy and Dad started to fall back to sleep, they gave up and rearranged the furniture in their bedroom... As soon as they finished this and started to settle once more, with me well snuggled between them the kittens worked out the rules for "Thundering Herd of Elephants" and started playing... I think this was beastly of them as it started My Mummy and Dad laughing and this disturbed my snuggle and beauty sleep! Then of course the birdies woke up and because it was obvious that My Mummy and Dad were awake Tigmut'hep decided to come and join the fun! ;) This meant that he trampled all over the bed and jumped into the window (opening the curtains to make sure My Mummy and Dad were now fully awake) and started talking to the birdies... Not to be out done I had to go join him, as did Isis, while keeping half an eye on the kittens who were still playing "Thundering Herd of Elephants".

I think it'll come as little surprise to all your beans that My Mummy has been reduced to living off of tea and coffee today in an effort to keep herself awake! Dad got about 2 hrs more sleep than Mummy so is fairing a little better, but I think I may well be in for an early night of bed snuggling with My Mummy tonight! :) See something good always comes out of something not so good... ;)

Mancat Monday...

Well seeing as I now have 3 young students to teach the art of being a mancat to, I have been most busy! But as you can see from the above photographic evidence I have already taught one of my little nephews how to lounge around and nap like a proper little mancat with a big full tummy! :) I'm rightfully proud of my achievements as it's none too easy to get these kittens to sit still and listen to anything that's not to do with milk, so I have devised a training system that focuses on the things they like while teaching them the essentials! I like to think of it as the "3 M's", milk, mummy and mancatliness! ;) Since the first 2 come naturally to them they already are filled with a sense of achievement and personal pride, all the better for learning about being a proper mancat! :) This of course leaves Delta's further education to my 'sis and Miss Peach - she will undoubtedly learn how to drive a mancat wild and the fine art of throwing a tea party! :)

Super Saturday!

Oh I'z so excited as My Mummy, Dad and d'boy are going off in a bit to collect my 'sis! :) They phoned My Mummy yesterday afternoon and said she could come and get Isis when ever she wanted to, cause she'd been doing the ickle baby kitten making dance all day... It seems my little 'sis has turned into a demanding ladycat! ;)

Anyway My Mummy arranged to go get Isis today just before lunchtime, so she'll be home in time for her dinner tonight! Heck I'z may even be nice enough to leave her a little of my breakfast for when she gets home... Oh and Tigmut'hep's missed her so much dat he's taken to sleepin' in d'big, huge, massive luxury cat carrier! There's him tellin' everykitty he's such a tough nut and d'Boss, but really he's a big old mushpot! ;)

Wednesday Washings...

Isis here again! :) Big brother Ramses says I can blog on Wednesdays from now on if I'm a good girl... Ok, so he said I could blog on Wednesdays if "I was a good girl and got off his head right that second!" But I know what he meant... ;) He's such a lovely brother... :)

Anyway this is one of my favourite pastimes! Playing Mummy Cat and 'ikle baby kitten, cause it's such a good game and Ramses does make the sweetest of 'ickle baby kittens... :)

The game involves my cleaning every inch of him until he's exhausted and falls to sleep like a good little kitten should! Once I'm sure he's had enough nap time it's time to play with my toys, then I make him run round the house with me holding mousie in my mouth, this is to help his legs get all big and strong! Once he's good and tired, I take him to the kitchen and show him and mousie where the food bowls are and make them both eat! :) Well you wouldn't want my mousie to die of starvation would you?! After that, I tuck mousie up in bed in my tent with my other toys. :) Then it's time for my 'ickle baby kitten's next wash and nap time... :)

For some reason it's about now that Ramses insists of falling out of character and making me play on my own, while he goes and has a nap near Mummy in her office, saying that Mummy will protect him from me and let him have some peace... :( Anyway once he's sleeping nicely I sneak in and curl up with him, so he doesn't get cold - a Mummy Cat can't go leaving her little baby kitten sleeping all on his own now can she?! ;)

So why does he keeps moaning about my games being undignified to his status as a Mancat?! I'm sure his Sweety the lovely Marie would have to agree with me too, 'cause he makes the sweetest 'icke baby kitten there ever was! :)

Now isn't that just the cutest thing you've ever seen... He's such a good 'ickle baby kitten! :)

Snuggling is what I do best...

Oh what a wonderful time I had last night! :) I managed to squerm my way between Mummy and Dad at about 2am and curled myself up around Mummy's left arm, my tail and legs wrapped around it and my head resting on her hand as a pillow. It was total bliss and so nice and warm too, or it was until Dad started to snore! At this point Mummy rolled over to get away from the horrid noise and I lost my cuddle arm... So I pummelled Dad's bottom until he stopped it! ;) In the end I got my cuddle spot back and slept on like that wrapped around Mummy's arm until the alarm went off at 7:00am, but since Mummy was all tired from being awake due to Dad's horrid snoring I got to stay snuggled up with her until she finally got up half an hour later! Oh how I love this time of year, when it's cool enough to want to snuggle all night with Mummy, but before they get out that horrid feeling quilt for the winter... Yes, I'm a blanket loving cat! :)

Wednesday weirdness

Isis and I have been trying to see how many weird positions we can get to sleep in... So far Mummy thinks this one is the best! Little does she know this is a work in progress... ;)