Catster

return to top

I´m the Kitten - Resistance is futile

Hi kitties all!

Mom called me the other night and told me to watch a documentary with her on TV. Guess whom it was all about? My famous namesake Mumtaz Mahal! Ok, I have that extra T my purrents think is so witty, but I strive to emulate the real Mumtaz in every point.
I am regal, I brook no opposition, I am of the utmost importance to those around me.
There is one thing, though where we differ. Mumtaz Mahal had 14 kittens! Now, for a cat that would be no great feat. 2 or 3 litters will easily do the trick. But apparently for humans it is rather an achievement. Poor Mumtaz died when she gave birth to No. 14, though, so I am quite content with my lot.
But it was nice to see the regal splendour of the Mogul palace. The pillows she had!
Should give mom and dad some ideas for interior re-decoration!

Mumtatz to the Angel gang: request help comforting mommy

Last night our human grandad died. Very suddenly and with little forewarning.
Mommy is still in shock - so Thorgal, Richard, Lars, Bear, Giotto and the others: where are you?

Guess who´s back?

I was napping on Auntie Ursula´s stomach the day before yesterday (she was supposed to work but the combined weight of the computer and a friendly kitty, plus the warm rays of the sun had caused her to doze off) and who should waltz in as if they had not been gone for 4 weeks?
Mom and Dad!
I hid under the sofa just to make sure they got it: they are STRANGERS to me, STRANGERS!!
But then they unwrapped our pressie and I just couldn´t play cool anymore, nor could Jolan!
It was a springbok skin!! Imagine!
The smell, the feel of the thing - sooo exciting!
We rolled around on it and sniffed it and I even tried to pull some of the hair out, until mom turned it over.
We are big game hunters now. Whoohooo!