The kittens are coming!

My new dining suite arrived IN YET MORE CARDBOARD BOXES and the dining table has to be assembled.

More boxes, just what I wanted. More self assembly blues. Just what I wanted.

Also, outdoor cat run arrived in yet more cardboard boxes. At least these are in the shed.

Woollies are jumping from box to box like little marcel waved mouflon.

Time for a good old Amish kaboodle raising party. Can I lure them with good curry?

Yeah right. "The cat ate my present" Oldest story in the world.

They didn't EAT it, fortunately......it was returned in perfect condition and is now in the hands of its intended recipient.

Bad, cynical Prussian!

Congrats on the new stuff. As my grandmother used to say, you should enjoy it in good health. She had no expression that I recall for putting stuff together. My grandfather put everything together and didn't appreciate kibbitzing.

Give dem woollies a hug from me.

As they are currently asleep on my feet, under the bed covers, and one of them is snoring, I will have to give the hug later.

My progreSs with the furniture is sadly very slow. I am now extremely averse to unpacking and assembling furniture!

So is the furniture put together?

How you doin'?

How's dem woollies?

Furniture very much together. Here is latest woolly story.

That Sebastian! I got home late....no Sebastian. Finally found him locked in the second shower cubicle.....which he had obviously fallen into when he was showing off by walking around the top of. Had been there some time as he had pulled all my drying washing down into the cubicle and made a nest. As well as pissing on a pillow slip. He's very well house trained so he must have been desperate.

Later, I was multi-tasking as I was trying to rip a garbage bag off the roll to put the old cat litter into as I changed a tray. This didn't work well so I popped the garbage roll onto the top of a high bookcase so the bloody cats, who were fascinated by it, couldn't get it. Sebastian spent the next twenty minutes trying to figure out how to get up there, but couldn't manage it. Then, when I went to get the roll, he immediately saw his chance to get up there by jumping onto my shoulder and.....in a move that caused me real pain....using it as a launching pad to get on top of the bookcase.

His face when he realised the garbag roll was no longer up there, but in my hands, was a sight. I was NOT a happy cat owner and he went from super smart arse to dejected in two seconds flat. I have put the garbag roll back up on the bookcase in an atempt to torture him in revenge.....but my guess is that I'll hurt myself more, because I think he's going to figure out its worth trying a leap from the bed later, and he will create havoc.

Thanks for the update. I love dem felines. They're so difficult. So self-centered. So me, me, me.

Sorry you were hurt by the monster. I hope your prediction about his attempt to leap when you're sleeping does not come true.

It didn't. However, I just now got home from work. I was changing from work to home stuff and was naked from the waist up when he chose to clamber up me and onto my shoulder. Now I have even more scratches and Sebastian is in the dog house....not that he appeared to feel remotely chastened when I told him off!

Viola is alternately licking my face with her tuna tongue, or affectionately shoving her bum into my face, just to show how much she cares. So much love is going to wear my face out.

Latest appalling behaviour.

Both cats have taken to dive-bombing my head...fortunately mostly when it is under the covers.....when they know I am awake but I am not getting up to get their breakfast. Once upon a time, only Viola did it. They take it in turns now. They sit on my knees, wiggle their bottoms, then spring into the air, landing on my head, wrapping their legs around it firmly and biting.

The other morning, Viola was sitting on my chest with her bum in m face, to show her love for me. She was blocking my ipad, so I asked her to move. She wouldn't, so I gave her tail, which was pretty much in my mouth, a gentle nip.

She rounded on me and biffed me so hard that my glasses flew across the room. She was so pleased to see that that she gave me a kiss.

It's a battle, and I am not winning.

Yes, deb, I'm sympathetic to your trials and tribulations. I'm sympathetic to the aggravation. Also a little jealous. I miss my beasties driving me crazy.

Yes, it's a battle. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you ain't gonna win. You can keep battling, but lower your expectations.

Love dem woollies. (Love you too, kid.)

Actually, THEY'RE battling at present.

Things became a bit strained when Sebastian escaped one night and came home smelling wrong. Viola got unsettled and was treating him as sort of a strange cat for a day. This led to him responding to her aggression with superior fire power.....he'd get really excited and treat it asa rough game, I think, but she was really upset.

She's defensive with him and sometimes hisses and biffs him when he comes to join her near me. As just happened now. It's odd.....she seems to be partly playing, partly serious. He gets way too rough for her and it gets quite dramatic. They're starting up a brawl now.......I THINK she's playing....but it'll all end in tears again, aha...she brought mousie for me to throw...

Just been reading this thread! Those two sound absolutely amazing! Great fun. Haven't had a cat for some time now - our present dog isn't keen on them - but I do love them, and miss owning them. Love reading about their adventures.

They're a weird mob all right! Glad you enjoy the antics and disasters.

The reference to superior fire power puts me in mind of an incident with Mikey the monster cat. (Sigh.)

My neighbor had two Siamese. I had Mikey the monster. There was a meet-up in the hall. The two Siamese took one look at Mikey and both simultaneously rolled over on the backs. Instant submission. Mikey was indifferent. Cleo wanted to play. She cautiously approached Mikey. He wasn't interested. She came a little closer. Julius followed--cautiously. She got too close, as far as Mikey was concerned. He lifted one of his oversized paws and gave her a little tap. She flew across the hall. A little tap.

The owner ushered both Siamese back into her apartment. The end of Mikey's adventures with the neighbors. I'm guessing that he weighed three or four times what the Siamese weighed. And was built like a bulvon. I miss the big lug.

He would have made a fortune working for the Mafia.......

Mafia cat ...

Mikey the enforcer. He scared humans too. I loved that feline.

He coulda enforced debt repayments.....taken out their poodles and such.

I'm now picturing him wearing a shoulder holster.

Your little ones are smaller, but far more active--and far more mischievous. Also unarmed.