The kittens are coming!

More on dem puddy tats! Please?


Yay! An answer. I feel I'm nuts sometimes talking to myself.

Mine both meow too.

It's SO great to see Viola gain confidence and take on the world. I was so happy for her on that walk and with the explorings down the corridor. She's a gal on the move.....and attitude! Well, reminds me of you. You'd have fun together. You'd get each other. Maybe I'll make Boida a special pet name for her.

bubba doesn't so much meow as she cries. a lot...

Stinky yips and growls mostly. but he makes a variety of sounds.

when he fights through the screen it's like bad opera...

OY! Sebastian moans...a LOT. Enough already!

Poor you.

I'd like that, but I ain't all that woolly.

Miranda, in addition to yowling, also made a whiney, kvetchy sound. It made me think she had some Jewish ancestry. And when she decided to meow, it was only for emphasis. Very LOUD.

Ok....this is the funniest thing ever.

I bought a mouse glove puppet for work...it's the kind of puppet kids really talk to, it is so emotive.

Anyway, it's still home and I brought it out to see how the cats reacted. It's the size of an enormous rat, with little arms you can move with your fingers and mouth and face ditto.

Viola said it was a boring puppet, but Sebastian was GONE. He has been trying to attack it for about 45 minutes. Of course, while it looks like prey, it's got my hand inside it, so it gives as good as it gets. It was also trying to make friends with him when it wasn't biffing him back, or catching him unawares and grabbing his tail.

He ended up not knowing which end up he was and BLAZING with excitement. When I hid it away he was beside himself....he is still tearing around with eyes as big as saucers, half just running, half looking for it.

He knows it was associated with me, but can't quite figure out how. He is not quite sure who I am right now.

His excitement threw Viola into a major Le mans mode, so they're both nuts.

What a hit!

Now viola is hiding a bit of cellophane from herself under the kind of big starfish formed by the legs of my office chair. Then she pretends to have to search for it and leaps on it excitedly, fishes it out, then hides it all over again.

She looks as though she has found a treasure beyond imagining each time and is ridiculously pleased with herself.

Ha! Now she's looking for the very same super mouse she so recently disdained.

Now she has my chi ball on the ropes....no w she's killing the cat perch....now she's bounced and somersaulted down the hall.

Bloody monkey cats.

They are some sort of cat-monkey hybrid.

Loved the account of Sebastian's run-in with the giant and inexplicably sentient mouse.

They're STILL running around! Whatever happened to the 23 hours of sleep thing?

Be interesting to see what happens in the next episode of Super Mouse and the Poor Little Cat.

Deb, They're sleeping when you're not there. Not 23 hours, but a lot.

Face it, kid. You got two wild woollies. Enjoy them. I do.

Ok...this is getting silly.

Viola has joined Sebastian in bursting out of my front door into the passage whenever I open the door. It is a very long and inviting passage for two wild woollies to gallop up and down.

When it was just Sebastian, he would roll over to get his tummy scritched pretty fast, and did not seriously attempt to avoid capture. Now it's both of them, it's like herding....er, well, cats.....

I just spent 20 minutes catching and re-apartmenting them. Viola has become adept at leaping over any obstacles I place in her path to attempt to herd her. She takes pleasure in my frustration.

Sebastian gets wilder and wilder as they gallop up and down....he now rolls over to have his tummy scritched as a PLOY! It disarms me and makes his sudden dodges more evil.


Unless I am in a hurry it's great, because of the exercise we are all getting, and the fun they derive from their wickedness....you cannot imagine how chuffed with themselves they are!

When I am in a hurry....oy veh!

I know it ain't easy.

Gotta admit that I smiled the whole time I was reading your post. Not smiling that you're having difficulties. Smiling at the behavior of the woollies. You lucky bunny, you.

It has occurred to me as I react to what you have to say that the worse behavior my cats exhibited, the more I loved it. (Never said I was sane.) I think I loved the animalness of them.

You're not sane....you're a bloody CHEETAH!

Like Roberta, I was laughing at your yarn!

what would happen if you rolled over to get your tummy scritched?


I do love these kitten tales.

Sebastian nearly knocked another resident over last night.

A small, but dense, fast-moving object is no joke. Luckily Sebastian dodged. I don't think the poor guy was able to process what nearly hit him. Hope he doesn't complain!

I am not sure what would happen if I rolled over. it'd be fun to try, but I'd be bloody embarrassed if someone saw me!

I have to say that woollies cause a great deal of laughter here, too. They are just FUNNY. except when I want to murder them. I don't know what, exactly, is so funny....in a way it's just pleasure at their happiness and confidence in their own importance....but they do seem to have a sense of humour and fun....and Viola's wild demonstrations of love and occasional manic episodes just make me brim over with laughter and delight.

It just occurred to me that I have cats you can play chasey with....just like a human, or a dog.

Some horses delight in doing that, too, when you go to bring them in!

Remembering the time I tried to catch a horse that was being playful. Ooooh. I said a lot of dirty words. But I laughed too. Glad dem woollies make you smile and laugh, kid.

Did you catch the horse?

The pony I learned to ride on would muster any sheep or cattle that were in the paddock with her and use them as a screen, until she had had her fun, and let you catch her. You could see her smirking.

Viola is hunting mosquitoes. She's my hero.

Who knew making the bed could become dangerous?

It's always a favourite woolly time....they go quite berserk tearing in and out of the sheets as I attempt to wrest them from their sharp little grasps and their woolly little bodies, but today it was a wild circus, with woollies hooning around the house and galloping back in to undo my efforts.

I got run over a few times, but didn't expect to be hit fair in the face by both of them as they leapt onto the bed...ouch!

Lucky it was claw cutting morning earlier!

Is that getting any easier, Deb? ..... now that they're considerably bigger & all?