Back alive

En vanaf vandaag zweren we de Engelse taal weer af. Ik ben tenslotte een Noorse Boskat. Toegegeven.....mijn moers-taal ben ik kwijt door het jarenlange vertoeven hier in Fem Herrers Land, dus de Nederlandse vlag wappert weer vrolijk in de cattery.

Niets nieuws onder de zon sinds februari dit jaar en ik mijn weblog verwijderde.

Wel hebben wij hier een groot verlies geleden door het wegvallen van onze Very Big Mama Poedeloet. Hier wil ik het overigens bij laten.

Nieuwe tales, nog geen nieuwe katten, en ook geen kittens.

Wel veel gebeurd......en vanaf vandaag dan ook weer werk achter de schrijftafel.

Mette vertelt......nog steeds!!!!

Gulnara

Yesterday our Gulnara was speyed.

She is afraid of all the other cats around here en because of that they chase after her. She is a victim that never strikes back and the other cats know that.
So, Hummy (that is her petname) came home yesterday with a ieniemienie zipper.
She is doing fine and loves all the attention whe give her.

Whe hope that the spaying will do her some good en gives her more self-confidence.

Sinterklaas

Today is Santa Claus presentevening.
Here in Holland we call him Sinterklaas. Its the man with the long beard and his Black Pieten.
Santa Claus is for us the American name for the Christmass man.

No presents for us cats today because it is tradition that humans give each other presents. It is especialy for children.
But..........with all that wrapping paper whe have a party for our own. And if there is also a box where I can hide myself in......then......Sinterklaas present evening is not such a bad day for us afterall.

I hear his horse upon the roof
and a sound that something trough the chimney move
And then suddenly a Black Piet sits in the fireplace
His clothes so bright and a very black face
And in his hands a bag with toys
I see him moving but make no noise
My onwners have set their shoes with a carrot for Sint's horse
It is the meaning that they will get some treats instead of it, offcourse.
Well hello kitty, says Black Piet
It was already a year ago that we did meet
I go of now, I can no longer stay
But I will meet you next year again on Sinterklaas present evening day.

Let's name her............

Hmmm……I have a little problem.
I think!!!!
No…..it’s not little, it’s huge.

How do I call the persons that I’m living with? You know….that male and female.
Oke….lets forget about the male…..he’s not at all in the picture.
He’s shoes are. They are the most delicious things here on earth, I have to say.
They are like a drug to me. When he comes at home and takes his shoes off I ran to them and lay myself down on top of them and smell the wonderful warm odor that’s coming from it.
He thinks I love him. Pitty one.

Uh……back to my problem.
She, Henriette, the female.!

In Holland I call her “vrouwtje”.
That’s Dutch for “lovely little woman”. She’s not so little at all, but here we give our loves ones after the names we call them “tje”. Just like you use to say to a big lovely person “My little flower, or…..”my little cute one”.
You know what I mean?
I refuse to call her mom. She isn’t.
And she doesn’t want to be called mom either.
I could write down her name in my logs, but she wants it to be private.
So….what’s left then?
Can-opener?
No……our food is from a good quality. No cans.
Owner?
Well…..I could mention a dozen reasons for not wanting me to call her my owner.
But what then?
Jetje, “she”, “her”, the woman.

I have a picture from her on my laptop. Maybe if you take a look at it you all can give me some ideas how to call her.

But keep it quit. She doesn’t like it at all when I show her face on the www.

Here she is. The most imported person off this family.

Aramis

Hello you all.

I was a time out of order. Uh....no actually not me....but my female-owner.
And while I love my human pet I nursed here when she was having a cold.
I layed down at her belly en so arrested her from coming out of her bed.
I tough yob. But some-one has to do it.

Time to meet our Aramis. They call him Musky. Why???
Aramis is the name of one of The Musketeers. So Musky is short for it.
Luckily my name, Mette, is short of nothing.

Musky is my half-brother and a big boy. And he is so lovely.
He gives bites out of love. In Dutch we call them "liefdesbeetjes".
I wonder.....do they like me here the most.....or Musky?

More of my family

The white boy is Pavel. He is three years old. The biggest cat in my family.







And this one is Tinkerbell. The smallest cat in my family.




Oops.........wrong one.



Here she is.

Oracle language

I have changed my mind.

I will posts some pics of my family later. I want to tell you a story. Because that's what I like the most.

Jetje bought a book where you can look up signs that us cats give with their body on questions you ask them.
So iff humans have a problem, ask us cats and whe tell them what to do.
Whe are all furry fortune cookies.
There are about 1000 body signs with their answers.
Mom called me and did place me in front of her. She grabbed the book and asked me:
"what can I learn from this book"?
Well....I winked with one eye, I moved my tail, I cratched behind my ear. I can't remember iff I made a sound or not, but I certainly turned one ear left and one ear right before I stood up and walked away, shaking my head.
Mom wrote down al my signs and looked them up in the book. But she could not find it in a short periode of time.
My answer was: read the book, before you ask me again.
After half an hour she closed the book, looked me in the eye and said "perhaps its better that I do some research first in this book before I ask you another question, Mette".

- Live is that simple-