back again...

It has indeed been a long time, and a lot has happened in the household since last we spoke.

So now I will attempt to bring you up to speed with what has been happening in my life over this past year.

Not only has Twinky's daughter, Pumpkin, taken up permanent residence here, but we also have a new species joining the clan.  I call it "snack" but my humans are insisting on giving it a name - apparently this "Happy" is something called a Hamster.

Its a tough job being me, it really is...

Introducing Pumpkin

She's over a year old, is learning all the tricks in the book from me, and adding some new ones to the list...





Unfortunately she's made friends with that idiot Monkey - that's something I'm going to have to put a stop to immediately...

The Three Musketeers...

Two weeks have come and gone, and the three new terrors are making themselves known in the household.

Their eyes have opened, they can hear, and their little legs are beginning to work, so I am expecting the little bit of peace I have left, to be slowly but surely shattered over the course of the next couple of weeks. Was there ever a time when it was just me living here? Oh, I'm sure there was - there must have been - or was it just a dream?

1. Proud mother with her favourite - the oldest by about three hours - the orange in her fur distinguishes her from her sisters:



2. The Second. She's the most shy of them all - not quite asserted herself in the world yet..



3. And finally, The Great Explorer - the youngest and the smallest of the trio - but by far the most adventurous - unlike her elder sisters, she's not a talker (I think I may be able to tolerate this one...)



Okay okay, so they're cute...

The New Zoo

A lot has happened over the past few months since I posted my last pearls of wisdom here. Its a long, long story - but so as not to send you dear readers to sleep, here's the short version of the soap opera that never stops:

No.1 Twinky: yes, she was pregnant last year - but both her kittens didn't make it - they were in bad shape, and being new to this business, poor Twinky wasn't quite sure how to assume the role of motherhood. It was a sad day for all, but the little black cat made a fast recovery and life went on. Cocoa never quite recovered though - she really missed those kittens...

No.2 The mad Orange: the tomcat-about-town had his wings clipped so to speak. His days and nights on the town seemed to have caught up with him, and the two-legs finally discovered that the old boy was suffering from Diabetes - which basically means that he can't handle his sugar. So now Orange is a housecat - no more wild ramblings for him - and he gets to enjoy an injection twice a day to keep him going - lucky boy!

Unfortunately the medication seems to have given him a new lease of life, and he is now bouncing around all over the place like a mad cat - and his new hobby is bullying the filthy Monkey (very pleasing to watch). So things have turned out quite nicely...

No.3 And finally, the BIG ANNOUNCEMENT - through unexpected circumstance - Twinky became pregnant AGAIN!!! Some devious tomcat, who shall go by the name of BeeBo, sneaked into my house one January afternoon and the two of them got up to much mischief. Now the results of that union are huddled in a furry heap in the spare bathroom - yes, this time, Twinky had her kittens, who are now almost 2 weeks old...

I'm not so sure how to react to this: With four cats already in residence, most of them with personality quirks - and two imbecile dogs - there really isn't any room left for more cast members. But you know I have a soft spot for Twinky, so I suppose I am expected to be tolerant of her offspring. They are, in a way, my grandchildren after all...

Anyway that soppy old Cocoa is thrilled by the new arrivals, and has adopted the role of doggy godmother - Twinky didn't have much of a say about this.

So there you have it - the latest chapter in the saga that is my life.

More updates to follow as the little monsters slowly come to life. But here for your amusement is a short video of what they look like:



Not even two weeks old, and they already have a temper... sigh

NEWSFLASH!

Yes, yes I know I have been away for a while - but tis not my fault - its those 2-legs of mine getting distracted again!

Anyway - I'm back - and with some big news too. But as I've come to learn over the years, big news tends to also come with its fair share of stress, so before I begin, I have to calm my nerves a little...

So excuse me as I finish my Pilates session...

Waiting... waiting...

Over 2 weeks later and still no sign...

Either she's taking her time - or she's a very good actress (Or she's suddenly piled on some weight)

Another trip to the vets is in order I think....


J

Twinkie: the saga continues

Yes it is me - I haven't gone anywhere you know - just had my paws busy sorting out little Miss Twinkie's, erm, situation.

Yes, yes its confirmed, Twinkie is expecting kittens... and the entire household is in disarray. While my humans have been rushing around like simpletons wondering what to do, I've started looking for homes for the new arrivals.

Since my male two-legs came back from the vets with a look of panic in his eyes, mumbling the words "she's got two, she's got two" over and over again until I had to slap him in the face - I've been putting the word around the Network (my personal link to felines near and far) to find potential homes for the kittens.

So far I've found one, which is good news - and am still on the lookout for another. If the worst comes to the worst, I suppose I'll have to take the other one in - but I ALREADY have so many babies to look after - what with the two humans, and the idiot Monkey, and of course the two canine fools - although I must say Cocoa is pretty reliable, as long as there isn't a Jack Russel around (Cocoa is intensely jealous of Jack Russels for some unknown reason - and reverts to her primitive wolf ancestry whenever one is around).

In the meantime, Twinky is feeling the telltale signs of imminent motherhood. She has got noticeably 'lumpy' and her moods are swinging from hour to hour. Every now and again she searches the bushes for the orange tabby who got her into this mess in the first place - if you could see the look in her eyes when she's out in the garden sniffing for him, you would believe me when I tell you that she would glady beat him up to a pulp at this stage...

Twinkie visits the vets again soon for a check-up to make sure that everything is progressing smoothly. Meanwhile there's nothing else for me to do but to keep watch over her.

As the head of the house, that's my job after all - oh okay, and I'm worried about her too.




J