Miss Elvira: Bold, Fresh, with Tortitude to Spare!
Miss Sneakers and Miss Friday: Playful, Curious and both All Tuxie...Texan Born & Bred!
You Giva Us No Trouble, We Giva You No Smack!
Creative writing, experiences, outspoken observations & opinions, on life, & the world around them, by the cats of writer Kiril Kundurazieff;
Taking 1 step at a time on the Journey of Discovery, & Enlightenment, that comes with having 9 Lives to work with.
Good evening felinity assembled, Elvira Mistress of Felinity here!
Little Miss Friday has been making good progress, since our last report, eating her food and developing rudimentary social skills as she interacts with Sneakers and me.
As I do my darndest to be the serious, mature, adult of the pair of us, Sneakers engages the little one in lots of play and exercise even as she does her part in helping me teach the little one new skills and helps her understand there are things that she should not do as well.
Despite my best efforts I DO sometimes engage her a little bit, bluffing at chasing her and making a big show of running from her when she makes a play at me.
She has begun to learn her letters and has taken to repeating, far too much for my taste, a little ditty Sneakers taught her to help her remember...
I swear, I wanna kill that girl! She thinks it's cute!
The little one seems to only sing the thing when I am awake and Sneakers is napping and it's driving me NUTS!
Since she's in her safe room most of the day I can't give her "the look" and make her stop for a while.
Good evening felinity assembled, Elvira Mistress of Felinity here.
As shown in my last post we have a large window in our new home and Sneakers and I ended up deciding the access arrangement needed changes.
With the reluctant co-operation of a certain book reading statue our concerns were addressed, a special request of mine was added in the window, and we took our first daylight observations on Christmas Day.
Sneakers took the first look and urged me to forgo a nap and investigate for myself.
Good morning felinity assembled, Elvira Mistress of felinity here to conclude the story of our move-in adventure.
On the 23rd the plan was to toss our food and litter buckets and boxes, the vacuum and a few other small things, on the flatbed dolly, with Sneakers & I, in our carriers, on top of the pile, and walk an hour to our new home.
This actually sounded fun and interesting and would have no doubt led to several cool photos...but it was not to be.
Daddy ran into the white neighbor lady who regularly feeds the strays in the courtyard below our old place and she offered to stuff everything into the trunk and back seat of her car and take us to the new place.
Ceiling Cat works in mysterious ways and, as with how we finally got the move under way, a way was found to finish the job.
Good afternoon felinity assembled, Elvira Mistress of felinity here to continue the story of our move.
It was the evening of the 21st and a black fellow cashier co-worker of Daddy Kiril's came over with her husband's pick-up truck, her young son and 2 young nephews, 3 young, rambunctious human boys aged 10 to 12 years old, who she assigned to help daddy use the dollies to move everything.
Sneakers was again tossed into the walk-in closet and I stayed out of the way, hiding where ever I could find a corner to hole up in.
It took several trips, over 5 hours, but they got the job done by 1am.
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