Oh, Albert

This evening my adorable Foreign White baby Albert decided to turn to a chocolate smoke Oriental van, after playing with and breaking two of my brown powder shadows.

“Oh, fab, they can fly from the shelf with just a tiny little push of a helpful paw, like da bomb making a BANG when they land!
And see how they glitter after falling into pieces in the bathtub, let me smear that a bit and dance on the shiny pearly miniature stardust…
Oh, my paws, look how lovely and chocolatey they are and my nose, am I not a star?
Oh dear, Mom is coming, I will run like the wind and keep on dancing all over the house, landing in one of the off-white sofas, rolling in it back and forth to press all the cacao coloured dust deeper into my once upon a time snow-white fur”.

OH, ALBERT…

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Albert is a dark genius and a great artist

A beheaded pig greets us as we enter our home. A Yule goat from the upper floor, dragged all over the house and pushed down the stairs, is lying lifelessly in the corridor.

A cow has met its end by drowning in a bowl in the kitchen.

Under the Christmas tree devoid of half of its decorations sits Albert and stares at us. We have been away. The whole day. He worked on his latest performance and is happy to present it for us.

The crown of his creation meets us when I throw my tired bottom on the sofa, landing it midst of a pile of wet mice and fluffy white hearts; all the red ribbons that they hung by meticulously pulled out and left aside

Albert

Albert

Imre and his friends

At the end of March we went for a visit to the cat family where Claire’s brother Casper, now called Imre lives. He lives with one Cornish Rex and two Burmese cats. I never petted a Burmese before, and they are so nice to touch, velvety and have very special fur! They look small and like they do not weigh much, but they are very compact so to say and weigh as a sack of stones! As I read somewhere, “bricks wrapped in silk” describes them really well.

Here are a few pictures of the gorgeous Imre and his friends. He became such a handsome boy! Of all the siblings, he is the most similar to Albert in his looks, but not so much in his ways. They are different cats. 🙂 What is similar that they are big personalities in small and also compact bodies.

This is my favorite picture, he looks here like a little robot toy in a shape of a cat.

Imre, Robocat

Imre, Robocat

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Imre with funny dark hair at his forehead.

Those darker markings are not uncommon at all white cats when they are still kittens and disappear later. Claire has some in her tail, and Albert also had them at forehead when he was young. Young cats are not penalized for those at exhibitions.

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Imre, peeking. The markings, the tongue! 🙂

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Imre, a look of a genuine deep thinker.

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Octavia, a graceful lady

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Daphne, the cutest bottom ever!

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Daphne

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Matteo, Cornish Rex. It is Imre’s fault that Matteo now has some extra weight. Kitten food! Ask Leroy, he knows everything about that.

We are very happy we got a chance to see Imre again and meet his friends. They are all very lovely and we spent (free willingly) the most of our visit on the floor, playing with the cats. Thank you so much, Désirée!

Spring is in the air!

Spring is in the air! What? Spring, on the March 1, in Stockholm? No, of course not! There is at least a month or two of winter ahead of us, but – we got tulips in our stores, plenty of them!

Anders who is Dad to Corto and Calvin, got the prettiest bouquet of tulips and I can only imagine how happy he was when he realized that his fur babies like flowers in vases, they find them so decorative… a sort of Morticia Addams decorative:

Morticia trims the roses; on the other end

Morticia trims the roses; not in the most usual way (for humans). But, if you are a cat, Morticia’s way is perfectly logical.

These are a few pictures that I borrowed from Anders. The boys are not eating tulips, they just trim them a bit and play football with the crowns. (Tulips are not poisonous for cats, but they can get bad tummies if they eat too much of them).

Calvin and Corto: "We'll help you trim those, Dad!"

Calvin and Corto: “We’ll help you trim those, Dad!”

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Corto

Calvin

Calvin

The game is on!

The game is on!

Thank you Anders, for the lovely pictures! 🙂

Claire opens hunting season

A hunt? On what? TOYS! Except that those are not toys, but Christmas ornaments! Or, well, that depends – if you are a cat the world is your playground and all the items lying around (or arranged in a silly manner by humans) are certainly left there for your pleasure and entertainment.

I was strategically placing our beloved figurines of bearded tomtar (pl from tomte) on the highest shelves so that the cats cannot get them (oh, those lovelly beards made of wool from sheep from Öland, nom nom!) when Claire started running around with a little angel doll I got from Jocke’s mom!

"Look what I found! A toy!"

“Look what I found! A toy!”

She did not destroy it, she just carried it all over the house, but it was hard to get it back from her. “MINE!”. First she teased Albert who got to follow her around, but no, he did not get to touch the angel doll.

"Albert, won't you come and see what I have here?"

“Albert, won’t you come and see what I have here?”

"Look, it is so pretty!"

“Look, it is so pretty!”

"Don't touch! Only I can touch it."

“Don’t touch! Only I may touch it.”

Jocke took a few pictures and then I rescued the lovely angel doll from Claire who was NOT HAPPY! That little cat is so cute and cuddly, but very obstinate. A cat; obstinate? No! 😉

Rescued angel doll

Rescued angel doll

Da Bird

I heard about Da Bird toy before, that it was very popular among cats, but I did not manage to find where to buy it.

Well, recently I saw it here and ordered one for our cats. And they love it! Jossan is the only one who is not impressed, but all the other cats adore it, especially Albert and Leroy. That toy might be the key to Leroy’s future weight loss. We hope…

Albert: “Where is it, where is it?”

Albert, defying gravity

“I got it!”

“It’s mine!”

Leroy, not really flying, but doing his best.

Leroy’s fur is a bit darker and shorter where it was shaved earlier this summer when he had a benign lipoma removed. The fur will be the correct color again in a few months.

Bad Claire!

All the kittens from the C-litter have moved to their new homes some time ago and they are very happy and loved there. We kept Claire. She looks like Albert, since they are siblings and she is also white, but they are not that similar in temper. We are not sure yet how she will be when she grows up, personality wise.

Play, play, play!

Claire is a bit like Leroy in her attitude; “I am above you all and I am no one’s cat”. But she is also cute and affectionate and is purring when we cuddle with her. She sleeps next to us when we sit in the living room, on the pile together with the big cats. Albert and Leroy are the ones who take care of her (Albert) and discipline her (Leroy). But, also her aunt Miii helps a lot with the disciplining part.

Claire has a lovely profile; she looks a lot like Jossan. Notice how Miii is trying to became one with the background. 🙂

Jossan seems to be relieved that the kittens have moved out and does not care much about good upbringing of her white daughter. Well, she deserves rest and all the help she can get, she is such a good mom and had a lot to do this summer. Now she is back to being my cat and is very cuddly and affectionate.

Jocke took some pictures of the disciplining session earlier today; Miii and Claire, this is how it was. 🙂

That naughty look again!

Miii: “Mau mau! Bad Claire! Show some respect for the big cats!”  Claire: “Mau, mau! Never!”

 

In the living room

Jocke took beautiful pictures of the kittens today. Their individual portraits are here (today they are 10,5 weeks old). Here are some of the rest of the photos.

When they are sleeping, the kittens look like angels!

A white Siamese kitten, sleeping

The same story is when they are tired (that is the only way to get portrait pictures, if we are lucky):

Claire, sleepy

This is an attempt to take a portrait picture gone wrong. Charlie woke up totally and started jumping around:

Charlie: “Oh, look, a tail!”

Charlie: “I must fly!” (Look at that lovely baby tummy!)

Corto, waking up…

White siblings, trying to kill each other

Charlie, trying to kill Chloé

Chloé and Charlie, again, this time not fighting.

Albert, “the floating head”, peeking from behind the curtain, discreetly watching the small ones.

Albert is going to have surgery tomorrow at Buba’s. The bone he dislocated in April did not jump back and it is risky to have it stay that way; he risks a possibly serious injury if he runs into something with his chest. Also, he is not comfortable (even less than usual) being lifted. We hope the surgery goes well.

Sunday afternoon; the kittens

The kittens are trying to play with each other, but they fail miserably. They mostly wiggle their legs with very little coordination, but they are progressing fast.

Albert must have noticed his siblings growing interest in play, since he, being such a nice cat he is, brought them several of his favourite toys and left them in front of the kitten house. I doubt though that they will be able to play with those any time soon. What do you think? (Here I did something I never do – arrange pictures. Well, this is an arranged picture – I took one kitten out of the house and put it next to the toys just to show you how its size compares to the toys’ size).

Lilac point boy and Albert’s toys

While I think that our cats look and behave mostly like mini lions, sometimes they, oddly enough, look more like – bats. Those ears!

Little furry white bats sleeping

Here is how it looks when they attempt to play. They usually end up biting their own paws, instead of a sibling’s paw or ear, as they first intended; and occasionally they end up on their back and cannot turn back for some time… well, it is a beginning. Soon they will be everywhere!

Trying to play, ended up on his back…

One week to go

Jossan is sleeping and resting a lot. She is big and the babies are playing football in her belly. We see them moving almost all the time. Sometimes you see clearly that it is a small cat there inside moving.

But, Jossan still likes to play, so we do it carefully, while she is resting. She does not have to jump around, just catch the toy with her mouth and the front paws.

Gusten

Recently we got a lot of pictures from Gusten’s ‘mom’ Maria, and update about the little dark nose. 🙂 Gusten is a classic seal point, like his sister Bea from B-litter. He was very similar to Albert in temper when they were small. A bit less wild, but as playful.

Like his mom and brother Tjabo (Antoine, who lives up north in Luleå) Gusten grew up to be an excellent hunter of not only toys. He goes out when it’s not cold.

Gusten, 6 weeks

I was not too surprised to hear that he even tried to sneak on a roe deer! The deer noticed him and left, but Gusten continued to follow the deer in the hunting fashion! I’ve seen Jossan do the same thing with a group of five roe deer and it is so funny! Cats are about 50 times smaller than deer. I think that cats are aware of their and their prey size, but instincts are still so strong – a prey is a prey, and cats are predators.

There are some pictures of Gusten playing with a real mouse and also catching a bird, but I won’t post them here, for the faint of heart (as I am. Our cats do not bring me presents anymore. Although Leroy and Miii can cach in the best case an insect. But Maven and Jossan… that is another story. Albert does not go out. If he did, he would probably be the first cat to actually catch a deer!)

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Gusten, 2011

Gusten, 2011

Gusten hunting, 2011

Gusten in front of the fireplace, summer 2011 is over

Bea jumping high

We got one series of pictures from Agneta, Bea’s ‘mom’.

Agneta woke up early one morning. She heard noise that at first she thought came from the walls.

Was it mice, she wondered. No, it was Bea, standing very high, doing stuff! Agneta grabbed the mobile that was standing next to her bed and took pictures of the little explorer. After the last picture was taken, Bea fell down in her human’s bed. 🙂 I thought to share the pictures here. Thank you so much for the photo, Agneta! 🙂

Bea, boldly jumping where no kitten has jumped before

Albert’s art piece

This is what waited for me when I got up this morning:

That is my pink backpack that Albert dragged and left on the floor. Also, there is a mouse that he previously ‘drowned’ in a water bowl (notice how my backpack is wet close to the mouse), and then ‘tied’ it behind the handle. It looked like a ritual killing committed by a psychopath!

Albert drowns toys in the water bowls and then leaves them in the food bowls and similar regularly, but this was a bit more advanced piece of work!

Albert’s beautiful offspring

Here is a few pictures of Alberts pretty kittens, First, the kittens from NO*Aceso cattery, in Oslo, Norway. On the picture (taken about a week ago) they are almost 10 weeks old:

NO*Aceso A-litter (picture by Janne Flusund)

And, the five small ones, in Viska’s cattery, Åkersberga, Sweden! Now, they were a bit harder to get together for a picture, since they were all over the place. They are 3,5 weeks old, and already have reading as hobby!

"We love books!" (picture by Monica Lindgren)

"Catch us if you can!" (picture by Monica Lindgren)

One of Albert's and Dixie's white daughters. A doll! (picture by Monica Lindgren)

11 weeks (part 2: reflections)

The kittens were curious about the table in the guest room. They were a bit surprised with their reflections. Earlier there were stuff on it, so I guess they did not notice how funny it actually is.

The kittens saw mirrors before, and they were a bit excited about other cats back there. 🙂

Beatrice, 11 weeks

Balthazar (front) and Blanche

Belle

Balthazar (front) and Blanche

B-litter; a photo session that went wrong

We tried to take some photos of the kittens today. They turned 10 weeks and all of them weigh over 1kg!

Here is a number of photos we took today.

And this is how it looked most of the time (one of their favorite toys is on the picture, it is made to look like a real dragon fly and we cannot leave them alone with it because of the plastic parts. They are crazy about it. The big cats adore it, too):

It's mine!

6 weeks

The kittens turned 6 weeks yesterday! They are not so small anymore and they have the playpen always open and only for fun; they are in the whole room even when we are not there. We tried to make it as kitten-proof as possible.

Last week we had a visit from Tjabo’s (Antoine from A-litter) owner Agneta who was in Stockholm and came by to see the kittens. I had to count them when she was leaving. 🙂

Rest time

Sleepy

High five!

The blue girl

The seal point girl and Albert. And the blue girl peeking.

Albert fetches a toy

Jocke filmed Albert this morning.

Albert is still playing like when he was small. He is nervous occasionally, because he is fertile, but he has a wonderful temper that didn’t vanish in spite of his raging hormones. We will probably neuter Albert soon, and then he will stop thinking about ladies and only play and be content.

4 weeks pictures

The kittens are playing more and more, seemingly trying to kill each other. I get very scared sometimes from these little killer claws going for the other kitten’s eyes… but somehow they do not end up hurting each other.

Come on, if you dare!

Down with these ears. You are a Siamese, not a bunny!

I said 'down with the ears'!

They did not starting eating other food yet. We tried, but they want only Jossan’s milk. They like to jump into whatever I give them on a plate and make a mess. That is fun. 🙂

It wasn't me!

Playful kittens, day #26

We took some pictures of the kittens today. Now they meow back when we call them and run towards us. They are wrestling and jumping around a lot. They are quite clumsy, but simply adorable!

A little boy and his blue sister are wrestling:

Talk to the paw!

What is on the other side?

 

Should I go out of the house or go back and nurse some more? Decisions, decisions...