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!

The True Jungle King (or Mr Sung if you prefer)

We got a few pictures of Sung (Alessandro), Albert’s blue brother from the A-litter who lives in Malmö with his humans and Skeletor. He and his furry friend spend the days in the sun on their balcony.

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Skeletor and Sung, May 2013

And look how stylish he is. Who is tougher? Mr Phantom or Mr Sung? The answer is kind of obvious if you only count how many little skulls each of them wears.

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Mr Phantom

plenty of skulls

Mr Sung

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The True Jungle King

 

On the balcony

The spring is very much here in Stockholm! The weather is lovely and we are planting the flowers and working in the garden and on our balcony when we can.

The cats are helping us (according to them).

Jossan sniffing campanula

Jossan sniffing campanula

But, this is not how it is supposed to be!  Jossan is my angel, she only sniffs at little campanula flowers.

Claire and her salad choice

Claire and her salad choice

Albert eats them as salad! Which is what Claire does with my small pelargonium plants that are ready to be planted in the big pots.

Albert and pelargonium; a view from the inside

Albert and pelargonium; a view from the inside

But, the worst of all – look where Leroy is sitting!

Leroy, Albert and Claire; all doing the things they are not supposed to.

Leroy, Albert and Claire; doing the things they are not supposed to.

The net must go up soon!

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! 🙂

Cats are healers

I was sad lately, and, although I think that our cats are very affectionate every day, I noticed a change in intensity, especially with Albert and Jossan.

Jossan is following me as a post stamp follows a letter, from the moment I come home from work to the next morning when I depart to work again. She even talks to me in new ways. Albert comes and takes care of my hair and has cuddling sessions more often than usual. All of our cats are loving and I love them all the same, but Jossan and Albert are a bit special in a way, they don’t care about other humans as much as they care about me.

When Jossan sits in my lap while I write mails or make jewelry, I feel happy and content. I thought about that recently at one point when I became aware of the whole situation and how good I felt, with my little loving cat in my lap – that was happiness in one of its forms, right there, right then.

Jossan, in Jelena's lap

Jossan, focused, in Jelena’s lap

Jossan: "Helping my human"

Jossan: “Helping my human. That pearl does not fit there!”

Jocke got his working corner in our living room recently, where he, in his turn, set up a cuddling corner for our cats. It is mostly Maven and Leroy that sit there while Jocke works on his hobby projects.

Jossan, helping Jelena

Maven, snuggling close to Jocke

In memoriam – Affe

We are not the same species, but our souls are made of the same matter.

There are both animals and humans I loved that are not among us anymore and I miss them greatly. I believe they did not just disappear into nothingness. I believe the soul is eternal. I am an atheist, but that has nothing to do with my beliefs.

I miss them so much, those beautiful souls, that loved unconditionally and were loved back.

♄  I love you, Affe, and I know that your Mom you chose yourself loved you enormously. You lived a life way too short, but you were loved from its start to its end more than many that walked this Earth. Love you, always. We will meet again. ♄ 

Love and care for your dear ones every day, you never know how much time we have left together on this Earth.

Alfred, Albert’s and Claire’s brother from A-litter died February 4th. He was born May 23, 2010. He was an emotional, generous, expressive, loving cat with opinions and when his future Mom came to us and met all the seven kittens, he went to her and sat in her lap. He chose her (he never did that to anyone else that came to visit us during their first three months of life). There was a connection and affection between his Mom and him from the moment they met. We are glad that he got to spend all the time he had in his short life with her, her little daughter and his sister Ada, also from the first litter.

Affe and Ada, summer 2011

It took me almost two weeks to gather strength to write that he died. I cried every night and during the days. The worst part is that I know how much Alfred was loved by his family and how much he will be missed. He lived way too short life, but it was a good life, filled with much love.

He was let go on the operating table, where the veterinaries tried to operate a rare form of abdominal cancer that progressed fast, that no one of the cats behind him in recent generations had and that he had no other risks for (FeLV or FIV virus). There is no known genetic component to that awful disease, but Siamese may be more prone to it than other races. It was too late, and he could not be saved, nor his life prolonged more than days. He was let go, and never woke up.

Affe will always be loved and never forgotten. ♄ He brought so much joy and love to people around him, and that is how he will be remembered.

A few pictures of Affe, when he was a kitten, taken 2,5 years ago.

Alfred, 11 weeks

Alfred, 11 weeks, August 2010

Alfred, 11 weeks

Alfred, 11 weeks, August 2010

Alfred, 11 weeks

Alfred, 11 weeks, August 2010

Albert got a prize – Food maze

There was a competition on Siames i fokus for the best Christmas photo, and Albert came second (with the picture of him in the Christmas tree), and we got a prize! 🙂 It was this picture that came second:

Albert the White Squirell

Albert the White Squirrel

We got Catit Senses Food Maze for our cats!

The Food Maze has one design flow (whoever made it did not have Siamese and their loooong noses in mind) – our Siamese can get their heads right into the top level and simply eat the food from there. But, we put a lid from one cookie-box on the top and now it works perfectly!

I filmed the cats eating Siamese 38 dry food from Royal Canin, which, according to the independent Swedish veterinary institute test, is not such a great quality food (our cats eat dry food from Eukanuba and James Wellbeloved and also Bozita and Mjau wet food – those two are Swedish brands), but it tastes great, so they get it instead of candy sometimes.

Claire is crazy about cat candy, and also, other cats let her get it first since she is the youngest. Albert does not care about candy that much (accept for Dreamies, and I am always strict there – everyone gets Dreamies from my hand, so there is no stealing). Albert likes lettuce. He is a special cat.

When we want other cats to play with Food Maze, we play with Claire in another room. And here is why:

A painting of Jossan

I am done with a small painting of Jossan. I cannot take a good picture of it though; it looks better IRL, the dreaded orange heart is coral actually and everything is a bit different. I used a silver pigment on the painting which makes it hard to take a good photo of it, especially with flash (this picture is taken without flash).
I think it looks like Jossan. 🙂

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Josephine Brown

Edited:

Here is a better photo of the painting, taken in the daylight. 🙂 The colors are more correct. The painting has more depth in reality.

Jossan daylight

Jossan daylight

And one more with Leroy, interested in my work. 🙂

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Leroy and a painting of his daughter

2012

Many things happened in our cats’ lives in 2012.

Albert was the cat of March month on siames i fokus, a mostly Swedish/Norwegian social site for Siamese and Oriental cats.

Albert (again) fell and fractured his breast bone on Easter which bothered him until late summer, when he was successfully operated. Now he has recovered and is jumping happily around as he did before the fall.

"It's mine!"

“♬ â™Ș You ain’t nothin but a hound dog… ♬”

We managed to put a removable net on our balcony and furnish it so that the cats could safely enjoy the fresh air.

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Leroy and Maven on the balcony and the net between them. No, this is not how it should be! 😩

Amazing mother and my beloved one-human-cat Jossan delivered six precious kittens (C-litter), who were raised and taken care of by the whole cat family for the first 3 months of their lives when five of them moved to their new permanent homes where they are very loved and taken care of.

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Jossan, the queen of our castle

We kept Claire, a kitten cared for by all the other cats, a little clown that loves all the cats and humans equally.

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Claire – I mostly care about mice!

Leroy had a lump in the skin (yes – ‘in’, not ‘under’, there is a difference, and his was more likely to be malign) removed in the summer. Luckily that turned out to be only a lipoma. So, basically, he got his first liposuction this year! (I am joking now, but poor him, we were so worried) He was x-rayed and all his blood values checked on the same occasion and he is a very healthy, now a 6 years old cat!

Maven took many walks with us outside in our neighborhood where we have very little traffic and many pretty houses to look (and sniff) at. She and Miii spent a substantial amount of time with us in the garden, helping us.

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Maven, gardening

Leroy was (unjustly?) pronounced fat by his humans and exposed to various methods of torture. One of them, putting him on a special diet for overweight cats, made him go UP in weight even more! Well, that is over now. Buying a new toy (Da Bird) and wrestling with Claire seems to keep him in shape. In spite of what his humans think, he got ‘Excellent’ as condition mark from both judges on the exhibitions he attended.

Yes, the exhibitions – Leroy and Claire were exhibited and that went great. We might do it again some time.

The cats got a few new beds and furniture that they seem to like.

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Miii – warm and cosy

Our cats were very much loved, played with and well fed during the whole year, as always. Sisters Jossan and Miii turned five years on December 27, and not only them but their two siblings from the same litter, also Leroy’s kittens – their handsome brother Gandhi that lives in Denmark and sister Noora that lives with one family in Stockholm. Happy birthday, dear cats!

Jossan and Miii spent their birthday lying close to and caring for their humans that fell ill with a bad influenza and were in fever for days (getting better as I write this). Our beautiful, beloved cats with big hearts whom we love so much, we wish you happy birthday and every other day! We are so happy to have all of you in our lives.

And to mark their fifth birthday – Miii was a model for our Christmas and Happy New Year card this year and I am working on a small painting of Jossan that will be finished when I feel better.

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Miii – Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

I’ll post a picture of the painting of Jossan when it is done.

Much love and happy New Year from Jelena and Joakim with the cats. ♄

Merry Christmas!

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The cats, Joakim and I wish you a merry Christmas! I like to draw/make my own Christmas cards, and this one is a combination of the one I drew in real life, and then fixed it a bit in Gimp. I am not that good with image editing and photoshopping, but I am happy with the result.

This one is unedited. Look, our little White Squirrel is back! Albert is having fun in the Christmas tree. Every morning the branches are bending towards the floor, and some of the ornaments are missing. The fluffy ones (look at that heart! It is from Ikea :)) can be found here and there in the house, often in our bed. Presents! 🙂

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The return of The White Squirrel

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

Sleeping sacks

I wanted sleeping sacks for our cats since I saw the pink one on the pictures that Casper’s new Mom sent me. Casper is called Imre now and he lives with two Burmese ladies, Daphne and Octavia and one Cornish Rex boy, Matteo. 🙂

Matteo, Daphne and Imre (ex Casper) curled up in their sleeping sack. Pictures by their Mom Désirée

Looong legs!

Yesterday they finally arrived, our own sleeping sacks from Germany, http://www.katzen-deko.de/ , our favorite place for buying cat furniture! At first the cats were skeptical and more interested in a cardboard package than the sacks themselves. But today when I woke up, I found them in the blue room, sleeping like this:

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The Siamese pile; Leroy, Albert, Miii and Jossan. Claire is in my arms, ‘helping’ me hold the phone and take pictures. Maven is sleeping upstairs, she is not too fond of cat piles.

I waited for about a month for the sacks to arrive! That was pretty long. :/ I ordered those two (the first one is on the pictures): big sleeping bag and shell shaped tipi

Miii in particular is very fond of hiding under blankets, and I guessed correctly she will be the one most pleased with the sacks. And she is! The other (mussel shaped) tipi could easily hold two cats, but she kicks out the other ones out. Bad Miii! She really likes the new beds.

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.

The fat Siamese diary – part #3 (Exhibition)

Leroy’s story:

Week #3

It seems that Mom gave up on torturing me.

There is always this new, really tasty food out, and I can eat as much as I want! Yum, yum! I still get Tasteless Mud few times a day as well, but it is actually not that bad (or I got used to it). I love my Mom and Dad, they are not that unreasonable after all.

Week #4

Mom said that I am the best cat in the world and such a good example for The Little One. Then she put me and the baby in the cage and Dad drove us to a place I had never visited before. It was a huge hall with hundreds of other cats and even more people. The Little One was scared, but I was just curious. I wanted to walk around and inspect the place. Mom put me and the baby in one big cage, arranged everything like a little room for cats, with a cat house and curtains and a litter box. We got food and water, too. It was good. I could see many other cats from there and when I told my humans to take me out and carry me around so I could see more, they obeyed.

I liked being there. People came to me and admired my beautiful face and eyes, said how pretty and cool I was. I liked that not many stupid people were there. Mom took me to a lady with white hair that called me ‘Big Boy’ and everyone laughed. She said many good and true things about me, except for one – that my head could be bigger. Mom petted me later and told Dad that that was a nice way to say that I was fat: “He is not big, it is his head that is small”. I do not care, small head or not, I am the King.

In the afternoon we went home just to go back to the same place the next day.

The Little One was less scared the next day. She looked at me, and also, at her Dad who was there as well, and imitated my royal posture and utter coolness. A new lady judged our good looks this time, and she also called me ‘Big Boy’. She did not complain about my head (except for my ‘somewhat flat forehead’. Ha! SHE had a flat forehead!), and she also told me many nice things. My humans carried me around again and I saw many cats of different races I never saw before. People came to Mom and asked about me and were surprised that it was my first time on a cat exhibition ever; I was so relaxed and cool. Yes, what did they think. I am cool. Like, the coolest cat ever.

Leroy: “Carry me around! Show me the world!”

Cat exhibition – our story:

We were never that interested in exhibiting our cats; that takes a lot of time and also, cat shows are beauty pageants and for us our cats were already the prettiest in the world anyway! Our kittens’ dad Goofy has a title, he is a GIC (Grand International Champion, which is high title), but we would have liked him all the same even if he was not.

Until a few years ago, and even now sometimes, there have been cats that got sick on exhibitions and some of the breeders had to stop with breeding completely after getting cats sick for life. I was very scared of that. But now, everyone is cleaning tables, cages and hands with alcohol and the cats are handled very cautiously, so the risk of getting some bug is very small. And of course, you cannot exhibit a sick cat and there is an obligatory veterinary check when entering the cat show. The infections are not that bad for big cats, but if you have small kittens at home, they can get really sick.

We did not plan to have any litter soon, so we decided to exhibit Claire, since white Siamese are rare, and that way people can get to see her.

When it comes to beauty – Albert and Jossan are our prettiest cats, but Albert is not fond of being lifted after his injury (I hope he forgets about it now when he is operated and fine), and Jossan is fertile and can get upset and nervous if she is close to male fertile cats, so I do not want to stress them.

Leroy is chubby, and Miii is caramel blue, not ‘ordinary’ blue (caramel is recognized in England, but not here in Sweden, so she would have to compete with the “true” blue Siamese and she would get low points for her fur color, which is not fair. They are not even the same color! Jossan and Miii’s grandfather was an import from England and had the same, amazing fur color, which is not that appreciated in Sweden). Maven cannot be exhibited, not because she is a mixed breed – there is a class for them, too; the reason is that she has a tail kink.

But, we did not want to take little Claire there alone!

And so we thought – Leroy, although chubby, is such a cool cat, and has a lot of charisma. That counts for something, right? So, we decided to take Leroy as a company for small Claire, and since he already was going to be there, he could compete in his class as well (class 10, neuters). And so we went to Birka cat club’s two-day exhibition last weekend.

Leroy: “I am watching you!”

It went really great! Leroy got his first two certificates, CAP (Certificat d’Aptitude de Premier )! Wow!

Claire; a loooong kitten.

And Claire got two Ex1, which is the best she can get in her class, since she is only a junior. 🙂

Both judges said (in a very polite and nice way) that Leroy is a bit chubby, but also, that he is neuter and almost 6 years old, so some extra weight is not unexpected. Well, I am trying (still, in spite what he may be thinking) to get him slimmer! And not for the beauty reasons, but for his health.

Anyway, this is what they got as evaluation from the judges, on Saturday and Sunday. You’ll see, it is good! “Exc” and “Ex” stands for “excellent”. The ladies that judged our cats were very nice to them. Thank you! What matters the most to us is that the cats took being there pretty well, especially Leroy who enjoyed all the attention and was curious about the other cats.

Sat, Leroy, judge Steph Bruin:
Type: Big boy. Exc body length.
Head: Head could be a bit more ‘edgy’ as to details.
Eyes: Good blue.
Ears: Fair size/set.
Coat: Exc lilac points. Exc structure
Tail: Good length.
Condition: Exc.
General impression: Charming. Calm boy.
Sun, Leroy, judge Anna Wilczek:
Type: Ex strong & svelte, quite long but could be more elegant
Head: ex wedge, nice profile, but forehead too flat
Eyes: Ex blue, but too dominant.
Ears: Ex placement, medium size
Coat: Ex short, ex close lying with some shades on corpus.
Tail: Ex, long and tapering
Condition: Ex
General impression: Lovely temperament.
Sat, Claire, judge Steph Bruin:
Type: Well developed, exc overall type
Head: Nice long straight wedge
Eyes: A bit ‘full’, but nice blue
Ears: Nice ears, relatively large
Coat: lovely pure white. Close lying texture is exc
Tail: Fitting with body length. Exc!
Condition: Top. My compliments!
General impression: Charming, happy cat.
Sun, Claire, judge Anna Wilczek:
Type: Ex elegant, slender & long, ex built
Head: Ex wedge, ex profile, nice chin
Eyes: Ex blue, good size and shape
Ears: Could be larger in size, but set well
Coat: Ex short, ex texture, ex white
Tail: Ex tapering
Condition: Ex
General impression: Lovely junior.

Claire’s dad, Goofy, was also there and took two certificates (he is a neuter now). Claire met her dad for the first time and they sniffed each other and he also ‘petted’ her gently with the paw on her head. It was so nice to see that! They are similar in behavior and very friendly cats. 🙂

Goofy, a friendly cat!

The fat Siamese diary – part #2

Leroy

The story of Leroy on a diet continues. Told as Leroy would probably tell it:

Day #8

I spent last night sleeping under the duvet between Mom and Dad, not moving at all (except for my ribcage, but only as much as necessary for breathing).

It was snowing outside and I must preserve all the heat I can. Dad says it is warm in our house, but hey, he’s a Swede, ‘warm’ is just a word to him. All of my ancestors, 20 generations back originate from Thailand. Hello – Thailand! A tropical country with 23°C minimal daily temperature in January! When was the last time we had 23°C in Stockholm? The hot summer of 1964?

I am looking forward to global warming. Yeah, yeah, people are against it, being worried about the survival of polar bears and Swedes. And what about me? What about ME?! 😩

The kitten food. I need it back for my insulation layer. The global warming is not here yet.

Day #10

Until today the best day of my life was when I got my beloved daughter Jossan as a personal present from Mom’s friend Monica. But, that was UNTIL today. Because – today – I am having the best day ever.

I am so full that I cannot move, lying like a big seal on the sofa. I might be a bit sick, but I am so happy that it does not matter that I might throw up soon. The soft white carpet is close, so I’ll be fine (I prefer throwing up my hair balls on white carpets and cashmere sweaters. Class matters).

Poor Mom. She is almost crying, showing the numbers on the scale to Dad who keeps on swearing that I must have gotten invisible and that it is not his fault that I am so fast and sneaky.

Mom is right, I am neither tiny nor fast and Dad is, well, the best Dad ever!

Earlier today he was about to let the Little One into the Green Room when for once the baby was useful. The Little One was all cute and purring so that Dad focused on cuddling with her while I crawled behind him from the corridor into the room and slid under the sofa where I kept silent and hidden until he left and closed the door behind him… leaving me with Bowl#1 and Bowl#2!!!

I ate so much that I could barely call someone to let me out when I was done.

So sick, but it was worth it… burp. :

Life is good again.

To be continued

The fat Siamese diary – week #1

Leroy, The King (lilac point Siamese)

Leroy went up in weight while we had kittens and he weighs at least 0,5-0,8kg more than he should.  That is not good for him, and it is easier to get him to go down in weight sooner than later. He loves food, and also, especially tasty, high in calories and fat kitten food that Claire eats (she is growing and has different needs than our other cats). He just sucks it in like a vacuum cleaner. Sometimes it takes only 3 minutes, and half of the bowl content is gone.

So, we have 4 cats in excellent shape, one growing kitten, and one overweight Leroy. Hm. How to feed them all in the most optimal way?

We are trying our best to help our beloved chubby Leroy get down in weight. We observed carefully his behavior and I wrote a short diary of the previous week, seen through his eyes. What I wrote is rather toned down, since Siamese are cats with love for drama and it is hard to get even close to how they actually feel.

“I am not fat, I’m big boned!”

Leroy’s diary – week one

Day #1, afternoon

I was sleeping in my bed for hours. Got up, looked through the window. Rain. No birds. The other cats were sleeping.

Eat, I could eat.

Whaaat?! Bowl #1 with my favorite food (that humans oddly enough keep calling “kitten” food) is gone. Bowl #2 with my second favorite (again – “kitten” food!) is also gone. Only Bowl #3, with boring, yucky food is left.

I don’t get it! It must be a mistake.

I’ll go back to sleep.

Day #1, evening

We got our wet food as usual, before humans went to sleep, but it was not my favorite (which humans claim is just ‘smaksatt skit’, or in plain English – tasty crap). We got ‘quality food’ instead. Let me tell you something – THAT is tasteless crap! And it looks like plain mud.

Bad humans. 😩

I ate some, though, since I hate Bowl #3 even more than Tasteless Mud. 😩

Day #1, night

I spent the night playing, lying next to my humans and thinking. I worked so hard last year on my insulation layer, since yet another long Swedish winter is coming. I wonder if Bowl #3 can keep my safety layer intact.

Where are my Bowls #1 and #2?! And my beloved Tasty Crap?

Not happy. 😩

Day #2, morning

I ate from Bowl#3. My Mom talked to me a lot and praised me when she saw me eating that crap. What could I do? Better that than certain death.

Day #2, evening

This is getting really weird. Only Bowl #3 and Tasteless Mud get served, but The Little One and the rest of the cats occasionally smell like Tasty Crap and kitten food. I must be hallucinating. #3 probably contains nothing nutritious for my brain and body. My little neurons are starving! I will be as clever as Maven soon.

Damn it humans, what have I ever done to you? 😩

Day #2, night

I sat next to my Mom while she slept and tried to beam my thoughts to her. She must understand that I need food that tastes good. She woke up and petted me, but I got no food. Damn! She fell back to sleep really fast and I realized that I am losing my mental powers for sure. You are what you eat. My mental energy is vanishing as you are reading this.

Day #4

Oh, my horrible destiny! Animal cruelty! Betrayal! Horror!

I discovered that the humans keep the Tasty Crap and the kitten food in the Green Room! I noticed the pattern. I was not imagining – the other cats get to go in there regularly, everyone except me is allowed. They just come and call the humans and they get let in. When they scratch or call, they get let out. And – when they come out of the Green Room, they smell like heaven!

Oh, that is where my food went!

To hell with Bowl#3 and Tasteless Mud, I want my Tasty Crap back!

Day #5

I cried and cried standing next to Bowl #3 and when I got the humans’ attention I bit The Little One on her neck and demonstratively held her like that. Dad commented that I seem to be so hungry that I am trying to kill and eat The Little One.

Yes, exactly, what do you say now? Give me my Tasty Crap back or The Little One gets it!

But no – Mom just took away The Little One (who showed no fear, which took the edge off my performance. Stupid kitten, not scared of anything!). They cuddled a bit, and Mom cuddled with me as well, saying that everything will be okay, I just have to lose some weight.

WHAT? But that is so NOT OK!

What is wrong with my humans? They loved me so much until recently. 😩

They must have gotten brain damage.

Day #7

Mom is still not happy with me. She puts me on the scales every day and today she complained to Dad that I eat everything in huge amounts, no matter how bad it tastes and that I’ll never lose weight this way. She said that they must ‘portionera‘ my food. I do not understand what she meant, but even my Bowl #3 is gone now.

The Mayans were right. The world is coming to an end in 2012! My world definitely is. 😩

To be continued

“Bowl #3!”

The first week of changed feeding we came to the conclusion that Leroy sucks everything in like a vacuum cleaner, not only the kitten food. Now he has access only to quality food that contains no grains and a high percent of meat, but the thing is that he eats very often.

Also, he is not going out since it got cold here and although we activate him more than during the summer, it seems like he eats when he is bored or just does not know what else to do. Another thing – he is almost 6 years old now and although he still is a young cat, maybe his metabolism has changed a bit. We will give him food in portions now (so Bowl #3 will not always be full) and play with him even more.

Leroy got a bit chubby after every litter, but so did Jossan and Miii. The girls went down in weight fast this time, as usual, spontaneously, but he did not. We’ll help our Leroy to get fit again!

The Siamese tree

Saturday afternoon at our home. It has been raining all day and it is already dark outside (it is 6 PM here). There is a whole 2 months left until Christmas but it already feels like the holidays are around the corner!

The heating is on, and our ‘furry lizards’, how Jocke called them, the pride of Siamese, are lying close to the radiator, the beloved source of warmth. 🙂 Maven with her fluffy semi-long fur does not feel the cold, she is lying in another window, looking at the street.

The Siamese tree. Up – Jossan, Claire, Leroy. Down – Albert, Miii.

 

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!”

 

Summer in Stockholm

Our summers are short, and not too warm. When there is sun, they are perfect (although still – short). Maven and Miii are going outside when we wake up (the cats go to sleep and wake up when we do, almost always), and run around on our lot. Leroy joins them a bit later and stays out shorter.

I took this picture yesterday, close to sunset. Leroy in one of the old apple trees behind our house.

Leroy up in the apple tree

Our cats are not outside cats, but they go out during the summer, when it is sunny. Albert never went out, he goes only to the balcony (only recently he started showing some interest for the outside world. I hope to be able to take him out, on a cat-leash when he heals and I can put a little vest on him). Miii and Leroy do not go to strangers and they stay close to us. I did not teach them to do that, that is just how they are. Maven, on the other hand, is flirty and cuddly even with strangers. I am against letting cats go out and roam freely, in principle, there are so many dangers out there, before all – cars, other cats etc, but – under controlled forms, going out is very good for their well being and immune system.

Albert, after operation

Albert fell in April and hurt a part of his chest bone, sternum. It was a dramatic jump (that turned to a fall) from a cupboard to the edge of a chair. The first veterinary we went to basically ignored a bone poking out of Albert’s chest and us saying that he is in pain, so we went to another veterinary where he was x-rayed, got pain medication and diagnosed with a dislocated part of sternum. Several days later I called our vet Buba (the first two were in the emergency animal hospitals, since, of course, Albert chose to try to be extra acrobatic on Easter!) and he said that we should wait and see if the bone will go back after some time or not.

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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.

Our little gremlins

They are small kittens, and we must feed them after midnight as well! They eat wet food several times a day, and their dry food is always in the bowls. There is no help – they are growing and need to eat, so the food must always be available. Am, whose fault is it that they turned to gremlins and just stayed that way?!

Little gremlins. They are looking at you.

This is how it looks after they all got tired and fell asleep in different places in the living room after running around for hours.

Albert, Charlie (the little one), Miii and Jossan

Calvin and Casper

ChloĂ©, Corto and Claire’s leg in the back

Kittens, 8,5 weeks

The kittens will get their first vaccine in two days. They have developed their little personalities more. We got one ad out two days ago, and we hope to find the right homes for them. We took individual pictures of the small ones, after many, many attempts and described their personalities in a few sentences here.

And, we have a hall of fame; the pictures we got in the process of trying to get good pictures of the small ones. The best we got can be seen here.

Calvin

Charlie

Corto

Casper

Chloé

Claire

And these are the funnier ones:

Casper: “I can fly!”

Chloé, Bucky The Siamese cat (Get Fuzzy) in real life

Corto, the Honey Badger. It is almost impossible to get a sharp picture of him.

Claire: “You said – what? WHAT?!”