Brace yourselves, spring is coming!

Hellohello!

Time flies, it's ages since the last post again, time flies, no time to lose, much to tell!

HELLOOO!

So, first I need to point out that I am the super most brave cat on planet earth... and all other planets where they have cats. Yes, I am. Nobody can deny that! I'm Superphoebe. I had an overall saying "Superphoebe" once... but that's another story. Mommy said it too. That I am a superbrave Superphoebe. Well, she used other words... but anyways.
Last devil day I was lying on my favorite spot in the kitchen having my daily between-breakfast-and-lunchtime-nap. Mommy was deviling and because Ruska was in the sofaroom, she deviled the kitchen first. If she devils the sofaroom first, then Ruska has to run to the kitchen and when she then devils the kitchen, then Ruska has to run back and because I am not as scared as Ruska she rather has me run two times... even though it'd clearly be better for Ruska's figure... but oh well. Now she deviled the kitchen and I got scared. Even though I am superbrave. The devil is noisy and big and noisy and very noisy. I was about to run to the sofaroom, but then I thought that for that I would have to leave my spot. And because Ruska always starts running before me, she always reaches the other room before me. So she could steal my spot! I couldn't let that happen. So I clenched my teeth and stayed in my spot all the time while Mommy was deviling. And then she left with the devil and she kept saying what a brave little Phoebe I am and I was all alive and didn't even die! Seconds later Ruska came to the kitchen, because she had to flee from the sofa room and I told her how brave I was. She said it's not called brave, but suicidal. But oooh, well.
Ruska is very scared of everything. She even ran away from the mop later on. The mop doesn't even make any noise, it's only wet, but that doesn't matter either, if you don't get too close.

The day after devils day was food day. I love food day. It is much rarer than devils day. I was already a bit worried before food day, because I saw that the food shelf was very empty. I was scared we might never get food again. But then Mommy and Daddy came home with loooots of foods.

Many foods.

Mommy said that not everything in this picture is for us. That was weird, cause Mommy and Daddy do not eat cat food, so who would it be for? Yesterday I found out the cruel truth: Mommy and Daddy bought the yummy fish for themselves! D=

Here is me next to the full food shelf! :D

I was immediately checking what to order next time.
I like those nice bowls there a lot.

Life is exciting lately, because brace yourselves, spring is coming! (I watched a TV show with Mommy lately with horses and swords and a small human and other humans and a evil little boy human and some pretty humans and manymanymany dying humans and DRAGONS! I want to be a dragon. Anyways, they say brace yourselves when things are coming. Or something. Did I mix something up? I don't know. I wanna be a dragon.) So anyways, spring, right? Spring means birdies! There are some living on the roof. We can see them from the sofaroom peephole. IT IS SO EXCITING. Sometimes there are just sitting but sometimes they are flyyyyyiiiiing AAAAH! So amazing! Finally there are birdies. I am happy we can see them. In our old home there was a lot of green outside, more than here. So more birdies too. I was afraid there wouldn't be any here.

Birdwatch!

Today Mommy was talking to people who might give her a job again.
I heard there are other reasons why that would be important.... not only more food, but then Mommy and Daddy could buy a closet for their human furs and other cupboards and shelves and then the chaos in the bedroom would be gone and then we could have a bedroom again!
So please you people, give Mommy the work. Yes?

Last but not least, here is me as a bat (Almost dragon.):

Ain't I cute?
(Pshhhht, it's not really me, but it looks a lot like me, right?)

CU!!
-Phoebe

Today I ate a pea!

Hello humans!!

It is me again, finally, after Ruska has put her hairy ass in front of the machine all the last times. It might be that one won't hear of her anymore anytime soon.
I was very close to tell her about the thing with the Ruska song, but then she noticed it said something along the lines of "published in 2005"... she was quiet for a while and counted something on her claws and then she seemed to realize that she must have been born quite a while after 2005. Vet guesses somewhen in 2010, which is 5 years after 2005.

But I can't blame her, I remember when I was still a tiny wee little kitten and had arrived and Mommy's and Daddy's and not even Ruska was there yet. I was there for a few days and Mommy was watching a TV show and I heard someone calling "Phoebe!" and "Pheebs!" and I was excited, cause someone called me and I ran to the living room and then I saw that there was a Phoebe in the TV show! At first I thought she stole my name, even though I had my name for only a few days at that time. I was nameless for almost 3 months, you know? I was only "the black girl" when I lived with my real fluffy Mommy and my real siblings. I think that name is a little racist. Anyways, I understand Ruska. One gets excited when hearing the own name somewhere publicly.

But lets get to today's adventures!
Today I ate a pea! It was small and green and yummy.
Mommy had a bowl with many green things in it. She sat on the sofa. I sat next to her. She noticed me sniffing on her bowl, I often do that, but she only smiled and said that "I won't like that anyways". So she thought she did not need to have an eye on me, so she watched humans floating over the funny, strange white stuff... or something like that. I like to watch those movies, too, we watched them last spring often. There is a Finnish team and also a German team and also other teams.
Today there was a Finnish team in a movie with a Russian team and Mommy laughed evilly all the time. The Finnish team won the movie. When she was eating the green stuff she watched a Czech and an America movie. It is still going, but Mommy is annoyed cause the Czech team will lose the movie. I don't understand the fuzz, not even the sense, it is just fun watching. Anyways, while she watched Czech and American humans, I stole a pea. She said it was one when she noticed. She said it's not too healthy for me, even though it is healthy for humans. Anyways, I liked it. I would have stolen another one, but she suddenly had an eye on me.

Mommy wants to speak a new language, too. It is called French. It sounds funny.
I don't want Mommy to learn French, because I won't understand her then.
When I told her, she tried to learn French together with me.
"Je m´apelle Phoebe! Je suis une chatte noire!"
I don't know if that is correct. Mommy's friend has two cats, Tommi and Tina, and they speak Finnish and English and French. Maybe I should ask Tommi and Tina to teach me French.
Ruska might be French, cause many of the sounds she makes when she's miserable sound like French words. No hard feelings.

Now I will soon watch the show with the many human women and the human man without hair and they all love him and hate each other. It's amusing.

Byeeee!

Pheebs

I'M FAMEOWS!

Humans! Humans!
Sensational news!
I made it!
I am famous!
I am an internationally known cat!

Someone wrote a SONG about me!
ABOUT ME! There is no doubt!
The song is called Ruska. I am called Ruska.

I want to thank Mommy and Daddy and Phoebe!
And Grandma and Paule and the Burrito friend of Mommy, cause they always believed in me.
Thanks also to Tardar Sauce, the Grumpy Cat, and Bob, the Streetcat, for being my inspirations.
Also, everyone else. Thank you.
I am deeply touched.

Here is the song about me.

Mommy and Phoebe are jealous. I think.
I told them right away when I found out. They weren't even excited. Can you believe it?
They looked at each other and at me and at each other and Phoebe asked Mommy if "they should tell me".
Ah, what can one do?
There will be always enviers.

Say Cheeeeeeeeeese!

...no, really, say it!

I didn't always like cheese. Cats are supposed to eat meat and stuff, so I rather ate meat and stuff than cheese. In a way, I am very similar to Mommy, because Mommy didn't always like cheese either. Maybe Mommy is a cat. Maybe Mommy is me. Except she is not as awesome. I don't know....

Anymeow... the first time I got acquainted with cheese was back in our old home, when Mommy had started buying funny cheese that is soft inside and white around and also fluffy. It is basically a cat-cheese. Like... if it's a white cat.... you know? Fluffy... and... ah, forget it.
So Mommy had put the cat-cheese onto a bread and she put the bread with the cat-cheese onto a plate and she had put the plate with the bread with the cat-cheese onto a table. Okay. So then when the plate with the bread and the cat-cheese was on the table, Mommy left the room where the table was and therefore left the plate with the... you know. So I thought Mommy might have decided that she does not like cheese anymore again. After all, she abandoned it. And when I abandon my food, I do that sometimes, when it is not awesome enough for my taste, then Mommy says I can't have any new food, that is more awesome, because you should not waste food, because it costs money.
So I guess human food costs money, too, and also Mommy's abandoned cat-cheese-bread-on-plate did.
And because you should not waste food, I decided there was only one solution.
BUT, I know that in bread there are grains and a plate is like a cat food bowl, and cats should not eat grains, I learned that from Mommy and cats should neither eat cat food bowls. So I could only help with the cat-cheese. Mommy never specified if cats should eat cheese or not, so how could I know? So I took the cat-cheese and I ate it and it was very yummy and awesome and I was happy, cause I helped. You know?

Then Mommy came back and it turned out she still liked cheese and she hadn't really abandoned it and she was not amused that it was gone. After this incident she was always very carefully about keeping cheese too close to me. Until yesterday...

Mommy sat on the sofa and watched TV and there was a man with long hair who used to sing, but now he runs and survives. Or something... she liked him apparently. His name was Joey.
As she watched Joey she ate a bit of cat-cheese and as I sat next to her I could not help but notice.
When she noticed that I had noticed she began teasing me with it by putting it veeeery close in front of my nose and then she laughed at me when I sniffled very loudly. I did not get quite as much as the first time when I helped myself, but I got a tiny little bite.
Have to figure out how to open the white cold box, because I know it is in there.
Hmmmm.

Aaaaah, the cheeeeeeese!

Snifflessniffles...

Oh, this soft... white... cheeeeeese...

Send me some cheese if you like me. Write "For Ruska. Does not contain cheese." so Mommy won't notice. Thanks in advance.

-Ruska

Doors and hearts and Saturdays!

After reading about Bob, but still not having any job, Mommy thought about that we should write a book, not a blog. She could be our producer and we would write it and get a lot of money. Unfortunately there would not be enough people buying it, most likely. After all cats don't have any real education or degree, nobody would believe a book written by cats could be any good. Well, on the other hand, I think most cats would not be able to indeed. It takes a bit to be as eloquent as me and Phoebe, not to brag or anything, but... you know.
So probably we don't write a book. I am still moping, because nobody asked for my autograph, so why would I entertain you with a book anyways? Pfff.

I started enjoying Saturdays, by the way. Saturdays are a great thing. Last Saturday proved it... we got two times yummy food. First some exquisite pate and then chicken hearts. They were fun to carry around and stuff.... unfortunately Mommy didn't like the idea of me carrying hearts through the flat for God knows what reason, so we had to stay in the kitchen eating with a shut door.

Shut doors is another thing... I don't like shut doors, you know? You can't see what's behind them! For a long time I was not sure if there is a bedroom existing in the new flat. There were more rooms when we arrived as there are know, if that sounds any bit logical. But it is true.
We found out why: the door is closed. Sometimes Daddy would carry us in there, so we could have a look around, but we were not allowed to walk. There is a big pile of interesting things and boxes and bags and blankets and it would be a lot of fun to dive in there and have a look around... I really wonder why we can't walk around. On one day the door was open and Mommy and Daddy took the pile apart and looked into boxes. Phoebe was jumping around between the boxes and made Mommy laugh, because there was always just a lot of stuff and Phoebe's head sticking out of it. I can see the comicality in that. Phoebe likes to stick her head out of things. Or her tail. Like in Daddy's birthdaygiftbox. But that's another story...
So anyways, Phoebe had fun jumping, exploring and sticking her head places.
I was not so sure about the situation. After all, we were usually not allowed in there. And Daddy called my name in a very weird way.... like they usually call my name when we have to go to the grim reaper or in the boxes or into another country... or something. It HAD to be a trap. I could feel it in my whiskers.
Too bad it turned out it was no trap, as Phoebe came back in one piece, all excited without having been in the box, at the grim reaper's or in another country. Rats! Missed out on all the fun. It could be years until the door opens again. Oh, well.

I'll go wait for the door to open.

-Ruska


P.S.: I need dis.

 

P.P.S: Dis too.

P.P.P.S: With a lift, so I don't have to climb up, that'd be exhausting.

P.P.P.P.S: This blog is lacking readers. What am I doing this for? Tell your friends!

P.P.P.P.P.S: Bob, will you marry me?

A Street Cat Named Bob

...that's the name of a book.
The book is about a cat.
The cat is called Bob.

Mommy bought the book the other day and her and Ruska are obsessed with it. Today she read it out loud to Ruska. Ruska cuddled up next to her purring and then started complaining when Mommy stopped reading loud. I would like to hear the story, too, but it is so exhausting to sit still. So I rather run around.
Mommy bought the book in English, because she said it is a story that happened in real life and maybe it is nicer to read the original words that Bob's owner wrote, not the translated version. And also that maybe Daddy might wanna read it. Daddy doesn't. He doesn't like sitting still either probably.
But Mommy and Ruska are a little different. Mommy says the book is amazing and the Daddy of Bob is a great human being and everyone should read the book.
Ruska says she wants to marry Bob, because he is so handsome and she has a crush on him.
I think you should probably read the book if you have not read it and can sit still. And if you like books. Or if you like cats. Or also otherwise.

Here is the book with a picture of Bob. So you won't miss it in the bookshop!

Today was devil day. I sensed that already yesterday so I got the idea I could help out a little. Mommy is always a bit annoyed on devil day, because she has to put things off the floor before she can devil and there are usually many things. So I decided to tidy up some of my toys. Ruska said, tidying up is if you can not see them anymore, so I started putting them into Mommy's shoes. You could not see them anymore, so they were tidied up. Mommy laughed and took a picture of it.
Really, I don't get humans. I wanted to help. I was serious!

So tidy!

Today after the deviling she had opened the kitchen window. I didn't realize it at first but it got windy suddenly and it usually isn't windy in our flat so I thought something might be different. It was. The window was open. Mommy usually doesn't open it, because she thinks I might jump out. She might be right. So she let me stick out my head a bit, but she always kept her hands near. I just tried to step onto the frame of the window, just to see a bit better, but she immediately took me away. Boring.

Breeze!

It was Pizza Perjantai today. That means Pizza Friday. I never quite got what pizza is, but today Mommy said we can have pizza Friday as well and now I know what pizza is - it is tuna fish! Why don't humans just call it tuna fish? You're really strange sometimes.

Ruska and me eating pizza!

-Phoebe

Hunting cat!

So, hi!

I am sorry we were lazy with writing, but you know how it is, right?
So much things to do, like sleep and eat and play and get bellyrubs and the day has only 24 hours after all. Plus, I got a job. Yes, you heard me.
It is obvious that Mommy won't bring home any money soon, she is not as awesome as I am, so nobody wants to give her work. That's sad, but now I have to do something. I canceled the office idea, due to the collar shirt and fur problem. I decided to be come a hunting cat. Yes.

It all began with Mommy playing her funny game with the horse and the many other animals and the boomboom. So exciting. I love watching it when she plays. So much to see and awwwwww, great! Anywho... she had the mission to kill 3 bears, with one shot... all... or each... I don't know, I don't care, something like that. It apparently is pretty hard, because the bears like to kill people. And horses. I thought they eat honey... and Maultaschen in Paule's case... but I was wrong as it seems.... on the other hand... I don't think they eat the horses... and the people.... baaack to the point:
Mommy likes bears very much. Probably more than cats. (OMG!) So she was very sad she should shoot them. But they are just in the wall...or on the wall, not real anyways, so she tried it still. She told me I was her bear hunting cat now and I should warn her when a bear was close. Then there was a bird. I watched the bird. Only for one tiny second... well, the bear used the second and killed Mommy (who is a Daddy in the game by the way, weird, right?) and also Mommy's horse Phteven. Mommy wasn't amused and I got fired after 1 minute in the job. Tough luck.
So that's why I decided to become a (bear) hunting cat myself. Mommy always gets a lot of money in the game when she sells the animals that she hunted. That should work for me too.
The only problem is that I don't have any guns. But I think my claws are probably sharp enough to take down a bear. The other problem is that I have never seen any bear in the flat. Except Paule, but he is my friend, I can't kill and sell him. So yeah.... I need to figure out some small things still, but then I'll be a rich cat!

Here is me training to become a hunting cat.

Take care!

-Hunting Cat Ruska