Many spaces!

Hello hoomans!

It's been a while. Many things happened, I was too busy processing all the information in my tiny, furry head, so I really didn't have a free head for blog postings. Phoebe said she wants to read the story of "How I met my humans".... my version, I mean. I don't know. Probably it would bore everyone. I'm not that good of a story teller, you know? I am better with being... well, fluffy and awesome.
Also, there are more important things happening!

A friend of Mommy's was here for some days. We could sleep next to her on the sofa, which was a bed, so that was fun. Then Mommy and Daddy both got very sick and didn't need to go to work and were lying on the sofa, which was also a bed then, so that was fun, too. We watched a lot of the TV with the weird people that talk weirdly and that kill each other and there are horses and a tiny guy and an asshole (sorry, I am not supposed to use that word), but the asshole (sorry) died and that was fun. It's about a throne, too, I think.

Then we watched a show with many hoomans who are sick and one hooman grim reaper who wants to heal them but then he doesn't, because he is grumpyhuman. He walks on a stick and he is what Mommy calls "sarcastic". I find him entertaining. He reminds me of myself. The show is about a house, too, if I got that right.

I also had some quality times with Mommy. We watched a show together that Phoebe and Daddy don't want to watch. There are humans having superabilities or something. There is one that can smell and see very good and one can make other humans do whatever she tells them too. I'd like to have that skill, it would solve the food problem for good. There is also a guy who is weird. Mommy says he is weird because he has a psychological thing called autism and that is veryvery hard to act that and that the human who acts it is really good. She wants to marry him, too, I think.


Phoebe was peeing much again. The other day she peed on all of Mommy's bags at once. Mommy told Daddy she would give Phoebe away and she cried and seemed serious. But later she was hugging and cuddling Phoebe and said she would never give her away, even if she peed on everything.

I had the feeling Phoebe was a little unhappy. I don't know why, but she wasn't purring much. I mean, she is never purring very much, I am the famous diesel engine in this household, but still. She was like not purring at all. She seems happier now, because (and that was supposed to be the actual content of this blog post) things changed very muchy.

Some days ago Daddy and Mommy carried big pieces of wood to the flat. It was exhausting I think. We had to wait in the kitchen so we only heard them cursing and then there were pieces of wood, so I did the math.
They wanted to build a box out of it... or something. But they couldn't cause something was missing.
But then they finally started building it and on Friday and yesterday they were building a lot. Mommy got a small breakdown because of the chaos. I think she might be allergic to chaos. I should take her to the grim reaper soonish. Daddy said it's because she realizes we live here now and won't go back to the old place anytime soon. I don't know. They carried much more stuff yesterday while we were waiting in the kitchen once again. This time from the flat to out of the flat.
And then when it was very late already the bedroom was there!! There was something reminding me of a bedroom before when we were allowed to take a look every now and then, but now it is a real one! There is many spaces and no chaos and the door is always open for kittycat inspection. I very much like this. Mommy put a pillow and a towel on the window sill and Phoebe sleeps there all the time and loves it and she is purring more than I have ever heard her purring.
Daddy says maybe she won't pee anymore now. I doubt it.
Now I will go back to lie on the bed for a while. Who knows, maybe they will take it away from us again some time soon.
Mommy and Daddy are watching the TV with the men trying to win against other men in some game. It's Russia and Finland right now and Mommy says Russians can't play fair and Finns can't play good at the moment and that she probably should forget about Finland and support Germany for this world cup, cause even they are a less lost case.

Byeeee!


P.S. Happy Meowmmy's Day, Mommy!

The bedroom and our bed and the new box with the human furs!

Phoebe and me on our bed this morning.

Phoebe on the pillowbed on the window sill.

So much adventure!

OMGOMGOMGOMG!
Everything is weird and awesome! The flat is a mess. A MESS! HAAAHAAAA!
Everything is lying everywhere, closets are suddenly opened for thorough Phoebe-inspections, boxes all over the place. THIS MUST BE HEAVEN! Daddy came back on Friday and he has been taking apart many of the things in the flat... I waited for Mommy to scream at him. She would have screamed at me for sure if I had taken apart things. But she didn't scream at him... she also doesn't scream at me anymore when I crawl into spaces and check stuff out. I hope this never stops. This is awesome!

There is Daddy in the sofaroommess!

Aaaaaaahahahaaaa! :D

Hihihihihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihiiii!

HELLO! Can you see me???

I'm in the mess! HELLO!?!?!?

hihihihihihihihi.

Boxheeeeheheheheeheeees!

Ruska is panicking again. Daddy had taken the shelf off in front of the TV. Ruska couldn't watch anymore and she was freaking out. She was running and standing on her back legs and was mumbling in panic "Can't see. Can't see. Must see. Can't see."... Mommy then put the small climbyscratchthing there so Ruska could see. She said in Germany there are sitting spots in front of every TV integrated! How awesome is that? Ruska says she might die, if the adventure does not stop real soon. She is also hyperventilating again. We need that paper bag. Mommy said the worst part is yet to come. She probably means the most awesome part! JIIIIIIHAAAAAA!

I need to comfort Ruska.

I have also seen that Mommy refilled the lunchbox! There is different food in there, my favorite one! She said, if we are too nervous to be hungry we will eat that still, cause we get it so rarely. I am not very hungry indeed, there is too much excitement to be hungry, but I will sure eat that food when we get it. Can we has it already now? Plis?

-excited Phoebe

Catastrophoebe and the drama...

Phoebe is crying again. She also tries to work the ringelingthing and call an animal shelter to be picked up and brought to a new home. Puberty really is as bad as they say... luckily my little ones are out of the house already, I really don't even want to start imagining this theater sixfold. Ugh! Usually I don't care much about the trouble of Phoebe and Mommy, but I guess today Phoebe went too far for real.
Mommy was looking for something in Daddy's closet... I think a certain towel or blanket... and Phoebe used the time to jump on the boxes in the bedroom. Mommy has put the empty one away, so we won't try to play in it. Now, I don't know how Phoebe managed, because I figured the boxes are very heavy with all the stuff, but she dropped one of them to the floor accidentally. It was very, very loud. I think Phoebe was lucky she didn't get under it, because she would be flat as a pancake now.
Mommy came and screamed a lot. And then screamed even louder when she saw that there were glasses drawn on the box that dropped and it said "Very fragile!!!" ... she opened the box and took things out that were wrapped in lots and lots of paper and she was screaming and cursing and crying and screaming and telling very many very bad things she would do to Phoebe. She unpacked all of the things and turned them around and then sighed, because none were actually broken. She said it is a miracle and that Phoebe is a lucky bastard, because she might not have to kill her now. I would have killed Phoebe as well, there were our spare foodbowls in the box, what if they would have broken? Then she wrapped everything back into the paper and put it into the box. It took a long time. Phoebe was nowhere to be seen.
Mommy had just stopped crying and screaming, sighed, put the box back, carried me out of the bedroom, closed it and went back to Daddy's closet........ and she started screaming again. When running to the bedroom she had left it open by accident and Phoebe had used the time to have a look... again. Almost everything was thrown out of the lower shelves. Mommy screamed and tried to catch Phoebe and I already wanted to get popcorn, because I was sure THIS is the moment when Mommy actually will nail her to the wall on her ears! But Phoebe got away and ran straight into our villa.
Mommy couldn't get her out, so she went to the kitchen (still screaming) and took scissors and started cut the villa's roof open over Phoebe's head. Phoebe screamed for help and said Mommy was gonna kill her. Then she fled into the kitchen. But Mommy didn't run after her anymore, she kept taking the villa apart while screaming that she would have left it for us until Monday, but if Phoebe can't behave there must be some kind of punishment and if Phoebe will do ANYTHING anymore before the scary adventure the next thing she will take down is the climbyscratchthing. She also told us about the catwalk she wants to make for us in Frankfurt some days ago. Many empty shelves on the walls on which we can jump and climb, so there is more space for us to play. But now Mommy said she won't make that one either. It sounds exhausting anyways, so I don't care, but Phoebe was extremely excited and cried even more when Mommy said she was not giving her one.
I don't care about the villa either, every time I go in there I get stuck in the door and Mommy laughs at me, so nothing missing there. But the climbyscratchthing is nice, I would be angry if Mommy takes it away earlier than necessary because of Phoebe.

Mommy later said to me she would rename Phoebe to "Catastropheebs"... I find it funny. There is "cat" in the word and "catastrophe" and "Pheebs".... so it fits very well. I will never call her with any other name. Hihi.

Mommy had also made a new picture with comic versions of us. This time with different facial expressions.... I don't like to admit it, but she got pretty close!

There you go.

Also, don't forget to like us on Facebook so Phoebe won't start crying even more. It really hurts my ears already.

-Ruska

Box-Mommy and some small mishaps...

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, clumsy little Phoebe. Stupid. Clumsy. Stupid.

Ruska was right at first... Mommy didn't keep the bedroom shut after my little incident the other day. Only when she is not home it is closed, but when she is home it is open. But of course I can't keep my nosy paws off anything, so I messed up yet again. I was curious if the one box up there on the other ones was empty, as Ruska told me. So I wanted to take a look. Only look. With my eyes, not my paws It would have probably worked, but I have this talent for falling down from things... with things. I just tried to climb into the empty box on top of the full boxes in the bedroom... but somehow, while climbing in, I lost my balance and I tumbled and the box tumbled and we both landed on the ground. It made a lot of noise. I told it to shush but it didn't listen. And then Mommy came. Oh no. She gave us a very long speech about how this just can not continue like that and if the temptation is too big and we are unable to keep our paws off the box then we just can't go in the bedroom at all anymore, even if she is home. Ruska says she isn't angry, cause she still does not believe Mommy will go through with this. But I have one baaaad feeling, I can tell you. I think Mommy is pretty serious.

She is a genius, too. After she wiped around in the kitchen with water on devil's day, it is all very clean there, especially the shiny kitchen counters. Yesterday I walked around on them a little, when Mommy was not home. I couldn't go to the bedroom, so I had to find something else to do and checking out the kitchen counters seemed just fine. This time nothing could go wrong, I was very careful. I didn't drop anything and I knew, in case Mommy came home, I would hear her coming in and could just quickly jump down. Everything was under control. I was already long back down when Mommy showed up. She didn't suspect a thing. But then something strange happened, later in the evening. Mommy was cooking human food for herself and suddenly laughed and asked "So who of you two ladies were up on the kitchen counter?" WHAT? WHAT? I mean, HOW? I knew she has to be a witch!! Maybe some hair? But usually she would not need to ask who of you, as she can find that out by color and thickness of the hair. But then she checked out our paws and said it must have been me. WITCHCRAAAAAAAAAAFT!
Or maybe not, cause later on I saw this picture on her ringelingthing.

Whoopsiedaisy.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Dirty pawsies. Stupid pawsies.

Luckily she was too amazed about her detective skills to be really mean at me. She was just laughing and saying she was awesome. Pff.

But my hopes are growing, that Mommy might finally get behind the sense of boxes. In fact, I caught her playing in one herself. Saw it with my own cute plate-sized eyes. She looked frustrated and said she wanted to quit. I don't really get that, but look, she is playing in a box!

Mommy in a box!

Yesterday Mommy was happier than on the other days in the past weeks. She said she found the perfect Christmas gift for Daddy. She is very excited about it. Probably it is a box. Why else would she be SO excited? I got Christmas presents, too, once. I peed on half of them and broke the rest, so they aren't really around anymore. I wonder if I will get some again this year? She should stop buying boxes for Daddy but buy something for me instead. And Ruska. And the bear. I don't know the bear yet, but the bear is a friend of Mommy's in Germany. She said, maybe he will come for a visit when we live there. She also said, me and him combined would be close to a nuclear explosion. I don't get that. His name is Paule.

Hello, Paule, if you read this! *waves* Looking forward to meeting you!
So yes. Presents for me, Ruska, Paule and our adoptive brother Mikko should be first priority for Mommy right now!

Also, Mommy was happy because she said she is going to eat raw fish today! With the Auntie and some other aunties and uncles and also the auntiefriend of Mommy's that carried me to the nice lady's place! Raw fish. Sounds delicious. Am I invited?

-Yours, Phoebe (who wants a present...) (...and raw fish.)

Devils-day!

Used a weak moment of Mommy to get to this machine. Not sure how much time I have. Might be kicked out before publishing this. Life is complicated.

Phoebe had planned to write something here today, but Phoebe is mostly busy sitting in a corner mumbling "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid Phoebe. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." to herself since last night. Frankly, she is a little. Her plan was to be the good cat at least for one day. She never has managed before, but she was super-sure she would succeed yesterday. Mostly because I had let myself go a little, but come on, I was just having a look.
What would you do if there was an empty open box right in front of your nose? That's right.
And the thing with Mommy's cheese? I mean really, it was there, Mommy wasn't, I was hungry and it smelled nicely. Who can blame me? I just planned on having a lick, but it was too good to resist. Mommy got angry and kept yelling at me about 'Camembert' and 'hers, not mine' and that I was too fat already. I am not fat. I am just well furred. Pff.

Anyways, after this trouble Phoebe was very sure that nothing could come in between her and her day as the perfect well-behaved kitty. She forgot about one thing: her own curiosity. And so while Mommy was putting things into boxes in the kitchen, Phoebe jumped onto the piled boxes in the bedroom. I mean jumped. Dude, can't you just like smell first or something? Of course Mommy came in just in that moment and she shoo-ed us both out of the bedroom and closed the door and said "that's it, you're not getting there anymore for the next two weeks". Phoebe feels very guilty and I entertained myself a bit by teasing her, pretending I would be very angry that we can't get into the bedroom because of her. Hehehehe. I am not really angry, Mommy won't go through with that anyways. I just have to sneak in and hide under the bed. I do that sometimes, especially when Mommy tries to get us out of the bedroom. I am not retarded, you know? Mommy always makes a lot of shooshoo and jumps around and waves her arms and tries to reach me under the bed. It is hilarious. So, yeah, there is no way her nerves will allow her to keep us out of the bedroom for the next weeks.

Today was devils-day again. I hate devils-day.
I always know it's devils day when Mommy wipes around on things with a furry thing. That's what she does first. No wait, first she wipes around in the kitchen and there is a lot of water involved. Then she wipes things.... then comes the devil. It is always like that. Luckily she was kind enough to leave the bedroom open for the time she was deviling around. However, she checked every 2 minutes if we were hiding from the devil on the boxes. Survived the devil yet another time. Phew. Mommy said the next devil-day is when Daddy will come back. Who cares, Daddy can't save us from the devil either! He is even also deviling sometimes himself. Cruel world.

Now I will go to lie into the shelf for a little while before Mommy notices I am here. She said that the Mommy of our friends Minttu and Jekku comes to pick it up tomorrow. Meh, another sleeping place less. So I have to use my time wisely.

So long, humans.

-Ruska

Sweet chaos!

Pssst.... it looks weird in here. So exciting!
There are... one, two, three, four, five, six... six big boxes in the bedroom, that Mommy filled with things that contain paper and things that play movies and human fur and stuff. There is also one big bag and one small box and the little shelf is all empty and she does not even scream at us when we climb into it.

Here's Ruska in the shelf...

And the ... "vestibule" *proudly looks to Ruska, see I learn from what Mommy teaches* was open for a long time yesterday and Mommy was sighing and putting weird things into a small box and said "ewewew" and that it's Daddy's oily stuff that he uses when he plays with cars. ...and I could not touch it, because I would become ewewew and oily as well.
Then she filled a lot of bags and her small suitcase with tons of human paws! And she was talking to herself that she can't believe she has become such a girl and there is waaaay too many of them, but she still wants more. Strange. Have to agree with Ruska here, one set of paws and one fur is more than enough.

Also the castleroom looks all different. There was quite a lot of stuff on top of our castle, but that it gone now. It then turned out that one room of our castle has a broken roof, but Mommy said she won't fix it, as we don't take the castle to Germany. Whaaat? But she promised to build a new one there soon. I sure hope so.

She also asks us all kinds of funny questions that we don't get and we can't answer, cause we can't speak human language, only type. She said that she has to "paint the kitchen table", because the nice old-style green was very nice in this old shithole of a kitchen, but it won't fit into the new one, as it is renovated. She wanted to go with either dark brown, black, white or red and asked for our opinion. I'd go with black. With a white spot and yellow eyes. That would be pretty. But also then she wondered how to paint it, cause we would run over it and be all brown, black, white or red ourselves! That's why I'd go with black, you see?

This morning she finally told me more about the adventure... she said we are driving for many hours and that the plan was for us to travel first class in a huge box in the back of a truck! Or something.... how eciiiiting! But then she suddenly said that that is madness and we can't do it and at least Ruska would die of a heart attack, as it is dark and cold and loud back in the truck. Now she wants to use our normal boxes and leashes so we can go to the litter box and have a snack every once in a while. She said it would be better, cause also we can hear their voices and it will calm us down. That is true. But Ruska will probably cry their ears off.

By the way.... note the comic versions that Mommy made of us!!!! They look exactly like us, don't they?
Mommy made also this cool advertisement for our blog:

Hihiiii!! In the background that's the place where we are gonna live!
It has a bridge and biiiiiig houses and lightning! Yes.

- Yours, Phoebe

BOXES!!!

... I take everything back! Mommy did not lie! There are boxes! BIIIIG ones!! I am excited! That happens rarely! I am even more excited, because I am excited! I feel like a teenager! Like Phoebe! Like.... my God, Ruska, get a hold of yourself!! *slaps herself* Ehemhem... *clears throat*

Okay. Slowly... there are boxes. And a stick with color in it.

Mommy went to our bed earlier than usually today, because she said she was very tired. However, she was back out of the bed after a very short time and said it didn't make sense. She brought in some of the big things from earlier today that she had stored behind the human catflap in front of the human catflap that leads to cold and scary adventures (in-text explanation from Mommy, she insisted: "She means in the vestibule." whatever.)...
She looked at the things for a long time and seemed pretty confused... she moved some parts of them and looked even more confused and mumbled something that "even the instructions of Ikea boxes are a nightmare".... Boxes? Did I hear boxes? Where boxes? Gimme!
She struggled with the things a while longer and I could not believe my eyes - slowly but surely the big things turned into boxes! Mommy might be a witch. Which would explain her foible for cats... but I get off the point. Boxes! I was already on my way into them when she told me I could not play with them, cause she needed them. What? Whatwhat? What do humans misunderstand in the definition of boxes? Boxes are meant to be played, sat or slept in. They don't have any other use. Mommy then started to take things out of shelves and put them into the boxes. Most things came out of the big container of human fur in the bedroom. Then she closed the boxes and wrote things on them with a fancy pen. She wrote her name and words like "CDs", "DVDs", "books" and "clothes". Because I wasn't allowed to play with the boxes, I played with the stick with color in it instead.

Box! And the stick with color in it.

There are only a few human furs left in the container now. I took a picture of that as well. I know, it still looks like a lot, especially considering I am perfectly fine with only one fur, but believe me, there was 10 times more! There is also some human fur that she didn't allow Phoebe to sleep on when it was lying on the bed, because she wants to sell it. Heaven. I am strictly against fur trade!

There is also Enno, Ernst and Om Nom! Hello Enno, Ernst and Om Nom!

Now there is 3 boxes and one huge bag full of human fur and other things standing around here. I wonder what she's doing that for. Is that some kind of human box-game? I sure hope she won't waste all the nice boxes on that. I'll keep you updated on the boxsituation.

-confused Ruska

P.S. Here's my revenge for the picture of me with glasses. Mommy investigated a glass of human food today. She said there was supposed to be apple jam in there, as it says on the label, but there was in fact apple sauce in it. Mommy was confused and said Finns are weird.

Hihihihimuahaha... humans look stupid.

Lies!!!

I will get back at Phoebe for posting this embarrassing picture of me. That's for sure.
Maybe also at Mommy, because she took the picture.

I am annoyed. I slept horribly and that is all Phoebe's fault! Yesterday she told me she needed a toilet but didn't feel like going to the litterboxroom. I told her she should better go, I know how angry Mommy gets if Phoebe does her business someplace else. Still Phoebe found it funny to use the snugglybed instead. I usually sleep in there, she does, too, sometimes. I told her that was bad, but she said it was her snugglybed anyways and she could do whatever with it. Even pee in it if she felt like it. That is NOT fair! She didn't even want the snugglybed in the first place! She was wondering "what kind of crap" Mommy had given her for her birthday. I started to like the snugglybed and sleep in it. And then she started, too, because she always copies what I do.
At first I thought Mommy might not notice. I ran around the bed and complained, because I am sure as hell not sleeping in Phoebe's pee. After a while Mommy noticed a weird smell in the living room and stuck her nose into our snugglybed. And she screamed very loudly once again. Luckily not at me, cause she knows who is guilty if there is pee somewhere else than in the litter box. Then she took the snugglybed away and said she wasn't sure if it was ruined for good and that we would never get one again if it was, because it was very expensive and she doesn't like the idea of giving us expensive things when we just pee on them. We? WE? I didn't do anything!

I kept complaining a little, cause I wanted my snugglybed back! She told me, if I never get it back I can thank Phoebe for that, but that she would try to rescue it. Later in the evening I saw it in the castleroom, where Mommy and Daddy keep a part of their human furs. I could not reach it and it stayed there all night. I had to sleep on the sofa and it was moist and smelled weirdly, because Mommy had sprayed some stuff there to get rid of the pee-smell.

This morning, luckily, Mommy put the bed back on the sofa... it does not smell like Phoe-pee anymore, but like flowers and spring. I haven't dared to lie in there yet, though, I don't trust the situation. And Mommy sticks her nose into it every time she comes to the sofaroom. Weird.

Also, yesterday Mommy told she was going to buy boxes today! Many boxes! I was a bit excited, because boxes are amazing. But then she said we could not get them. WHAT?

I was just cleaning myself when she told me the boxes were not for us.

I got such a big shock, I forgot what I was doing.

Today she was gone, but when she came back she didn't have any boxes! She lied to me! She just had something huge and she looked a little bit retarded, because the huge thing was huger than her. Almost.

She had the ringelingthing with her, so I could not take a photo. But I tried to draw how she looked like.

Mommy with the huge thing....

Artist: Ruska

She also brought a blanket for on top of our bed. She says it helps that there won't be so much of our hair on it. What's wrong with our hair? But I like the blanket. It is much better than the one that was there before. It had a hole and Mommy said it belongs under the big blanket not on top of it.

I asked Mommy to take a pretty picture of me on the nice new blanket.

Totally suits my fur, doesn't it?

But I really wonder where those boxes are that she pomised!?

-Ruska