Hi!
Oh, wow, I'm so exhausted!
Just finished a wild soccer game against Mommy. I am not quite sure who won. Probably me. Mommy is very good in soccer. I am too... because I am superfast.
So superfast that sometimes my feet slip away and I fall on my belly. Luckily I am well-furred, so it does not hurt too much. Phoebe was playing with us for a while, but she is more a fan of the game we played before soccer. Mommy throws our toys from the scratching tree to the other end of the living room or the hallway and we have to run and catch them. It is fun, but I like soccer more. There is only one ball involved and not so many toys to clean up afterwards. Even though it is Mommy who cleans them up anyways.
Wow. I really would need some food now, after all that sports. But of course the bowls are empty again... ugh, gosh. Well, at least Mommy saved my food from Phoebe today, so I still have some bit in my belly.
Phoebe turned into PhoePee again.On Saturday and yesterday she was bored and wanted Mommy to give her attention. Unfortunately Mommy was too busy at the exact moments when Phoebe wanted attention, so she could not give her attention. Phoebe said something about "I'll show her." and then peed somewhere in the flat where she knew Mommy would go soon and step in. And Mommy did step in. Two times. On Saturday she was very angry and went to the shops to get out right after the incident. But yesterday that wasn't an option, as she just came from the shops. So instead she screamed at Phoebe. Dude, I have never heard her screaming like that. She told she would find another family for Phoebe and then Phoebe would wish she would have appreciated the attention she gets here, because the new family would not give a fuck about her. And she would never get cuddled and never talked to and she couldn't write a blog and wouldn't get candy. And they would only feed her crappy food and maybe only once a day and eventually in a few years Phoebe would die from kidney failure or diabetes or another bad sickness that cats can get from crappy food! I just looked at Mommy with biiig eyes. I have really never seen her so angry.
Phoebe sat under the scratching tree and cried and shivered and said she was sorry and she didn't want to leave and die. And then Mommy started crying because she felt like a bad Mommy and because she had screamed so much at Phoebe, so she hugged Phoebe and told her why she was upset about what Phoebe did and then we got loooooots of candy.
Lets see when Phoebe will pee again. Can't wait for Mommy's reaction.
So long, hoomans!
-Ruska
DestiMEOWtion Frankfurt
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Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
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!
-Ruska
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
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