Awesomeness wins cuteness!

Anytime... really!
Phoebe might be cute, but I bet I have more fans! (But don't tell her, she might feel sad, she's only a kid, she doesn't get along with my fame!)

I also decided, that we will offer autographs to our fans! Phoebe thinks that is insane... but as I said... kids, right? I'm an IT cat, I should give autographs. Mommy says, she isn't so sure if I should keep writing the blog, because my arrogance starts getting out of hands. I don't think so. I have everything under control. No drugs, either. Just some catnip every now and then, maybe... who could blame me?
Anyways... let me know here or on Facebook if you want an autograph. (Maybe you should ask for Phoebe's, too, so she will be happy and get the fun behind it!)

I wrote an autograph for Om Nom. It said it didn't even want one, but I don't care. It doesn't know its luck! Getting the very first exclusive Ruskagraph! You can have a look how awesome it is:

Ruskagraph!

Today Mommy bought us amazing businesscat accessories!! She saw them yesterday on the profile of Maurice, Luke and Joker. They are also cats and also living here and also famous. And they are boys. I'd like to meet them. I am still sad about losing my secret crush Jekku to Finland. I need other men to distract me. *sigh* Anyways.... their Mommy had bought them business accessories, so our Mommy bought some for us as well!

This is me with a tie. So business!

This is Phoebe with a bow-tie. 

We had to spend a long time in the kitchen this morning. There was another man who was running inside and outside and Mommy was scared Phoebe would try to get away again. The man spent a long time there and Mommy was annoyed when he left. She sad he came, because the other man who was here two days ago could not give us a ringelingthing that comes out of the wall. Now the man who was here today said, that the other man was just angry, because Mommy bought the ringelingthingthing from another company than the webz and ringeling is coming from, so that is why he didn't make any effort. I don't get it. Humans are weird.

Another man will come in some days and try again. I hope he will be more effective, Mommy starts really getting annoyed. And then she forgets to feed me.

Also, things went down today! Mommy bought another devil! KÄÄK! Why would she do that? Now she can devil even without getting the big devil! The new devil is way smaller and if I am not in the kitchen when she takes it, I won't notice before she starts deviling with it. I might get a heart attack! Help!

New devil! AH!

-Ruska

Daddyday!

Hi there!

Today Daddy must come back, because Mommy was deviling. As she said last time, he comes after the next deviling. It is very late already and he isn't here yet. I hope he still comes. He sent a parcel that arrived today. There was a stuffed sqwiwwel for us to play with in there, yaaay!

Sqwiwwel!

Ruska does not care about the sqwiwwel. She is traumatized for life, she says. Mommy didn't leave the bedroom open when she was deviling and the kitchen was closed as well, so Ruska won't jump on the counter. Ruska was rushing out of the living room as always when Mommy devils. To the left - bedroom door closed. To the right - kitchen door closed. Then back to the sofa room. And out again. It cracked me up so badly. I don't particularly like the devil either, but she really does exaggerate. She was heavily breathing still 10 minutes later and said she needed a paperbag to breathe into. Strange.

She also threw over the litter box today. I cracked up even more. Mommy had washed the litter boxes and put the lid off the one that has a lid usually. Ruska was stepping on the side of the litter box and it flipped over and litter was all over the freshly deviled bathroom. Mommy got angry of course. She had to fill the litter back into the box and she said she would love to lock Ruska in the sofa room together with the devil for a while as a revenge. But she didn't. She said again that Ruska is obviously too fat, though.

Mommy baked cake today. t took very long and seemed to be very exhausting. She made weird things with one of the two cakes. Then she looked at it for a long time without saying anything. Then she laughed very loudly and said "Now that is the ugliest piece of shit I have ever seen."...
Too bad she didn't allow me to post a picture. After the party tomorrow I can, she said.

Yesterday Mommy was gone almost all day. Early in the morning she started putting things into her headfur and then threw some of them around because they didn't do what she wanted to. But in the end her headfur looked very pretty and then she left because she said she needed to graduate.... whatever that means.
When she came back in the late evening she had some papers and flowers. But she brought them to the bedroom so I could not have a closer look. I want to graduate too, if I can get flowers to play with then. What do I have to do for that?

- Pheebs

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