Mimimi...

...mimimimimimimimimimi....
Nyyyhyyyhy... hyy....

*sniff*
Ruska is evil. *rubs head* Ruska hit me! Mommy always says that you shouldn't hit nobody! Humans shouldn't hit humans and humans shouldn't hit cats and cats shouldn't hit humans and cats shouldn't hit cats! But Ruska hit me! And Mommy saw it! She even laughed about it! *sniff**holds head*
I want to get adopted. Ruska is mean. I think Ruska maybe hates me. Mommy maybe, too. And everyone likes Ruska more than me and.... *bursts into tears and runs away*

*munch**chew**munch*
*looks left**munch**looks right*
Hello? Anyone here? Hm....
Oh, I see.... little one took it personally. Okay, well, maybe I was a little rough, but you know...? One has to fight for one's food. Yeah, I admit, I didn't think far enough when I wrote about stealing Phoebe's food, because of course Phoebe read it here and got all upset. Duh. Stupid me. Well, can't think of everything. Anymeow, we almost got burgers earlier. I mean, almost real burgers! Mommy was cutting the meat that is in burgers to turn it into human food. She made two little plates ready, so we could have some as well.
As always, she carefully checked that we both get exactly the same amount as not to be unfair. So far so good...

Noms!

I enjoyed my portion, as I always do. Also, I gotta admit, it is pretty exhausting to chew that stuff. Phoebe was done in no time and then came over to look at my plate. She asked if she could have some... well, she asked at least, but of course I denied. Then she said something about me always eating her food when she leaves and it was only fair to turn the game around and she took a piece of my meat. Wooooohooooo, sloooowly, little one! I showed her that this wasn't going to happen, hissed at her and smacked her face.
I don't think Mommy laughed cause she hates Phoebe, but Phoebe's face was pretty awesome indeed.

Mommy started drawing again. She said she did that a while ago... like many years ago. She never drew cats though and she said it's a pain in the butt, because of all the fur. And Phoebe was a bigger pain in the butt, because of all the black. She is not very happy with the results. She says she screwed up Phoebe's eyes and my mouth. That is true. Anyways, my beauty can't be caught in a drawing. Not even a photograph.
Mommy said, if she cuts both pictures in half and puts my eyes and Phoebe's mouth together, then it is a pretty perfect cat. Well, that would look funny.

Weird-eyed Phoebe.

Weird-mouthed me.

Now I guess I should look for Phoebe. She apparently took that little incident personally. I almost feel a little sorry.

-Ruska

Phoebe's Food Paradox

Hello humans!

I know, it has been a while again... it is not easy lately. Mommy's head is full of not having a job. That is funny in a way, cause if you don't have something, how can your head be full of it? My head is never full of food, cause there is never enough of it... for example.
Anyways, because her head is full she spends more and more time on the machine. Looking for works or playing games on Facebook or reading in forums or watching some humans in red uniforms that can fly and help other humans. It is hard to find a time to write something for me and Phoebe. Mommy was even at a point talking about not letting us write anything anymore at all, cause she said that not many people are reading anymore and it would all be in vain. And that she needs the machine for other things. IT'S MADNESS! I tried to explain to her, that she should instead give us food more often. She said those two things are not related. Nonsense, everyone knows that food is the answer to everything.

The food situation has become critical.
Sometimes it takes many hours before we get more food. Mommy says, that is only because we eat much faster than we used to. Excuses. I came up with a brilliant idea... I am eating the food from Phoebe's bowl when nobody notices, after she left it. When she is coming back, she will find her bowl empty, and because she is believing in the good of everything, everyone and everycat she doesn't suspect it was me, but thinks she ate it herself and just forgot about it. Because she knows that she should only eat from her own bowl, she won't touch mine either. So I can come later and take my time to eat my own portion. Brilliant, isn't it?
What? What do you mean "that's evil"? One has to survive somehow in this cruel world! What would you do?
Well, sadly enough, Mommy got behind my brilliant trick and now she keeps shooing me away from Phoebe's bowl every time she sees me eating from it. That's unfortunate.

I really wish I was a human. They can eat whenever and whatever they want. Even cheese!
Mommy and Daddy were talking about burgers a lot on the weekend. I don't quite know exactly what a burger is, but the way they talked about it sounded like it is the best thing ever. Yesterday they went for burgers, because Mommy's friend from Finland was visiting. She is staying in Frankfurt as well, but without cats and not as long as we. She was nice. I slept next to her.
Anymeow, they went for burgers and I told them I wanted to join. As loud as I could.
Then Mommy indeed said, that I could have some too! I got excited! As you know, that happens rarely, but I really wanted to taste the burger thing! Burgers have cheese sometimes, you know? That's what Phoebe said. I don't know how she knows but it sounds about right. As burgers are awesome and so is cheese.
She went to the kitchen and filled food into our bowls and gave us a treat with chicken and cheese (yes, they sell that, wheee!) each. I waited next to the door while Phoebe ate her food and was all excited about the yummy treat. Then they left. I was still next to the door. They forgot me! Can you believe that?
Phoebe said, that Mommy didn't mean we could have burgers, too, but she meant the treats with the cheese. Well, that can't be right!? I think they just forgot me. I'm deeply hurt. Well, maybe next time.

I found out about another weird thing humans do. At least here, not in Finland though.
This time of the year they dress up as something they are not and then they have fun. They all it carnival. Yeah, as I said, weird.
Phoebe got incredibly excited of course and wanted to do a carnival as well. Ugh, god, no. She always wanted to be a dragon, so she dressed up as a dragon. I didn't want to dress up. Phoebe said I shouldn't be a party pooper. So I put on my crown and said I was a queen. Phoebe was happy. Not that my crown would be a costume, I am awesome, it is part of my normal accessories. But what does that little black kitten know?

This is our costumes.

Byyyee!
Ruska

P.S.:
Rest in Peace, little Pounci!
Too bad we didn't have the chance to get to know you...

Our Granny will take care of you now.
Hugs to your Mommy and sister Misto!
-Phoebe & Ruska & Mommy

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?