Thank you Lola and Lexy

Every year, a gift exchange is organized in the Cat Blogosphere (thank you Paula!). A few days ago, we received a big package: this year, our Secret Paws were Lola et Lexy, and their greeting card was attached to the gifts.

All the presents were beautifully wrapped in rustling paper, it was fantastic: even the packaging was in itself a gift !


Claire received a lovely scarf, a nice lid cup and a colorful potholder, and we received an irresistible fruit assortment, a tunnel and bonito flakes! Did I mention that the fruit came from Yeowww?

After a good dose of… uh… lemon, I went to explore the tunnel, and you know what? It’s a rustling tunnel! It makes rustles when you play with it, I love it!

And since I’m kind, I even shared my lemon with Zorro.


Thank you so much, Lola and Lexy (and their human Dawn), you spoiled us!

Pixie is full of ideas

A few days ago, I showed…. creativity: indeed, it looks like that the spark of malice characteristic of the kittens has experienced a revival of activity in me.

Tuesday night, I wanted to check Claire’s do-list: you never know, sometimes she would have forgotten something.

On Wednesday, I gave a solo concert in the middle of the night: unfortunately not many people.

But Saturday, it was unprecedented: Claire and Momo decorated the house for Christmas last weekend, and since the time we were little kittens, we’ve never done anything but play with the tree decorations. As usual, the railing of the stairs was illuminated.

In the late morning, Claire and Momo heard “crounch, crounch!” Because they weren’t in the same room, Claire asked, “Is she eating her chicken neck? “And Momo said, “No!” Momo then asked, “Did you give her a treat?” And Claire said, “No!” They then found themselves in the corridor, under the stairs, just in the right place to see me crunching in one of the LED mini-bulbs of the garland.

Claire and Momo started waving, gesticulating, lecturing me, blah, blah, blah… Result of the races, Momo spent a while swearing and detaching the garland that he had taken an hour to carefully fix at the railing. After examination, it turned out that several bulbs had suffered the same fate: crunching in these plastic bulbs was a bit like popping bubble wrap for me, you know?

I really don’t see why my humans made such a big deal out of it!