KattyCat, not jealous.

My mum's mum - i guess that would be my granny ? - anyway, my mum's mum's cat - is that my auntie ? - has had babies - are they my cousins ? Gosh, cross-species families are complicated.
Anyway, 3 kittens.
Very cute.
No, no, i'm not jealous of their cuteness, i mean they ARE cute, that's a fact, and now i'm even showing them on my blog, sharing my fame with them, so there, i'm not jealous.
But seriously, what is there with kittens and humans ?
I mean come-on - a mature lady like me is the best companion you'll ever have. I'm smart, playful, self-sufficient (apart from the catnip bit, yeah, yeah), AND, last but not least, I AM BEAUTIFUL.
So why are they all cooing ??
Yes, my cousins are cute. They live in the french countryside on a pink fleece. Yes, everything kitten is super cute, and maybe everything french too.
I was once a kitten you know, i was once cute too.
And now i'm just plain BEAUTIFUL.
And not jealous of the attention that all the kittens of the world get.
Not one bit.
So, stop looking at them, because in this place, it's ALL ABOUT ME.
All right ?
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KattyCat, busier than a bee.

So many things have happened lately, i have been the busiest cat ever.

I mean, for a start, the Da Birds seem to regenerate so quickly, i feel like i'll never managed to keep them under control. As soon as i eventually manage to kill one of those feathery things, here you go, another one appears. Thankfully, i'm a brave scottish cat, and i'll fight the invader with all my might. I don't think i will ever tire of this war. Mummy insists it's just a game to keep me fit - but let me tell you, she has no clue. General KattyCat will win over the ever renewing Da Birds !

Oh, and the humans have decided that i needed some hard brushing to get rid of my winter fluff - i mean COME ON, i NEED my heavy coat for those cold scottish spring nights, now that the radiators are off ! So i'm learning new kinds of meows to make sure mummy understands when enough is enough. Damn brushing, it really spoils one's nap. And i don't see the problem with a few hairballs, even when they come through the other side... er... well... you know... Anyway. What happens in the litter box stays in the litter box. Well, most of the time that is.

Oh, and mummy has started a new season of "i need to get fit, let's do gym with my wii" - oh dear, i mean, doesn't she know that her belly is just perfect as it is - soft and comfy, perfect for a tired cat to sleep on. What if she looses all her fat and her comfiness ? So i've been feeling that it was my duty to interfere, and ask for food, catnip, play, or even just a cuddle when she's huffing and puffing with her hand weights. I'm not being annoying, just supportive of my mummy's current figure. I really don't see who could blame me.

All of this, plus the birds to keep an eye on, especially on the sunny spot in the morning, i'm telling you, i'm way overworked.
It's hard work to keep on top of so many things.
Yet, i can't wait for the season to heat up, with the "spot the open window" game coming up soon.
I think i really, really like spring time.
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