Careful

Zetti: I am a bit cautious. I don't like to try new things. The best thing I know is when the three of us are alone at home, and everything is normal. No visitors, no loud machines, no moving of furniture. Then I'm happy.

Balancing act

Zina: Every time I jump up on the balcony that Mensch thinks I'm gonna fall down. I never do. She doesn't understand that the tail is for balancing, but I do like to scare her. This time I saw an interesting dog. What does she think? That I'm gonna leave the comforts of my home? Proper food (most of the time), good sleeping quarters and cuddling when I want it. Nah, I'm staying.

Snoozing

Zetti:

Zina:

Zina&Zetti: normally we wake up after the afternoon snooze when it starts to get dark, but today it was raining, so we extended the snooze, biding our time.

Stick time

Zetti: That Mensch has started a new routine. Not new-new, but every evening we get to share a stick. A stick that we love, it consists of something tasty. But now she has started to shout "stick time" in a voice that sounds movie-like. Zina: I love those sticks. That Mensch thinks we are stupid, and need a "stick time" shout to understand when the food drawer is opened. Doesn't she understand we are always tuned into food?

Hunters

Zina: I love moths. I love them so much I eat'm!

Zetti: Today a bird flew into the glass balcony above ours, then fell dead onto our terrace, like manna from heaven. Hurray! I don't get why the balcony doors are suddenly closed! I wanna get out there and get a good bite!

Shit

Zetti: I shit 1-2 times a day, and so does my sister. Therefore that Mensch has gotten two toilets for us, one on the balcony and one inside. I think it's because she's too lazy to clean them more than once a day. Zina: That Mensch tells us that if she had the metabolism we have she'd be real skinny. That I would like to see!

No good food

Zina: Lately that Mensch is not serving food that I like. She is trying new dishes like tuna in oil. I licked the oil, and left the tuna.

Zetti: She was also serving raw salmon, I took one bite, then walked away whiskers held high. Today she cooked the salmon, which was even less appetizing. I want food with sauce!

That Mensch: ungrateful little bastards. You are cats, and you're supposed to like fish! The salmon was quite expensive too!

Fine food

Zetti: Lately I have thrown up a lot, it's the hairballs. I think it's also the cheapo food that Mensch buys for us. So now she finally got it, and have bought real luxurious food. Today we got salmon and tuna. Yum! And of course I didn't throw up at all today. Zina: When I was smaller (ok, that Mensch keeps on telling me I'm still small), but when I was a kitten I was a bit sickly. These days I'm healthy and my fur has grown into a shiny black one. (No time to sit down to eat when yummie stuff is being served).

The art of sleeping II

Zetti: Don't wake me up, I'm trying to sleep here!

The art of sleeping I

Zina: Don't wake me up, I'm trying to sleep here!