Thinking of you

It is always nice to know that someone is thinking of you. Husse and Matte spent a few days in Brussels and they kept thinking of Skuggan and me. They kept an eye out for a cat everywhere they went, but there are no cats in Brussels... They saw dogs. And birds. But no cats. Weird. Until they came to the supermarket: there must be cats in Brussels!! Why else would they sell cat food?! 

They saw so many dogs, it was no surprise the dog shop had to close down. All sold out? I assume the royalty are going for cats instead. That's why the royal dog shop had to close down. Ha!

Lace-y or lazy?

Skuggan and I spent a few days at the cat hotel and had a good time there. Well, I had a good time there. Skuggan hated every second. She stayed in her little safe place under the wicker chair from the minute we came until the minute we left. A big sheet is hung over the chair, so it is quite a cozy little "hut" underneath. The people at the cat hotel are really nice, they give Skuggan her bowl of food under the chair. 

Husse and Matte went somewhere they call Brussels. If you check Google for Brussels, you get lots of interesting results: sprouts (I like them! If I ever have to be a vegetarian, I'll want Brussel sprouts!), biscuits and lace. Lace? I thought it was lazy, but ok... 

We were all happy to get back home (Skuggan was happiest!) and I had my back-home-cozy-hour with Husse and Matte last night. Matte took the picture. Now you tell me: lace-y or lazy?? 

Christmas already?

Is it really Christmas already? There's a big pile of presents, but there's still no Christmas tree. (I like to pee the Christmas tree, but don't tell Husse or Matte!) I checked all the wrapped gifts but I don't think there's anything for me. Yet! 

Because I'm worth it

Matte and I needed an extra snuggle last night in front of the tv. Because I'm worth it. 

Goodnight, sweetheart

A picture is worth a thousand words. I guess two pictures are worth two thousand words. Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight!

Swedish Angora

Combing, brushing, tending to my fur... generated a lot of Enok spare parts for future use if it gets really cold. I think I am a Swedish Angora cat. If Matte just started collecting the soft kitty hairs, I am sure she could start knitting a nice Enok scarf for the cold winter mornings.