Tag: cat

let’s play hide and seek

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Henry sometimes disappears for hours during the day.  No idea where he is.  We are not even sure where he spends most of his nights.  The doors and windows are looked so we know he is inside – but where?  We looked under the bed, in cupboards, in drawers, under blankets,  in corners, behind shelves, in boxes – no Henry to be seen or heard.

The little bugger had us completely bamboozled.  Today we found his hiding place.  Of course, it was the last place we looked.  He was sound asleep in his … (drumroll!) … transport box!  The very thing he fights literally tooth and nail when we try to put him inside.

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catmas

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Henry post of Christmas day: Although we have the barest of trees – in German I’d say: “abgespeckt” aka: stripped of all rashers of bacon – Henry still managed to climb it and break a few “branches”. He is wishing everybody a merry Christmas, though.

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I’m partially to blame, I guess.  Running after the camera instead of kicking the cat out.

let me slurp your bathwater

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Henry really loves me. He now waits until I step out of the shower and starts licking the leftover water from the floor. It must be Love.

Instead of a photo I offer this song text by the Comedian Harmonists as illustration:

Laß mich dein Badewasser schlürfen,

einmal dich abfrottieren dürfen,
und deine Oberweite messen
und alle andern Frau’n vergessen, vergessen,
laß mich dich einmal nur massieren
und deine Rippen dabei spüren,
für einen Kuß auf deine
Sohlen möcht ich dein Pantoffel sein!

Any grace gets lost completely in the translation no matter how hard I try, so I keep it as literal as possible abandoning all attempts to capture the feeling of the song:

Let me slurp your bathwater, let me towel you dry, and measure your bust, and forget all other women, let me just massage you once, and thereby feel your ribs, and for planting a kiss upon your soles I wish I could be your slipper!

I couldn’t find the Comedian Harmonists version online, but this group is close to the original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWhhPX5SlB0

 

 

gimme a break!

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So I’m already having scaled down Christmas decorations and after ignoring the sad remnants for two whole weeks Henry goes and breaks one of the glass cylinders protecting the unadorned, artificial candles.
I think I’ll go and have some Glühwein to console me.

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Addendum: Last year bought a stylish wooden permanent Christmas tree. I thought I could put it up if I leave off the adornments. I woke to find this this morning. I’m surrounded by Scrooges. *sigh*
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A friend showed me a Christmas tree wrapped in cling foil: “Have you tried this one yet?”
Me: I fear my husband would also use it as a towel rack.

rapprochement

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Henry went outside and I left the bedroom door just a bit open so that he could come back at his own convenience. A while later I discovered him sitting on the bed and I thought he’d had enough for the moment and closed the door (baby, it’s cold outside…).
About half an hour later I see Johnny, the neighbour’s tomcat, wandering through the hallway. Inadvertently I had locked him in earlier. This means: they spent about half an hour in each other’s company without complaining about it. Yeah, I didn’t hear a thing!

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green thumb

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One of the most interesting activities I do around the house – at least according to Henry – is watering the plants.  He walks with me from pot to pot, follows my every move like a hawk, and is utterly fascinated with what I am doing.  Now if only he had proper thumbs they could be green.

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spa treatment

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I was extremely tempted to open the tap.

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Ariana: I do when Messi does that. Sometimes it takes him a while to realise water’s running down his fur…

Eklastic: You are a bad person. 😁 I actually did later when he came by watching me as I was about to rinse something off. He got such a fright that he jumped backwards, missing the toilet bowl only by luck.

Ariana: Messi’s not scared of water. He almost dies if he sees/hears the hoover or dogs.

Alice: Henry is the best Cat ever!!!

Annika: One of my cats is addicted to drinking from taps. Once, I had the bathtub filled with water due to a water cut for some works and as soon as I go to the toilet, when I got home in the evening, I see my cat flying to the bathtub (as usual) before I could say or do anything… needless to say he flew in and out in a microsecond and I spent the evening cleaning.

Abby: Our cat, Spot, loved it if we’d turn the faucet on just a trickle. She loved to drink from it!

Alec, incidentally the first man to answer: If you open the tap, you will end up with a wet pussy.

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a gourmet is born

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None of the cats I ever shared a house with was interested in catnip. Neither is Henry. But he looooooves “herbes de Provence” and nearly jumped in my plate when I sprinkled some on my food. I put some in his bowl (without any food) and he licked it clean.

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