Yesterday morning, the side neighbour’s cat decided to take a walk on my front yard. Kika saw it and got furious, as someone invaded her territory, she had to mark it… and so she did. By peeing on Siegfrieda’s scratching plank.

The plank was stinking so I had to dismantle it, wash the rope, and the weather is wet so it takes a while to dry. Frieda is trying to scratch everything and a bit more, including my leg.

On another matter, my other neighbour’s cat passed away. She was 20 already. May the kitty rest in peace, she always greeted me when I visited them.

Ah, I finally got a picture of Frieda’s cute fang:

This is the reason why I often call her “meine Orkin” (my she-orc).

The cat scratched my wife while she was trying to groom him.

Snoring underneath a mountain of blankets

We have two cats, littermates, Emma and Lizzie, 5 months old. They are aadorable, a daily clown and acrobat show, and we adore them. A couple of days ago, coming home from a bike ride, I dropped my shorts on the floor, Emma ran out to sniff at the crotch, and immediately recoiled. My partner got a little ceramic cat figurine. Lizzie is still not sure it’s OK, drops into attack posture whenever she walks in the room.