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Here we are again !
Yesterday looking through all kind of stuff in Internet I found the following add :
Isn' that nice ? At least she takes it easy.
As it's cold and wet outside, everybody slept. The house was a dormitory. I took the occasion to choose the deepest sleeping cat for the assault I had in mind. I choose Arthur, because when he is sleeping you can put a bomb besides him and maybe he would open half one eye. The result is this :
and that :
don't think I am crazy, maybe I am, but looking through the sites of cat lovers I found one which was called "put stuff on your cat" and the guy collected pictures from whoever wanted to, with cats and stuff on them like this :
that's really a funny idea. Somebody wrote that this is cruelty to animals, but I don't think so, if Athur didn't have such a deep sleep he would have sent me and my camera to hell. Anyway, Lisa did so and Pookie was offended that I dared to put things on her, so she left the room with dignity.
My husband only thought that I lost my mind.
PICCOLA part III ...end
After a while my little appartment became too small for us and we wanted to get married. So I was looking again for an appartment with garden for Piccola. I found one nice, but there were a mention : "No Strangers". Of course I knew that owners didn't want to rent to arabs or blacks, but I called and told the lady that I was stranger as well. As I am not belgian but german and my husband italian. And of course I knew that she would be enthousiastic, because they all thought germans were especially clean people with their houses. Which of course is nonsense, every country has clean and dirty people. So when we wanted to sign she mentioned that she would never have rented her appartment to italians and started to lamentate about them. I was grinning inside and then told her that my husband was italian. She was so embarassed that she almost wanted to hide herself in a mousehole. Nevertheless we signed and became good friends.
Piccola was happy in her new home, and discovered the garden. Everything went smooth. Then one day my doctor confirmed that I was expecting a baby. Of course some stupid people asked what I would do with "the cat", because cats are dangerous to babies by sitting on them and asphyxiating them. That really made me angry. We had never thought about such a stupid thing. When I bought the baby outfit I let her smell on everything so she got used to the odor.
When I came back from hospital, she sat beside the changeing table and watched while I was changeing the diapers. She also sat beside me when I were hand feeding. Sometimes she sniffelled the little newcomer and laid down purring. Over the baby bed I had put a net. But she never tried to jump in. When he was a little older and sat in his "rocking chair" she stroke around and he tried to catch her tail (which never happened) and he was laughing with all his heart and his toothless little mouth.
Our son with Piccola, Bianca (the dog) and Pitsou (the guinny pig)
Bianca
Yes, we got a dog too. Our son dreamed about a dog and one day on the sunday market we saw a cude white little puppy sitting in a carton. We took it with us (it was a she). When I put the puppy on the floor Piccola jumped on him with a loud screem and for a moment I didn't know what to do, but then she sniffled at her and little Bianca knew who was the boss. They really became good friends sleeping and eating together, the only thing I had to watch about was not to be too close to the dog, then she became jalous. But as it was officially the dog of our son, there were no problems. So we had Piccola, Bianca and Pitsou.
Piccola was still in a very good shape, it was 1980 she was nearly 20 years old. Nobody wanted to believe that. And then beginning 1981 she suddenly declined, became skin and skinnier. The vet could only say that she had renal problems due to her age. In march then there were nothing to do anymore and I had to put her asleep. She crossed the rainbow bridge.
It was awfull, I never ever had or have cried so much than in this moment. And still today after so many years I can still feel the pain I had. She had shared the most important steps in my life, she married with me, became mother with me and shared my young independent life with me.
There were stupid people even friends who told me not to mourn that much because it was "only a cat" I could have killed them. It doesn't matter whom you moarn, human or animal. In your heart they are the same.
After Piccola came other cats. I loved them all, but I never found this intelligence, and complicity she shared with me. Until Pookie came in my life.
Pookie about 2 months old
cont/...
And as usual some wise remarks on cats :
If an italian designer would invent an animal, he would certainly create a cat, she is beautifull (mostly)and elegant. A dog is beautifull too but he dripples.
A life without cat is like fish without chips.
A dog sits besides you when you work- A cat sits on your work
There is a big difference between cat and dog, dogs have owners, cats have servants.
Closed doors are an insult to a cat because she always needs something which is just behind this door.
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Arthur worked as a mechanic under the cars today and came home covered with huge oily black spots. Besides that he didn't smell like a rose. I tried to clean him a little, but he didn't like it and escaped. So next a bath is in view. (God help me !)
This is Arthur in his new sleeping place under my desk. That's my little working place I created for me.
and Kim did her 24 h sleep. No excuse me, she stood up three times to stroll to her plate.
Pookie had to interupt her nap, because we had two flies ! And she loves to catch them ! So she ran around jumped on table, chairs, stools and sofa and finally catched one of them. After that, she was completely exhausted and collapsed 
on my bed. (Here it's a stool, but the position is almost the same)
My husband this morning complained bitterly about Lisa. As usual he was reading in bed, but Lisa wanted to read too so she pushed the book aside, by rubbing her head against it. He tried to hold the book up, down, left, right, but there was nothing to do. And on the top of it she purred like hell.
Now I have to say that Lisa has a very special kind of purring. She doesn't do it like usually all cats, no she puts something like a pigeons curring in it and it's so loud that you can hear her from another room. Impossible to read or sleep . It's a real wonder what a loud sound is coming out of such a small body ! Nobody had ever heard a cat purring this way.
I don't know how the story ended he felt probably asleep after a while with the fight of the book and Lisa too, winning as usual.
Part II
PICCOLA
this is one of the few pictures I could get from her in the computer. All others are glued in albums and impossible to remove.
After a few months, I decided to move out. There were no prince in view and I wanted to be of my own. Of course I had to find an appartment with a garden, so that Piccola could go out. After a while I found a nice one the owner also accepted the cat, so I moved in.
Than began another life. For the first time we lived together and alone ! So while I was working, she slept and when I slept she went on her nightly excursions. I didn't want to let her out during the day because of the traffic, but during night it was very calm. I bought her a beautifull basket put it on the windowsill so that she had a nice view on the street during the day. Then I got a call from an old neighbour bitch. I should remouve the basket and cat, because it looked scandalous and only the red lamp were missing to think that this were a "knocking shop". I thought maybe she wants to sit in the basked. She made such a mess by calling owner, my parents (??) etc. That finally I removed the basket. But Piccola took it cool, she continued to sleep on the sill, without basket but on a plaid.
Now when I went out, I wanted to leave her home. No way ! As soon as she saw that I took my purse and the car keys, she arrived quickly sat at the front door and looked at me with firm decision : I come with you ! So I opened the doors she ran to the car and climbed in, settled down and we drove away. She really loved driving in a car. She stayed in there, looking out watching people or slept, until I came back. Of course when I went to friends, I took the leash with me and she came with me. Very often when I came back from shopping, the car was surrounded by people looking at Piccola, and cried out "A cat in a car !" This, I must admit was very unusual.
When friends visited me she did a selection. The (in her eyes) nice onces, she payed special attention to. Striking around their legs, purring and asking for a cuddle. Then came the onces she ignored completely sat somewhere and looked untouchable, so the person wouldn't dare to approach her. The last categorie was the once she didn't like at all so she looked at me with an angry glance and left the room. And slowly I realized that she was always right. There were man who just pretend to like her to please me, the once who were falsly nice to her and as soon as I turned my back insulted her, and the once who really loved her. So I did the selection trusting in Piccola's judgment.
The day she met my husband for the first time, she agreed to him immediately. She smelt that he really loved cats. (I didn't know that). He did everything to please her, but it wasn't even necessary, she liked him. That was good for me.
After a while he complained about headache in the morning. He couldn't understand why and so did I. But one evening when I came home he slept as usual with the head under the pillow and who was sleeping on top ? Piccola. Now we understood. He tried to sleep with his head on the pillow and Piccola had to choose another place in the bed, but automatically he returned to his old habits. Finally she had enough and slept on his back.
Now began a life of three.
in this outfit my parents met him for the first time ! (shocking)
.../... next time.
Some cats wisdoms
The first day God created the cat
The second day God created the men to serve the cat
the third day God created all the animals in the world to serve the cat as food
the fourth day God created work and let the men work for the cats wellness
the fith day Gott created a sparkling ball so that the cat could play with it (or not)
the sixth day God created the veterinarians to watch over the health of the cat and ruin the man.
The seventh day God wanted to rest but he had to clean the cat's litterbox
DIARY
This is the picture that I carry always with me. It's like "wash and go" only here I have three in once. Doesn't take much room. So what happened the last days ?
Pookie moved from my bed which she squats since 3 years to the new sofa in my husbands office. and sleeps there. But as a caring cat to her food furnisher she comes during the night in my room jumps on the bed and verifies with her paw on my face if I am sleeping well, while purring softly in my ears. Unfortunately she chooses 3 am, when I sleep like a baby to check on me. And when she is sure that I am still alive, then she returns without a noice back to her sofa. And I turn in my bed and try to fall asleep again.
Arthur too changed his usual napping post. He now sleeps under my computer desk, so I nearly put my feet on him because I didn't see anything and now I have to work with my legs besides the table.
Kim is mostly in the garden watching, but not hunting, she has such a little mouse heart that I am sure she is afraid of both birds and mice.
Lisa as usual spends her days sleeping somewhere, nobody knows exactly where, but if one of us dares to put a foot in the kitchen she arrives running as if the devil would be behind her, from nowhere and claims for food. This cat is a very good actor, somebody who doesn't know her could believe we would never feed her.
How did I come to a cat ? 
Cats for me as a child or even later were cude animals to pet and that was it. When I was 23 a girlfriend of mine had a cat and I found this funny and liked to play with her. Maybe that once I dropped the words "If I had a cat ..." but I really don't remember.
So what a surprise that on my birthday my girlfriend put in my arms a black little furry wool ball with two yellow spotlights, pointing up ears and an upstanding little tail. For once in my life I was completely speechless. Of course I found that very kind, but what should I do with that little thing ? I still lived with my parents and they would never accept a cat or something else. They loved animals, of course, but ... So I took the little thing with the accessoiries which went along such as litterbox, litter, food put everything in my car and drove to another girlfriend who lived alone and asked her if she could keep the cat until I found another solution. I didn't know anything about cats, their character nothing. It was completely newland to me. So what I did I spent my lunch hours with the little thing which finally I named Piccola (which means little in italian). Piccola, found immediatly the way to my heart, even so at the beginning I was sometimes a little afraid of her. I didn't know anything about cat language. But that stopped quickly and we became complices.
I took her with me everywhere, shopping, dancing (she waited in the car) to friends on the beach on holidays ...when I think it over today I don't know how I managed that. Piccola went on a leash or was sitting on my shoulders and on the beach she ran behind me. But we still lived separated. The day my girlfriend had to move out, I had enough. I took Piccola and her belongings went to my parents and said : "Or you accept her or I move out !" I could say that, because I earned quite well my life and could easily find an appartment. But at that time (1965) a girl had to stay home until the charmant prince took her away. So for their reputation my parents agreed to the following condition :
The cat has to stay in the basement. With the result that Piccola used her Opera voice and she had a VOICE worse than a couple of siamese together, so I quickly went down, carried her up to my room put her in my bed and early in the morning carried her down to the basement and put her in her basket.
When my parents got up, Piccola was sleeping in her basket opened an eye on my parents who declared that everything in life was a question of eduction.
My father and I went to work. When I came home Piccola was sitting on the windowsill in the kitchen, washing, and my mother near a nervous brakedown. Piccola had used her unique voice for an hour in the morning and my mother gave up she couldn't stand "the voice " anymore and let her go in the kitchen.
The next day Piccola greated me in the staircase. She had used her voice again and sitting in front of the kitchen door she had given a personal concert for my mother. Conclusion, she was allowed in the garage, the staircase and the kitchen.
After that when I came home in the evening, I found Piccola in her basket in the living room. My mother sighed and told us that it was impossible to keep her out of the living room when she was inside. My father mumbled something about a weak character and then watched Television. Of course it was out of question that Piccola used the armchair or the holy sofa.
Not long after that my Piccola slept peacefully in the armchair and gave me a satisfied glance. And then it happened what she probably had in mind since the beginning, she landed up on my fathers knees who petted her happily.
That was the beginning of a long lasting life together.
to be continued ....
What cats teach themselves :
- Always sleep on the human at night so that they cannot move arround
- Get enough sleep during day time so you are fresh for your nocturnal games
- When you are hungry, meow loudly so they feed you just to shut up
- Always find a good patch of sun to nap in.
- When in trouble just purr and look cute
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Kim, the beauty, very shy and sensible. When friends arrive she is hiding
Pookie, my little body guard, very clever and the boss in the house. She loves my computer and creates files and folders, prints and does things I don't know. She also is a very good hunter (unfortunately) and proudly brings her victim home most of the time still alive, so that my husband has to catch it and brings it back to the garden.
Lisa, already nearly 15 years old but still a young girl in her mind. She is a real nerve sawing machine and a walking stomac. Very affectionated !
Arthur, the only boy amongst the girls. He is a funny stoic cat, nothing bothers him. Besides that, he is very helpfull, especially when neighbours are working in their garden. He also likes to assist to whoever is working in the street, e.g. for electricity, telephone or water. He climbs in open cars to check if there is not a nice place to have a little nap. He also loves the neighbours beds and is not ashamed at all to lay in there for a while.
And I am the Director of the group 
together with my husband
who is also a big catfan. He considers Arthur as his personal cat and when he presents him to people he insists that it is "his" cat. But I am not so sure that Arthur has the same opinion.
So we are living all together in the nice little city of Waterloo in Belgium, where Napoleon lost his battle. A few years ago up to today objects and bones were still found by the farmers on the surounding fields, the left overs of a bloodbath battle. Mr. Arthur has also tried to find some interesting things in our garden, but until now his researches were unsuccessfull.
As this is a kind of introduction for the future I found the following texts about cats :
"God made the cat in order to give man the pleasure of caressing the tiger."
(I am not so sure, probably God created her because she insisted. And every cat lover knows what that means when a cat insists!)
Cats do what they want.
they almost never listen
their reactions are not predictable,they cry when they are happy
If you want to play, they want to be alone
If you want to be alone, they want to play
They expect from you to fullfill all their wishes
they are lunatic
They leave their hairs everywhere
they drive you crazy and costs you a fortune.
I think this is very true. But we love to do all this.
and this is true too :
If you are looking for the best place in a house, move the cat
If I play with my cat who has more fun me or the cat ?
If we would cross men with a cat, men would be better
If it rains at the back door, every cat is convinced that it is not raining at the front door. (so please hurry from one door to the other)
This will end my introduction for today
