Catzilla is in the house

What will I find when I get home? Will it be my little Mikacu? She is small, she is cute and she completely wins you over in 10 seconds. She loves to cuddle up in your arms, puts her little claws softly on your face to lick your nose and is purring in your ear that she loves you….

Or will it be Catzilla today? She looks like Mika but she is all claws, races around the apartment and climbs up the curtains. And I am not exaggerating when I say  I am not the only one who holds back when Catzilla is there. Both Senna and me are creeping around the house, trying not to make any sudden moves or we are jumped by the cat lady.

Luckily most of the time Senna and me share the house with Mika: a cute, clever Cornish Rex lady with some strange habits. One of them is her passion for fishing. I keep telling her that the wale hunt is banned and that she does not have a fishing permit, but she keeps on going. Also her eating habits need improvement; last week it was six tulips in three days, then I gave in and took away the flowers. I explained it was not a salad bar, but did she listen? Nope. And last but not least what is this thing with toilet roles? Where ever you put them, and I prefer somewhere close to the toilet, she will steel them, unrolls them and then starts shredding.

So as you understand she is indispensible. O, I just got a message from Senna; whenever you want you can pick up Catzilla free of charge…….

I'have been Cornish Rexed

For five months now I have been the proud owner of two Cornish Rex kittens. No, that is not right, it should be for five months now I am proudly owned by two Cornish Rex. Mika and Senna entered my live a few months after my dear European short hair Purri went to kitty heaven after 16 years of loyal and peaceful service.

After Senna and his sister Mika entered the house peaceful has left the building. I have started this blog to share with you the adventures of my big eared, fast running but very friendly cats.

Of course I should have know that giving your kittens the names of formula 1 drivers (Ayrton Senna and Mika Hakkinen) was asking for trouble. When the daily racing time starts my apartment is a mix of chicanes, hairpins and straights that have to be run in a new speed record.

Mika’s attitude in life is I am small, I am cute so I am allowed to do anything I want. She is an expert in unwinding toilet roles, fishing, moving all kind of objects, and cuddling. Senna is more philosophically, he takes his time to think about the challenges in life, loves to cuddle, is a big food addict, loves to run and jump, and last but certainly not least hit his sister.