Friday I'm in Love

(remember The Cure? where did they GO?)

Shaky shaky due to instability and bad light conditions, but I think the message is clear.

I love my cat, and I think she at least LIKES me :)

Speaking of Izzy...

...she used to be a deserted, skinny street-cat too, but she seems to have forgotten that by now. This picture was taken quite shortly after she moved in with me, she had stayed (and got well fed!) with Fredrike for a while, but she was still CRAZY for food, she always seemed to think that every meal was the last one to get served.

(I try to tell her that she ought to remember how tough it was to be deserted, but she simply wont listen - "That Fredrik is NOT going to take ANY of your attention away from me, I've served my hard time in the streets, I deserve full attention from my Human Being by now" she claims. Well well...)

royal update

Um. National overload?
Well. It WAS the king's birthday (April 30th)

...and back at our place we enjoy our new leather-couch. Queen Izzy even lets me sit in it from time to time.

Easter in Karlstad

This is river "Klarälven" in my hometown, Karlstad.

This is a new one - it wasn't there a few years ago. He does look a bit familar, perhaps an old boyfriend left behind, or something. Hm.

(why oh WHY would you place a statue of a gorilla in the middle of the street?)

OK, so mom's cats are sissies! Iriis and Astor huddled together behind the couch.

I, um, wonder why? So I guess Izzy was a little... well, she WAS stark, raving MAD. Dunno what it is about her and neutered males.

(Iriis is a neutered female, but Izzy always goes for Astor)

Here goes: the result of the big fight. 90% of this is cream coloured fur from Astor. A mere 10% could be traced back to Izzy. Oops.

CSI Västerås

This is what met me this morning. The beautiful white ranunculi I bought for myself yesterday were slaughtered during the night, probably by one ANGRY cat kept waiting too long for fresh breakfast (they have "dry" food available all the time, but every morning they want a something extra, most often some tuna)

The suspects, both of them masked until proven guilty.

True Romance

Limo, flickering candles, some dancing cheek-to-cheek...

Nah, not really, but least they are able to stay in each other's company for as long as it takes to gulp down a small Whiskas-supé. There's nothing like a bad case of gluttony to unite peop... eh, cats.

Catfight

"Hey, Old Man! You eat my food, smooch up my Human and steal my best hide outs - but this, THIS is NASTY. That's MY window, you've got some balls to... naaaaw, wait a minute, you don't, do you? You HAVE no balls ...miaaaaaahahahahaooooo"

(OK, so she IS a bitch)

Cool accessory, I guess

"Yeah, so all your clothes will have loads of black hair sprinkled all over them. Please, tell me again why this is supposed to be a problem?"

Day three of The New Västerås Zoo

In lack of possible gardenbragging (it's still hidden under layers and layers of snow) - may I present my African Lily. She lives (at least for a few days more :-/...) on my kitchen table. Lovely.


"Oh, picture's being taken, right? Wait, let me strike a pose..." (OK, so Izzy IS a little narcissist, but that's alright with me)


Fjant is doing his best to conquer his new apartment. He's doing... well, it could be better, but at least improving. Finally I had to feed him close to his beloved safe nest under the couch.

Västerås - Cats

Most recent additon to the zoo (we call ourselves "Ten legs, two tails and one redhead" ;)) - this is Fjant. He moved in two days ago. Originally he lived with my friend Fredrike, she sadly died in December, hence Fjant will stay with me for a while. He is lovely, although still stubbornly residing under my couch, due to one mad black panther of sorts...

My beautiful black panther Izzy. I guess I ought to take her to the vet, she is still fertile (on the pill) and it's said that fertile females despise neutered males (yup - Fjant is neutered).