The Delicate Scent of Kitty

Lychee here. Lucy isn't blogging this week in protest against some royal wedding in some country called Yoo-Kay. I've never heard of it. She said she was disgusted by the media blitz and was in a bad mood all day thursday. None of us have a clue what she's talking about. On friday she raced around frantically for an hour before taking a fainting spell, collapsing on the cat tree muttering "it should have been me..." under her breath.

One of the volunteers has also been acting very strangely recently. Each day she comes in, she does the usual cleaning up (god I LOVE watching them scoop poops, hilarious!) but then she starts pulling apart the furniture and scattering it across the room.

Us feline members of Chatopia have worked hard to get the chairs to smell just right. It takes time, snoozing mostly, and the occassional rebel male to spray a little (before they get the.. heh-hem.. snip snip. After that they're always more subdued). The volunteers meanwhile keep cleaning up after us and spoiling our combined perfume

Anyway, this crazy volunteer has been taking all the lovely scented fabric off the chairs and covering them with some kind of impermeable membrane (sorry about the geek-speak, I've been watching a lot of science documentaries recently). It doesn't smell anything like as nice as the old kitty-doused covers did - but the colours are nice.

Actually, I think it's kind of fabulous. I love tools. Although I tried repeatedly to get involved, I was mostly ignored.


Meanwhile, Tammy was keeping everyone on their toes with some stealth pooping. She managed to squeeze one out on the linoleum in the studio room without being seen - yet somehow they still knew it was her! Baffling. Serves them right for overfilling her litter tray: she likes it tray with just a hint of litter, no more.

Sadly, Tammy, Kyana, Sterling and a few of the others have now left Chatopia. It was nothing to do with the pooping, they've gone to find homes elsewhere. I wish them all the luck, but as for me, there's so much cuddling and love here at Chatopia, I'm happy to live here till my perfect human comes along and finds me.

What IS that thing??

What has no legs, no arms, a long thin fluffy body, and follows a ball wherever it goes?
You don't know?
Well I don't know either, I was hoping you could tell me!

This week a generous man came to Chatopia and donated some luxury kitty items. I was most delighted with the cat tree and made quick and efficient use of the lavender scratching post, which you have to admit, really compliments my glorious peach fur and dreamy blue eyes ---->




BUT... he also unwittingly brought with him a strange and hideous creature, setting it loose in the front room of Chatopia!
Several of us investigated the thing as it wiggled and rolled it's way around the floor.

Lychee thought it was a snake, but Tammy pointed out that they aren't fluffy.
Kyana thought it might be a raccoon (she's such a moron).
Tammy postulated that it was possibly new to science, but I suggest that it is, in fact, simply some malformed creature of uncertain origin.

 One thing was certain - it had to be put out of it's misery.

Tammy's Appeal - open your hearts

It's me again, Tiny Tammy. I've been feeling a little blue this week. But you could probably help me feel better...







Did you hear about the dog they rescued in Japan? I can't say I like dogs much, but the story raised the hairs on my neck for a different reason.

Think of all the cats and dogs, hamsters, birds and other pets who also lost their lives in the disaster. It makes me sad to think about it, but stories like the one about the rescued dog lift my tiny kitten heart back up again. They give me hope.

Did you know there are people - people like the ones who care for us at Chatopia - who have made it their mission to rescue the pets who survive tragedies like this? These companion animals have lost their families, the people who love them. I'm amazed at the unending compassion of volunteers and animal rescue workers who search for and retirieve them from the rubble, give them warmth, food, love, and eventually: new homes.

What is even more wonderful that rescuing that dog from the sea? They were able to reunite him with his family!

I heard about a few places where humans can give their support to the workers who are rescuing animals from the Japan tragedy:
The Humane Society  works tirelessly, as do World Vets.
There is uplifting news of rescue and rehoming from the Japan Cat Network

Next time you are going to hand over those funny little metal circles in exchange for a coffee (I've smelt that stuff and it's icky anyways) why not give those coin things to a charity instead, and help our fellow kitties.

I don't even mind if you help the dogs - just help!

Operation: Overt Odyssey Kitty

I havn't blogged for a while - I've been far, far too busy for such things. However, I understand that my worshippers may not know how to continue through their lives without the attention of their wonderous Queen Lucy, and so I shall blog once more.

In the past two weeks I have carried out Operation: Overt Odyssey Kitty. In order to prevent Kyana La Banana from re-establishing her regime in Chatopia, I've been bombing back and forth through the corridors of my Queendom, showing the other kitties - and volunteers - who is boss.

A second cat tree was erected just outside the Studio. I've been sure to make my presence felt there. I've also been following the volunteers back and forth while they work, reminding them at all times who is the softest and most beautiful cat here (me).

It's a resounding success!
Kyana and I have the odd skirmish, but I have banished her to a cottage on the outskirts of my glorious Queendom ---->

Chatopia is mine again, and my people are happy. Right now i'm reclining on the main office chair in front of the computer listening to Mozart's Le Nozze De Figaro K492 Overture (what a masterpiece) on the radio.

All is well in my Queendom - Long Live the Queen!

Tiny Tammy

I'm tiny Tammy. I saw what happened to the others, I'm keeping this sweater on till I'm sure the cat-shaving lady is gone!

I've been at Chatopia for a few months now, and this place is always changing. Cats come and go, ornaments move around, we even had hamsters last week! They found homes straight away, but I'm staying for a while longer.

The past week has been hectic. Espoir came back - she missed us all so much and she's delighted to be 'home' (even if it did mean getting shaved as well). Then there was the ceiling in room 1. I was taking a sip from our water fountain when I heard a crash and Little John screamed like a kitten. It had rained so much for 2 days straight that part of the ceiling in his room collapsed. No-one was hurt, they just got a shock. When the volunteers came in they moved them to another room and cleared it all up. It smelt funny.

Speaking of which, I've earned the unfortunate nickname 'The Little Smeller' because of a little poop-issue I've been having. I just love sneaking into the bathroom and pooping in the tub - you should see the volunteers faces when they find it! (And wow, does it stink!) Sometimes the poop gets stuck in my fur, this is the reason I got my butt shaved.
I'm so tiny the volunteers can overpower me easily, so I can't stop them from grooming me and giving me baths when I smell.

It's a hard life being so little!

I better go before Lucy wakes up and catches me blogging - bye!

The INDIGNITY!!

I'm so furious I could spit.
I'm almost too disgusted to blog.

Humans! Eargh! Just when you think you can trust them they do something so terrible, so heinous, so utterly humiliating that you can only dream of dying and being reborn as a massive Sumatran Tiger so that you can smash into their bedroom at night and eat them alive like crunchy mice.

This particular human, I curse her! She came in on Friday, disguising herself as being some kind of cat-worshipper: stroking us and cooing. Then she pinned Frosty, aka 'Hummer', down on a table and shaved him bald.

I laughed at him of course. He said it felt wonderful and followed the volunteers around all weekend thanking them and asking for them to rub his fuzzy butt. I mocked him and told him he looked like a drowned dog.
Would I have mocked him had I known what cruel, evil fate the volunteers had in store for their Queen?



It started with Kyana.


I watched her from my perch, snorting into my paw with laughter.
What a fool I was!

No sooner had they stripped her smelly fur off, when they came calling for me - oh, I thought, you have come to worship my wonderous gorgeousness? But no! They placed me on the table and that dreadful woman tortured me for 40 whole minutes!










The inhumanity! This is no way to treat royalty!


When she'd finished I couldn't even smell myself any more, I was cold and humiliated. She released me and I furiously swiped at the volunteers to let them know who was boss again.

I sit now in the silence of Chatopia, empty of those dasterdly humans, and groom my poor, shaven skin.
My lustrous locks are gone! What cat should have to endure such a thing? Not me. I admit I was a little too warm before, but nothing I couldn't handle. There was no need to go this far.

It's also true, I can move a lot easier now, but that's neither here nor there.

I guess smell a bit better too.... and I feel quite comfortable without those matted armpits...


I wish the volunteers were here to pet me...

Au Revoir, Espoir

We lost another of our old timers today: Espoir has been one of the more tolerable of fellow Chatopiites, in fact I kind of liked her. She was always shy and kept to herself - I respect that in a cat.
But alas! She found a new home, and I wish her well. If only... well, my time shall come.

Obviously no human worthy of my wonderousness exists at present, so I will content myself with life as Queen of Chatopia.

Speaking of royalty, what is this I keep seeing on the news websites about a 'Royal Wedding'? Who are these William and Kate people? They can't be very important, I've never even heard of them, yet people across Canada are making such a fuss about their engagement.

Pah.

All that media coverage about some foreigners, and yet here in Montreal they have a far more important, true Canadian Royal: Moi, Queen Lucy-Poozy. Unlike them, I am the rightful ruler of a vast swathe of this country - from the door downstairs all the way to the corner of Room 3 - that's as far as the eye can see!

My Queendom has been quiet this week, except for a lot of boxes arriving and being moved around. 'Donations' the volunteers call them, a nuisance is what I call them. A couple of cats came and went, but not much else to report. Anyway, I'm off to do my rounds. I've started walking the perimeter of my territory regularly, saying hello to my subjects, making sure things are where I left them.
You never know when some pesky volunteer will have moved something ...