Cat-wash

In Norwegian cat-wash means a short, simple wash, but I think this term is misleading, because cats are very carefully licking all parts of their body.
Sia found a proper place to have her wash this morning, in the laundry basket!

She took her time and in the end she looked like she had been going round and round in the washing machine. The unsharp photo made the impression even more ridiculous!

Hiding in the grass

Mum is finally cutting the grass in the garden. I think this is no good idea, because I like to hide in the high grass.

And there are delicious greens all over, good for 'the gastrointestinal tract'!

Lazy days are here again...

I enjoy the sun and do nothing else these days. In other words, nothing to report so far!

I do it my way....

I have my own way to get into the house. I climb up a large pine tree, jump from one of the branches to the banisters of the porch 3 feet above the ground, prance along the banister and take a short breake and look inside before jumping down on the floor and tilt the hatch up and sneak into the living room.
Mum has shot the photo through the window. 

Cat- jammer in the garden

An intruder has strayed into my area - I do not like to have strangers sneaking around the house. What do they want?
It is best to chase them away in case they have sinister intentions ... this one was hard to scare! He stayed long, longer than I could accept!

Eventually, he was sensible and slunk slowly away with his tail between his legs!
Some cats that I know, are welcome to pass my territory, I don' t mind them hanging around. I actually like visitors.

First Summer day morning

Please, do not take a picture of me, I am just woken up, and have sleepy eyes!

A stretch and some cat wash upon the table on the terrace in the morning sun.

This is Pusling, Pus in short

She is the cat of Hanne and Mum's son Magnus. She goes with them to Lia, but I stay home.
This Easter Mum's sister which gives me food, complained that I did not eat. That's not true, but I have no appetite when I am alone in the house.
Pus is a ship's cat, the race which have six toes on each paw in order to walk steady on deck when the waves make the ship rock!
And she is heavy, twice my weight, at least!