Thursday Thirteen

Here we go again! 13 things about yesterday's picture...

1. The poor squillion was abandoned and put up for sale ($1.-!) at a local thrift store. The maid had never heard of squillions, let alone seen one, before I started blogging. But having been exposed to them now she felt that she needed to rescue it. Which she did. I immediately gave it some glasses (also from the thrift store…) so it fits in. No name yet. Suggestions anybody?

2. No, the cat in yesterday’s picture is NOT ME. I think Dragonheart was the only one to actually realize that. But it is understandable - even the staff has problems…. We look VERY much alike!

3. His name is Emil, after Emil und die Detektive.

4. He is almost four month old, really big for his age, and already neutered.

5. Mrs. OZ and I had informed the staff that we will agree to tolerate each other, stop with the hissing and be amiable but most probably there will not be much wrestling, chasing, or cuddling in our mutual relationship.

6. I should have known that was a bad move…. A day later Emil arrived….

7. It seems the staff is determined to have a wrestling, chasing, playing buddy for me again.

8. How do they come up with all these cats in need??? Apparently Emil was born to a feral cat who rejected him and his two sisters, so a friend of the butler raised them. And was of course looking for homes right when the staff realized that Mrs. OZ wasn’t working as a play partner….

9. Emil prefers to play with the staff. Probably because he was raised by beans he takes to them more than to other cats. With one exception: Mrs. OZ, can you believe it!

10. So here is the situation: I wouldn’t mind playing with Emil, grooming him and maybe cuddle a bit. But he doesn’t really let me.

11. Emil would love to socialize with Mrs. OZ, who HATES him! (You should hear the hissing!)

12. Mrs. OZ only wants to sit on the staff, maid or butler makes no difference to her.

13. I hope it will all be sorted out. But if they add one more cat I will emigrate!!!
I mean it!!!