Hotel Life

After our house got empty, we moved into a new place. A much smaller castle, that resembles a shack. A shack with only one window. A shack with one window and no place to chase bugs outside. No scratching posts. And only one water fountain! 

I really don't understand why mom keeps doing this to me. She claims its for adventure but I'm beginning to think she's pazza.

Since there is a window and our perch was there we decided to only wake mom up a few times each night with our demands for more space and fresh air. I'm much better than Ole jumping between the beds.

The window is pretty good- kids, kitties, & birds can be seen from it. Of course every morning ladies (speaking Ole's language) make scary noises as they parade down the sidewalk.
Not va bene. 
  

We've Been Robbed!

It happened again.
Mom trick me and Olé.
She put us in the bathroom with treats, toys and wet cat food- how could we resist?

I barely got through my first bite of food and that loud buzz went off. Then there were voices. Then the voices got louder and there were lots of foot steps. Mom would say something and then I heard the sounds of Olé's people respond.

This went on for a long time. Olé kept trying to communicate with his people...treats would come flying under the door.

When Mom finally let us out? All of stuff was gone.

No scratching post.
No cat tree.
No beds.
Nothing to hide under.
Our food bowls were even gone!

If she brings out the crate I know I'm in trouble...but for now I'll just chase my toy mouse I just found all around this wide open house.