This morning I woke up ever so snoozingly surrounded by five cats, ready for breakfast. When my boyfriend and I finally were both awake enough, the kittens started to cuddle, and my boyfriend lifted Arwen into the bed, meanwhile taking the blanket with him.

He puts Arwen on my belly who looks down, sees my nipple uncovered, only to start purring and lower her head to start suckling! I was too baffled to do anything. She stopped after two tries though, realizing there wasn't any milk to be had. This cat is almost 8 months old, and yes, it considers me its mother, but in human terms she is about 15 years, a teenager!

I have been trying to wean her for months now, since she still behaves like this around fluffy sweaters and blankets that have my smell in it, but this really tops that. Guess I need more experience on how to wean a kitten properly. I'll have to look up how kitty-moms do this exactly coz this behavior has really got to stop.

I have noticed that the racing around in my house has somewhat subsided. Where Falcor and Arwen used to have a standard hour for racing, there is now an incredible amount of snoozing going on.

Falcor seems to finally have 'grown up'. He is nine months old now and our Arwen is 7 months. And as such Falcor has decided he is too big now to be racing around like a crazy kitten, so Arwen got screwed over. She is trying to find all kinds of things to keep herself busy and is even capable of getting Luna crazy enough to play with her.

Falcor nowadays has earned the title 'King of the Bed' as he spends most of his time snoozing there. He will occasionally paw a cat or so, but racing through the house is definitely in the past for him. Arwen today tried to entice him out of his basket (he was snoozing in the living room this time) by pawing him and curling in front of the basket over the carpet but he just looked weirdly at her. She jumped onto the scratching post from there, which used to be their favorite playgrounds to fight over but not even that could persuade him.

He is more cuddly then ever though. He will purr and paw you to get you to pet him, and he sleeps the entire night between me and my boyfriend on the bed, and in the morning he will curl up in your arms when he notices you are awake but not about to get up yet. He finally took on the cliche part of the male neutered cat: lazy, easy-going, yet ever so cute and cuddly.

Meanwhile Arwen tries to fill her days with cuddling with me in the couch while he is snoozing on our bed, pawing mice on her own, challenging a Lulu at times, looking out the window all day and getting a bath by the Prinny. It is kind of sad really, to see that Falcor has grown up and Arwen is about to...I miss having racing kittens in my house, it always brightens up your day just a bit coz they are sooo cute. Guess I will have to get myself some more cute kittens that need a roof over their head for a while. Hopefully I will soon be able to fill the house with kitten noises again.

The sequel of the 'Three Musketeers' has been posted. This time we find out for real what happened to those tiny little balls of fur I brought home from work. As much as I loved them, I had to find a solution before they grew up, which was fast. I couldn't possibly keep six grown cats in this apartment. But it turned out the kittens knew exactly what to do ;)

As our sweeties grew, we were presented with a problem…We had decided to go on holiday that year, for the very first time, and we were to visit my grandparents in Spain. But, now I had brought home these little fluff balls, which needed not only feeding but medicating as well, we were in trouble.

Luckily, living not too far from us, we had two very understanding friends. A couple who had agreed already to take care of our three adult cats, and who had two cats of their own (which I helped pick ;)). They were up to the challenge of nurturing and medicating these gremlins for about a week.
Before I left, I told them:” Do not fall in love with them, we will come and claim them within a week.”

When it was time to leave them at their place, I had some severe separation-anxiety issues to work through. I finally managed to tear myself away from the three helpless fuzz balls I had been entrusted with three weeks ago and went home. Feeling immensely guilty, I left for Spain.

It took me two days to stop worrying about them and feeling guilty for abandoning them, but I finally managed to enjoy my much needed and deserved holiday. I occasionally got a message telling me they were fine.

When we got back I picked them up as soon as possible, only to find my friends facing the same problem I had had before leaving: they did not want to part from those fuzzy little creatures. Eventually I was able to pry them out of their arms, which was accompanied with a lot of sobbing and ‘last cuddles’. We were home again and I was once again charged and up to the task.

Imagine: you're lying in your bed, snoozing nicely, suddenly you feel this soft kitten at your feet and you think...aww thats cute. Then this fuzzball makes its way to your head and you think...awww I am going to get cuddled. Well, cuddled you will be, and how!

Suddenly that little fuzzball presses its wet nose against your face, to slide to either side of your nose, to then put its nose in your mouth, and drag it along your lips. This is all accompanied by a ton of purring and pawing. Now what do you think this fuzzball wants? Just to cuddle and tell you how much it loves you? You wish!

Kittens do this with their mom to get her to lie down so they can drink.
And since Arwen got taken away from her mom at four weeks old, she thinks I am mom. This was the way she used(still does apparently *sigh*) let me know that she wanted her food, back then, her milk. Took me a while to figure it out then, but kittens are very persistant. Now that she is almost fullgrown, she still uses this method to let me know that the foodbowl is empty and she would really really really like to see it fillled.

And so I sighed, got up, grumbled at the fact that there was still a bit of food left even, and refilled it, to then go back to bed. And curiously enough, there was no more kitten cuddling me....