Sorry, we have not written. We were really-really busy putting things in place in the renovated Missylandia. I had to cover everything with fur, and make sure my scent was on every furniture. I also had to make sure they put my weekend residence back to where it belongs.Moreover, we were travelling…

Hello everybody, It is us again We thought before the servants leave for their vacation we write something in the diary. So what happened since the last time? I have become the first scrabble champion of the Russian blues Lounge on Catster. Yippieieieie. Then we had play time where we were…

Now I brought you some videos about our everyday life in Missylandia. See how cute and beautiful we are. Apart from the everyday happenings like eating, drinking, playing and hunting, I have been to Vienna with The Russian Blues Lounge on Catster. Jasmine, my very good girlfriend, won the…

I have not written in February. I was soooo busy. I am a huge globetrotter now. With my Catster friends I have been all over the place. First we went to Rio and joined the carnival.From there we went on to Mexico City to visit the Aztec sights and eat some tacos.Then I came home, some others…

January is almost over, and I still have not written in the blog. Now, I will make up for it. New Year's Eve was OK. The servants were in the palace to make sure we were not scared by the bombs and rockets outside. I had no problems with them as I knew nothing could happen to me in the palace.…

Christmas is unfortunately over. We have had a wonderful holiday as the representatives of the Queen of Denmark could spend their Christmas with us. We got plenty of attention, loving and care. We were very happy together. Even Lizzy softened up to the visitors and asked for some head rubbing from…

On one of my patrols,I have noticed the following scenes: In a short period of time Lizzy not only caught a flying bird, but also killed and dissected a mouse. Not that I mind her doing that, and it was high time for her to make herself useful. I still found it a bit odd, how a poor refugee could be…