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!

Christmas decorations

Within two days mum will pick up things from the Christmas chest of drawers and decorate our home.

This picture is from last year. Mum puts the bowls which can not be broken, far down on the tree, so I can play with them!

Friday afternoon I was locked up in the neighbor's garage for more than six hours. Mum missed me and looked for me all over the house,. Late in the evening she went out calling for me ... then she heard my mjau coming from the garage you see below. She rang the neighbor's doorbell, and he came out and opened up the swingdoor.
Mum said I run out fast like an 'oiled lightning' as we say in Norway! I was so happy not spending the whole night in a cold, dark room with a car. Last summer I had a day spent in their attic. Twice happy endings. 

Another time a was locked up in the basement in the house just across the road. I am too adventurous and curious... you see!

Climbing, my favorite sport

Last week Au, Target and/or Guido had exercises on what in Norway is called tredemølle.

I prefer climbing in trees outdoor. This is one of my ways from the ground up to the veranda. The other I must jump from a pine branch high up. The branch is swinging up and down long after the jump. I end gracefully with a thud on the railing if I can say so! It requires precision like an acrobat.

It's being windy outside

The storm called Berit has visited the coast, and I like to stay indoor listen to the wind blows round the corner of the house. I was almost taken by the wind when I had my morning walk!

I miss my grand aunt Nøste. We did not often rest side by side on the lap of dad, but it happened occasionally as here shown in this picture!

My favorite place to rest and sleep for the moment is under the old small cabinet that mum never seem to finish decorating. I wonder how many years will pass before I can say: job's ended.
She has more than six blogs to run... there's no more time painting funiture! I wish I could help her.
My tale could be a great paintbrush.

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