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I can't believe these babies are still here!  My big boy "Wolfie" is huge and he has a huge personality to match!  He wants a home with kids!

The Story of the House Dobby...

Alright, I'm going to tell you the story of the house Dobby...hopefully I get it right....I used to call him the "kitchen fairy" because when I went to bed at night I would wake up to a clean kitchen.  I know, everyone wants one.  Get your own!

Dobby ~ a close relative to our house Dobby...the rooms look quite similar as well. 

Well, it turns out that the house Dobby has many more duties than just kitchen work.  He feeds horses, hauls things to the back or front yard depending on which direction you point him.  He feeds dogs, does laundry, finds obscure movies to watch when there is nothing on, and it always turns out to be a good movie.  He plays the dreaded never ending Monopoly with my son for hours without quitting.  (All Hail the house Dobby!)  He cleans stalls, he will run errands with me, he moves heavy objects, chops weeds, mows the lawn, splits wood, starts the fire, builds the burn pit, assembles things that need to be assembled,  and will pick up dog poo or barf on the floor with out complaint and, pretty much whatever is needed.  This is helpful to all in the house! So his name was upgraded to house Dobby.  The house Dobby basically lived at Weedy Flats in exchange for room, board and the occasional cigarette.   My understanding of the situation is that he can never escape...even if he is given clothing!  Though he can take an extended Holiday from time to time.  At present he is on Sabbatical   He slept on lowest level in the only room that the cats did not already own.  From time to time he would allow the occasional cat to enter his cave.  The rest of us dared not enter lest we disgruntle him and be forced to do our own dishes, laundry or take out our own trash.

Here is his story the way he sees it:

Dobby knew the truth of the situation.  He chose the dungeon for his living quarters because he had the entire bottom floor as his own.  All the others in the Kingdom of WeedyFlats had to share the other floors with each other.  Dobby never had to share.  The only living creatures allowed in his dark lair were the Kingdom cats.  (Who incidentally also believe the are the rulers of the Kingdom)

Now, Dobby living in the dungeon knew that he was in the Dungeon with the most precious beings in the Kingdom, the cats.  They toiled relentlessly catching mice, bathing themselves and loving their kittens.  The cats are mysterious, secretive creatures that produced lovely kittens for other Kingdoms to enjoy.  This only happened once in awhile in the Kingdom of WeedyFlats, and the house Dobby was always there...watching and sharing his space with cats, guarding them.  The kittens you see, they brought money to the Kingdom of WeedyFlats, and without the kittens there would BE no WeedyFlats.  So Dobby, knew the truth, he knew that as the guardian of the precious Highlander and Napoleon cats and Kittens he himself was the most important person in the Kingdom of WeedyFlats.

Forever Kittens Cattery Highlander Kitten

Forever Kittens Cattery Napoleon Kittens

Sure, he was seen doing regular household chores about the Kingdom, but the reason was not in-fact servitude, but because he knew that no one else would do it correctly.   He also knew that if he didn't act the servant that the others in the castle would suspect the truth of the matter and try of overthrow his Kingship!

Dobbies hidden crown

That is Dobbies story and I'm pretty sure he is sticking to it!

Queens Elsa's First Litter

Due to many requests, I am going to make a sincere effort to keep up on my blog. 

The most popular request by far is to know what the cats are doing.  I am going to turn over the blog post here to Elsa, who can tell you all about it.

Greetings oh great followers of mine, it is I ~ the lovely, and demure Queen Elsa.

  Last we spoke I was pregnant with my first litter of kittens; therefore I shall start by telling you how that experience went.

November 2, 2012

Well, I was minding my own business, when…I started to feel a bit of pain in my abdomen, quite like when the human children pick me up by the belly and squeeze too hard.  Like any wise kitty I tried to hide from the pain.  I jumped up on the bed where humom was lounging around watching t.v.   I tried in vain to get comfortable, causing humom to giggle at me.  I rolled my eyes at her and climbed under the covers and hid by her feet.  It was dark, seemingly safe…then suddenly out of the blue ~ a real pain!  I cried out in alarm, run up the covers and leaped out at the top where humom looked at me quizzically and uttered some sort of soothing words to me…and my first kitten was born, right on humoms tummy.  In an instant, I knew, I knew what should be done.  This was the big day!  I was having my kittens.  Like the true Queen I am, I took great care of my very first kitten.  I did all the things that God has instilled in all great cats to do from day one.  Evidently humom was not crazy about thought of me having the rest of my kittens upon her tummy, so she gently extricated herself out from underneath my newly born kitten and I.  I growled at her in protest. Disturbing my new, precious baby like that!  The nerve! I did settle back down on the bed and fluffy comforter to have more kittens.  Humom looked on proudly as I gave birth to the rest of my litter. Amidst much purring on my part, I gave birth to 4 amazing kittens….all boys!  

I loved them all.  I was very protective of my new babies.  Humom again had the gall to move my precious litter and I.  I will never understand the humom mind; did she not understand that I had chosen the perfect spot to raise my little brood?  She coldly ignored my growling and occasional plaintive meows as she moved us all into our own room.  There we were in a tidy little box, with soft blankets to lie upon, fresh water, and some delicious smelling food nearby.  She completed this unwanted move by providing two clean litter boxes.  I was very grumpy with humom as I used the litter box and ate the warm meat she had put nearby what she had dubbed my “new den”.  Humom was kind enough not to touch my kittens as I kept a wary eye on her whilst I ate.  I didn’t finish all the food in my worry and haste to get back to my wonderful, sleeping babies. 

Humom ~ apparently deciding she had finally been nosey enough, and bothered me enough…left us alone, turning off the lights as she left.  Ahhh, at last, some peace.  The gentle natural light filtering in from the skylight above us lulled and soothed me; soon I was sleeping quietly with my babies cuddled up next to me in that warm little room.

You would THINK that humom would have had the presence of mind to take more photos in order for me to share appropriately with my devoted followers.  But alas, she did not, so this is all you get.  

Now, I must bid you ado as I have other things to attend here in my Catdom.  Look for more posts from me on the kittens growth and mischief coming soon!

Ever yours Queen Elsa