Jungle's rule

Dead cats. You shouldn't galop, though.

Wanna fight??

I've created a yobbo and redneck. The breeder told me she was the smallest cat in a whole litter. Her Sister which just came, defensively stuck to old sneakers.

Officially

Two Jungles are better than one. So, please meet Lusia, Nala's sister. After two days of fight and struggle they calmed down... a little.

Siesta

A little tousled and drowsy a little but still full of loving.

Chatting

Flies have wings, cats haven't. Although cats are stretchable.

Recognition

To get paws dirty in a sink, to ping a rubber band in the nose, to smear in tomato sauce. Heaven on earth.

Playtime

I though I had bought a cat. Now I wonder is this a dog or a kind of hare...

Guardian

There is no fly which could violate that airspace.

Resting

 A window is the best place for resting. Resting-on-the-window should be rated on Cat Championship competitions.

Genesis

I have no idea what species Ewa crossed to make The First Jungle Cat, but I think it could be a squirrel.

Lava lamp

Compressing and uncompressing are cats' wonderfull skills. A fly causes sudden decompress. And more if it's Jungle Cat.

Wake up

Sunday at 7:30 AM is a time with no ringing. A sweet moment, when you don't have to wake up and hurry. For some reason cats don't recognise a calendar. Besides they KNOW it's time for them to take YOUR place in YOUR bed. So, good morning, darling and have a nice dream.

Shamaness

I'm gonna purr out all your illness. Just don't worry about it.

The Shadow Cat

She wants to accompany me everywhere I go and everything I do. When I work. And when I relax too. There are two favourite Cat's locations on my desk: first - on my left hand and second (and that is the first in fact) - right in front of my eyes. Just because it's interesting and it jumps.

Carefully walking

Only to the fence, no step along. A bite of trembling due to emotions, a bite of catching bugs, a bite of meow, a bite of trying to get free from a harness. For the third time the Cat found a way to back home. Victory.

A beggar

I'm a poor little kitty, which didn't eat for months, now loooook, how skinny I aaaaam, I staaaaagger, look how I staaaaagger!

A night movie show

An action and terror in one. In a commercial brake we can watch something else.

Regeneration

A process of feather's killer recovery has started.

Shhhhhh...

A brake betwen dinner and supper, when when I'm not around...

Cat missed

Five hours of trauma. Pangs of concience because I wasn't shure did I close the door tightly. Putting up posters. Asking neighbors. Spent two printer's tonners. Calling breeders in Poznań and radio stations in Warsaw.
Fortunately I looked in my neighbor's Alice garrage -  under the awning we found Nala. Three people catched dirty ball made of fur, fright, claims and few fortuitous spiders.
It's time to buy a harness and a leash. Definitely.

Miss Importunate

She doesn't like to lie on my knees. She prefers to be near of my face. Most of all she likes to be carried on hands. When she has to bear her beauty treatments she puts her head in my arms and cries softly.

A compromise

She COULD not to sleep in my my bed. And she COULD not to lie right on t-shirts (size XL). She COULD - IF you give her the best one of your new towels. Or you can put a little of tuna sauce on it. However tuna is not the best thing for Nala's stomach...

Hunter

Nala needs a lot of Creeping, Jumping, Dropping In and Flying in the Air. If she can't do that she crawls under my bed and does anything to let us know that she Is There and she's doing Something that she couldn't do.

Vigilance

I'm still looking at her... Every hair in her fur has three colors, her eyes are like glass marbles, her ears are like a bat's ears - huge and almost bald. Maybe I should call her "Radar"?

When did it happen?

Suddenly, the Bloodthirsty Puma has changed to The Cuddler. The Incredible Cuddler. Take a dog, a cat and mix it with a mother-loving child: there you have it. I haven't enough hands, arms, knees and tummys...

One step ahead...

...of the wardrobe if we are not in her sight. And no more. She's looking. She's listening. She's studying us suspiciously. She doesn't yell at night any more. She hisses when I get my hand among clothes to tickle her ears. But she doesn't run. If I try take her out of the wardrobe, she makes swollen scrapes on my hands. A wild cat from jungle.

Don't touch me!

Frightened ball of golden fur is sitting in my wardrobe hidden among clothes. She hisses and scratches. Don't touch me. I hate you. There is a nightmare in the middle of the night. It doesn't sound like a meow. More like monkey's yell somewhere in a jungle. MAUUUUUEEEEE!!!!! Maybe one more week like that. Or maybe two...