Mokona

Poor Mokona has an appointment for castration tomorrow. He’s peeing on every piece of clothes or fabric he can find, plus he’s extremely frustrated and loud and demands food like 4-6 times a day. He walks around all night meowing and doing god knows what.

He got his last meal for the evening already, and he has to wait to eat until he’s woken up from the surgery. The vet is real close and he’ll be home in no time. My heart aches when I think about what a horrible surprise it will be for him tomorrow, but I will try to play it cool so he doesn’t suspect anything. Oh, how he hates surprises =;_____;=

So what’s new? Mokona is a very cool cat. He possesses great skills in high jumps and hyper speed running (with loud paws like a mini horse!). He’s incredibly talk active and he doesn’t stop talking just because he has to yawn in the middle of a sentence.

He’s hanging around the office most of the time when we work, walking around on the desks, playing in the temporary huts I build from time to time. He has a lot of different cardboard boxes he likes to hide in but most of all he wants to be chased and wrestle. So he screams until we chase him. And it’s the same procedure every time; he runs in to the living room, hides behind the couch or under it, with half of his body outside. If he’s doing that he want’s us to just push his little rabbit legs.  

investigating 

cat pie

 popping bouble wrap on my desk wile wearing a monkey hat.

This is what he looks like when he makes those self pity meows. After he wakes up and wants attention and hungs. And perhaps some fresh water. 

I love this picture. I’ve posted it before in black&white. This shot is from the day after he arrived. We love him to bits. He’s stopped to wake us up by putting his paws in our faces. It’s not that we asked him to stop, because we really enjoyed it. We wake up every morning with him purring on our chests or next to our faces. He just gazes into our eyes. He’s so adorable! I love him and both Robin and I tell him that we love him several times a day. He’s truly a blessing.

He’s addicted to the sheepskin and visits it several times a day to do that thing all cats love doing.

He’s been at the balcony a few times. He likes the air outside, but he’s too much of a pussy to stay outside for long. He usually runs around for 10 seconds and back in again. The sound from the cars freaks him out.

Isis has never used her claws in a fight with Mokona. But Mokona uses his claws every time he slaps. He’s an evil bully. Look at him!

Mokona used to be a really sweet cat and we spoiled him to bits. But I think we have created a monster by letting him get whatever he wants. He turns evil at night and I think he’s planning to kill us. He’s studying our every move, inspecting our home and everything in it everyday, predicting our every move, running and doing what we are about to before we do it. That’s very creepy. He’s outsmarting us and is slowly taking over! 

He’s always really mean to our friends. You can see poor Florians legs on the picture to the left. Mokona was clawing and biting his legs until they had to leave. It was like he was trying to eat Florian! Evil cat!

He checks everything in every room in the flat every day. He’s a little police cat too, because he wakes us at seven every morning and tell us to go to bed at twelve. He wants us to stop working at seven in the evening too. He puts his paws in our faces until we do what he wants.

He also found a hole in the kitchen, where a human can’t reach. We had to block the hole with phone books! Must be a mouse or something in there because he’s crazy about the hole! 

Drinking some water and sniffing the toothpick-rabbit.