Cat with a Garden: Honest Scrap Award and Meme

Quite a while ago we got this award which at the same time is a meme from Tom and Tama-Chan and Abby & Stygia. Thank you!

It comes with these rules:
"When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to said person so everyone knows he or she is real. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have 7 friends. Show the 7 random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with “Honest Weblog.” Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten honest things about yourself. Then, pass it on! "

We will hold up the tradition in posting an honest picture of us to begin with. Plus, we will add some small pics or videos for illustrative reasons.
Chilli's first.

My honest picture.

I sit on my hind legs like a bunny.

I'm super fast. I dashed out of the door to our home into the hallway four times already.

I hate going by car and the PTU. When we had to drive 3h at Christmas I screamed the whole time. No joking, the whole trip! Mom said next time everyone except the driver has to take sedatives, 'cos it's far too stressful.

Lately, I have taken into rubbing myself against our human's legs, purring vigorously.

I want to rule this house. And I will. Hell, I'm a little feral from Rome!!! (An organisation brought me to Germany by car. Mom sees a connection with point 2 here. A strong connection!)

I'm, ehem, coughing, having problems in the litter box. It's because everything is so interesting! Sometimes I'm doing my business and something catches my attention and I just walk off the litter box, forgetting what I was doing and 'what I was doing' falls on the ground. Mom actually saw this. Maybe it will be better when I'm more growned up?

I have a very wet nose and leave stains with it on the window.

I'm a horrible patient. I whine, scream and fight.

I'm a daredevil and a great jumper. Mom says that's a "good" combination, then she shudders.

I'm pretty vocal. Recently I learned a cool rolling sound from Siena I didn't do before.

I love to play but I don't share toys. And I steal Siena's treats!

I'm a love bug and a great cuddler. I'm very nervous though and won't hold still while cuddling, always moving around, changing positions, rubbing my head against everything.

I have one mighty purr. I prefer to lay next to mom's head, or cuddled up against her neck to make sure she hears me.

Now it's Siena' turn.

My honest picture.

I'm afraid, I'm a bit clumsy. I'm not a good jumper and tend to slip and almost fall off things. I'm a good climber though.

I dream very intensely and move in my sleep. Sometimes I whine so hard that mom wakes me up.

There's a yellow towel that drives me nuts. Every times it hangs in the bathroom I try to rip it off. It's only this towel, others I leave alone.

I follow mom around but don't cuddle as much with her as before. Maybe that's because Chilli always ruins my mom-time, because she pushes herself in. Grr.

I do cool prrr, prrr, prrr, prrrr sounds to comment everything.

I absolutely HAVE to sit in the bathroom when mom takes a shower. If she wouldn't let me in I would ruin the carpet in front of the door.

I scratch on the left side of mom's office chair. Hahaha! That's her fault, she should have educated me better on this point. Now it's too late.

I do other forbidden things too, but unlike Chilli, I do them at night or when mom is in another room. Ha! She'll never find out if it really was me who ruined the beautiful Amarillys.

The second the litter box is cleaned and freshly installed back in it's place I use it. Mom is always amazed at my timing.

I fetch little balls and come when called.

I love belly rubs, but mostly from the other type of human. My mom just doesn't do them as good as he does. Mom says it's almost disgusting watching us. I think she's jealous. He just needs to talk to me in a certain way and I turn up my belly and give myself away, it can go on for minutes and minutes and minutes!

I don't like being called Sienna. It's Siena - like the city in Italy and the earthen colour they find around that place. Mom decided on that name because she was reading Niccolò Machiavelli's "Il Principe" at that time. He's Florentine, but mentioned Siena a lot. I got siena-coloured fur spots.

I don't mind the PTU and during the drive at Christmas I slept.

I'm a gentle player. That's why Chilli always ruins my style when she thunders through in the middle of my game.

I love laying on cold surfaces and you'll often find me on our floor.