Tell You What, Kitties! Woofies!

Kitties!!  Tell you what!  This being an Angel thing has mom all upset, me, the only sad part is seeing how she feels.  She's gotten better at it, but she looks around and sees the house looking as though she doesn't have a little loved one.  I have rubbed against her leg as she sat reading in the light of one lamp above her a few weeks ago...you should have seen that smile Kitties!  She lowered her book to her lap with a grin, ready to pick me to snuggle before we went to bed.  But  her smile went away.  I wasn't there she thought.  I was.  

 Muscle memory still keeps her extremely careful when she makes her way in the dark through the house in the mornings  to avoid scores of toys, AND  possible  (better believe it!) land mines set up on the carpet set to  SUPRISE !!! SUPRISE!!! her as she makes her way through to the the lamps and opening mini blinds.  Hard rollie balls, pieces of cold feeling (ewww) vinyl toys, especially flatter ones.  Kernels of RC Kidney food carried thither and yon as surprises for her!  Don't get Mom started on crunchy litter pieces scattered during the night as I exit my commodious litter box!  After our breakfasts, she always swept up and shook my rug there! 

No rubber mats in the house now with my spare water bowls.  No litter pieces in our bed.  BUT she did see some of my black furs on sheets she had just changed {without my help!!} that appeared from a blankie we have...they had been stuck to the blankie.  That was a loving surprise! 💓

Anyhoo, I'll keep surprising Mom with sweet stuffs.  I might even mess up the pristine house! 

Mom is cat sitting again  for two precious boys, but maybe not for long this time.  Someone on Mom's blog replied to Mom  that she thought Mom was fostering.  That her heart couldn't handle that.  Neither could mom's probably, but I wouldn't count her out! 

Mom took this early last year when she spoke of our trackable carpet. 

Humph!

 

WHAAAT!? Of course I am on the counter! Get over it. 

This'n'That

 Kitties, Mom is freezing.  She is trying to save a dime, and it isn't worth it.  If *I* was here, none of that would happen.  She was especially conscious of my comfort.  No lower temps than I could stand.  She just put on a heavy flannel men's shirt.  I think she wrasseled  it offen some poor man somewhere!  Sounds like her! In any case she was warm.  

Here is my remodeled space on her dresser.  I'm on top of my place and the white kitty is our Guardian. 

All our other babies are buried in the yard  with full honors and funerals.  In their favorite places.  They were indoor-outdoor.  Robin was the last one to be.  From Admiral on, inside only.  

Me and Leopard 

Oh, that blue thing is a pain in the neck for me.  Mom's wrist brace (she has carpal tunnel) 

Friday for Sure!

Kitties, Woofies,

Just a little bit to say hello.  And ask if anyone else with a Google/blogspot blog such as this one is having trouble with commenting on Word Press blogs. 

I have a WP blog that'll not allow me to access.  But I am still logged in to it after all these years.  I use it to comment on WP blogs here in the CB.  Well, went to see Louie and find out what happened to him and Nemo.  When I tried to comment, ti refused my name, and my email address and told me I would have to use another of each because those (the Google ones) were attached to a WP blog.  Um...No.  If WP bloggers don't see Katie, that is why.  Just started that stuff up today. 

This mousie always kept me company in here. 

That was a new kicker I had.  DEELISHUSS! 

See you over at your place...xxoo

Selfie Sunday

 Meow Morning Kitties!

This is a blog Hop

Katie Only Last Year With Her New Fishie

 I hope I can get this video to work.  I never learned how sitting here by myself.  Used to take them from UTube where Katie has her movies. Here.   I went to Tube after all.  See if this works.

https://youtube.com/shorts/tvc06p23nHA

Meanwhile I am getting ready to go out and spend all my gold and diamonds on a grocery trip.  Can you figure just a few cents under 5$ for a jar of jelly?  5$ for a loaf of good bread?  The non -wheat breads taste like library paste must have tasted like.  Gummy, nasty texture, and tasteless.  Major ugh.  I have done without than pollute my mouf with that stuff.  

 Iffin the video duddun work again, well, come on over and sit with me here at the computer and I'll show ya. 

Another week of damp weather, too warm again after a week of 40-55.  Them was the days!  Felt so good not to be too hot.

When you're short as was Katie--- and I am, you have to always have everything shortened despite the manufacture's odd definition of "petite" No wait, Katie never had to have her fluffy bloomers shortened.  They were just right.  Me...I can't get a break.  (My bloomers are ok..just not my jeans.)  Fixing to take another new pair for shortening up.  

These Levi's are 30" long at "petite".  I'm not.  At work,  the tall tall guys  always grabbed me up for a hug when I was available and I was mashed into their uniform accompaniments where mine, equally heavy and many, simply dug into them-- waist, to practically knee level.  Yes, I'm kidding some.  But at 5'1" against 6'2 and above to 6'6" you get squashed. (Only real friends gave or got hugs..not everyone, so we're talking like a few...not the entire shebang of people. And not every day. 

 We'd all go out and eat after the  last midnight shift...a louder... me included, bunch you'd not usually see/hear at 6am in a restaurant.  They would seat us all way in the back where we couldn't be as disturbing to everyone else.    Just between us, there is a reason that caused loud talk.  (not useful to mention here) and to be put in back away from others.  Besides, we talk shop and that's for us...not anyone else. 

Katie said I used her blog for myself!  She's right.  I'll knock that off from now on.  

Early this year. 

Oh My!

 Kitties!  Woofies! Not only did Mom's chicken sitting come to an end, the very next day so did her cat sitting end.  The boys' mom has, thank goodness, come home from the hospital after 50 days away.  

Today the Handyman is supposed to be here.  He's not reliable that way as he has severe problems with his teen daughters. We started this job back in early August.  Should have been done in a week tops.  Mom is still in her night gown.  GET UP and dressed mom, for Pete's sake! Ya don't wanna scare the guy!

(The weather was quite chilly until today; and the next 5 days it's back to the heat and humidity.  Mom doesn't like that.  She's a Spring-Fall person.)  

After the first week that I flew away, Mom hasn't heard me about the house any more.  Those two meows that woke her up in the middle of the night and set her heart racing, was mostly it... along with her reading in the living room just before heading to bed, when she felt cool fur rub  across her shin.  She lowered the book with a smile thinking I was there as always,  getting her attention so she'd pick me up to put me on her lap for snuggles and lots of kissies before bed.  I wasn't there to see, but the feeling of cool fur was only just dissipating.  Her smile faded, but memory took her away for a few minutes before she got up and headed to bed.  

Mom, I noticed, will never "get over" not having me there.  The house is "bare" of all my toys scattered -beds gone- my tree, Mom has to admit it's cleaner too.  But she'd bring it all back if I would come back, healthy and ready for another go-round. 

Meanwhile, Mom whispered to me she had to stop helping me for now so she can go get dressed and comb her hair!! There is a black fur mousie sitting here right in front of the keyboard!  Wonder how it got there!?  heeeee.