Patrolling Never Ends

Kitties, I stay on patrol most of my waking time.  I go from window to window following introoders and passersby across the street. I also inspect for a living, and I found to my interest that mom scraped the last of my breakfast into a plastic baggie  She laid it next to the coffee pot as it could not be seen there but I smelled it and went over. She took it up to keep me off the counter (heeee...good one!)

Mom will head out in a bit and get the 1 extra  bag of dry food she meant to get when she was in the pet supply store the other day.  That's in case she gets a sickie and someone else has to feed me.  She has extra canned feasts too. No one else knows what I prefer.

Mom said she liked to have fell over when she went into the store for a pkg. of chick-hen and some eggies too.  She didn't even get a cart as she needed so little.  I told her N-O-T to go into it  all that here.  This is my blog. Just because she types doesn't mean she can say what she wants as well.  You gotta blog Mom.  Use it.

 Here's one of mom's daffy's.  You can see that of course it was raining.  She hasn't had a March/ April when it didn't rain every day that she could get a picture of a dry plant.  (or about any other month either!)

Quit it mom.  Knock off YOUR complaints.   This is for mine.