Stoopie Leopard

 Kitties!  That ol' stoopie Leopard is gone away from me still; but I know from all the tossing and turning that he just may come back for a visit.  

Here I am this morning:   Resting comfortably with my lookalike.

You can see Leopard is no where is sight.   Oh no...he is.   Not in here but:  King Spitty will come over and deal with him. (I'm pretty sure). (I went over and washed his ears last night...he'll be putty in my paws).

Leopard declared: I'm ready to help  our Mom! 

He said that about helping Mom  because I have learned now to not smother her by covering her head but hey, what's wrong with falling asleep...all magnificent close to 15 pounds of me, on her chest?  Heart doesn't have room to beat?  Pish Posh!  Getta grip, mom. 

Good Day for ME

 Kitties!  Brovver just arrived,  We've had lunch.  He had two chicken legs and the thighs too and me...salmon.  I'm SO happy he's here.  We are bonded.  This is what I was doing when mom said he was coming over.  This is the bed he uses alla times in the spare room.  I'm warming it.

About MY bed though..and Mom's...I was so very extra, awfully, and again, very  happy that when we went to bed last night Leopard went back to his high perch in the spare room and left me alone.  He was gone when we went to bed last night.  I hopped off mom's chest as soon as she turned out the light & went between the pillows to made doubly sure he was gone.  AND he was gone!  Like the wind. I immediately crawled in between the pillows and then, after she fell asleep, I put my face into her ear area.  When I started washing my arms, she woke because of tickling.  BUT I quit and later I came back and glued myself to her hip.  Mom made me do without her for a whole week to try to break the habit and it seems to have worked. 

Leopard left a note that he WILL come back if he has to  But it always made mom sad to see me so disappointed.  Today, I was thundering around at dawn...tossing my babies, and making sweet sounds.  I am HAPPY again! 

Now I am...Now I'm Not

 Kitties! I am not always asleep!  Well, at least for two hours of the day I'm not.  Here is proof.

But...then...there's this. 

Mom and Me

Last night before bed

 Kitties, Leopard is standing...or lying-- between mom and I.  She has admittedly had some very sleepless nights because I am smothering her.  She loves me so much.  I love her just as much and I am trying to be as close as I can be...like glue on paper.  But it causes a lot of problem for her.  She put Leopard in between us and I asked so nicely to have him removed.  She wouldn't, and it made her feel guilty.  The next night, she took him away and I was beside myself with gladness because I could snuggle tightly.  

You should have heard my small voice asking, and then purring and snuggling in closely,  cutting off mom's air.  Mom had to ask Leopard to stay between us again, though she was truly sorry she had too.

This time I did stay on the bed for awhile, and I climbed onto her chest in the night several times too...so tonight she won't feel quite as sad for me.

Mommy just took this.  He is all ready for tonight!  

I Am a Mighty Huntress

 Kitties!  Patience wins.  I finally nailed that impudent mouse that has been here shaking its tail under my radar a lot of times these past 6 weeks or so.  Beware!  Picture is coming.  

This time I did not bring it to the bed for mom.  You may not remember back that far, but mom sure does, that I brought one into the bed in the night about 1 in the morning when she was sleeping hard.  It got loose from my fangs, so I was chasing it all over our bed.  Mom thought I was "just playing" and I was, but not how she thought it was.  I was so rambunctious, she finally turned on the light and saw the blood all over the bed and the mouse plus me...wild eyed...playing with it.  

Of course that meant a complete change of bed linens, a thoroughly awake BOTH of us AND...the mouse escaped!  

Beware:  Here comes my triumphant feat, captured.  AND a secret message from me.  (thanks CK) ❤️

Three Toy Night

 Kitties!  I brought Donkey, Floppy Mousie and Turtle into the bedroom last night with announcements fit for celebration, they were that loud.  Mom and I are always glad they are in there.  Sometimes as a special surprise I bring in two others, giving us a quintet!

A few days ago, my Client came to visit.  I have him trained now and he no longer plays life guard in my big water bowl!  What's more, I don't have to hide my dry morsels from him.  He always went straight for them as soon as he got here, but he  has ceased eating them years ago.  I can tell mom to leave the water and fuds on the mat in their usual place when he comes over.  He does like emptying my toy basket  sometimes though, but Donkey is frail, so he goes on a shelf to observe and to nap. 

BUT!  Here I am with the Client's iPad.  There are sentences to arrange and numbers to make right..all kinds of things like that, and my Client left it on the floor.  I went straight over and did some sentence structure too!  I also tried to eat HIS food that he happened to have brought with him.  You know what they say..turn about is fair play.

Take THAT Mom!

 I read all mom said on Face Book about me.  I didn't appreciate it because she was making fun of me  I thought, and saying I made her uncomfortable.  Well now!  I wonder how you'd feel if you had to be there in that bed all by yourself with no warm Katie Isabella to be your guard!? Huh?  Any answers to that?

Here is what may be coming to a bed under YOU Mom.  I wonder if Buzzy will wake you up in your sound sleep without ME!  

Float like a blue mousie and sting like a bee

For Pete Sakes!

 Kitties, mom gave me a new-to-me can of FF for breakfast.  It was Grilled Chicken with gravy.  (not dripping...just right). 

I tore into it as though I had been starving for weeks!  I begged, and asked for another spoonful.  Mom knew just as she knows my name, what would happen- but she put another spoonful in my dish anyway hoping against hope.  

I ate every molecule.  It was as though it vaporized.  Mom gave me no more, though I asked and asked.  I sat in the kitchen to wait, which turned out well as, of course, I horked it all up along with a small hairball.  BUT!  On the kitchen floor which is wood.  So clean up was so easy.  Good thing because her coffee was poured and her eggs were in her little plate.  

However, in my room where I went and waited for her, I horked some more all over my long trackball.  IN it. for best effect.  She ate her eggs first,  had some coffee and then cleaned it up.  

I have patrolled at the front door  already and since, I have sought the comfort of my PTU.  I am there now, waiting on the urge to get up again.  I will when I hear drawers opening in the human litterbox room, as I always help mom do her face and comb her hair. It's long.  And, we have a lot of girl talk in there while she does.  

Meanwhile, I wanted to tell you I am now and have been for several weeks, completely over the reaction to the medicine I got to calm me at the vet for my senior exam.  Took over a month to stop being afraid.  

I see London, I see France!  I see Katie's cinnamon underpants! 

Uh Oh

Kitties!  My claws are getting very very long and sharp.  Mom didn't want to make an appointment to get them cut because I have fully recovered from that horrible time I had with the mystery drug last time I was there.  But she has to.  They still won't let the pet parent in, so I will be frightened again and burritoed.

Mom here:   They do a terrible job clipping and just take the points.  I have never been to a Vet office that  consistently does so poorly- always.  Been going there for 2 years now.  Almost as bad as not going at all.  

Mom said she has to wait around for the Plumber regarding that sound of water running we heard.  It stopped for the weekend but she had called for an inspection anyway.  He said late morning.

We have a sunflower that is actually blooming.  A very small in a pot one that mom bought at the grocery.  She can't get a hole dug in the yard for it because the soil is like concrete it's so hard (clay and rocks).  So she'll have to pay the lawn mowing guy when he shows up.

Nothing to say here Kitties so I will go back to sleep.  Oh and mom whacked me with her arm last night in bed!  She has carpal tunnel and wears a wrist and forearm brace to keep the pain down while she sleeps.  Now and again she raises her arms up over her head to rest them on the pillow as she sleeps and thwacks ME!  I'm there first, for pete sake!  She always wakes completely and apologizes but I leave!  Instantly.  Very offended.

Here I am...very offended.  Very.