Looking Back

 Kitties, this is what I looked like just a year after coming home here to be with my forever and always family.  Mama failed to lighten the picture so you could see my eyes.  

I was an agile girl...and spent a lot of time on this little desk.  I could see the front of the house sidewalk and any person or kitty who dared trespass.  I just wanted you to see me in 2013.   Mom should only look this good.  In 2013, she probably may have.  But in her own furs and stuffs.  Mine is the more beauteous. 

Happy Selfie Day furriends.  Smooches. 

No Sunpuddles for a long time

 Kitties!  Mom saw last weekend she told me, that rain would start then, and continue from Monday through the following Monday,  All seven days,  It is Thursday, so three more days of constant rain.  NO sunpuddles to enjoy.  

Mom has to go to the Big City with Brovver today.  He's with us now.  He has his place still, but it's easier just now to be here with us.  

Did you see what Mom put in Face Book?  The picture of the stump of the rotten Hickory tree that used to overhang our house?  When they cut it down the knocked and had mom come out and see.  A nigh on perfect cat was the shape of the rotted place in the trunk. A back view...including tail.  You can see the right arm of the cat who seems turned slightly to the right.  The left arm extending to the ground.  The tail.  A mouse hole at the midline that the cat seems interested in. . 

Just in case you didn't see it.  Mom doesn't have a kazillion friends on FB, so you may not have seen it, 

Best of Times

 Kitties, it is the best of times.  The warmest and the snuggliest of times.  That time  is right now in my beddie with the sunpuddle of the day pouring over me like a thousand hugs from my mom.  Oh, there will be joy in the morning for me when this happens. (as a favorite book title of my mom's read some time ago).

A full tummy and my best sunpuddle

WE are entering the Selfies hosted by Cat on My Head. 

A Piteous Meow into the Afternoon

 Kitties!  It was terrible.  Horrible. Insupportable.  Unthinkable. Piteous.  

Hands reached into the PTU and gathered me up in a towel, however fluffy it was, I care not one whit.  I was being handled!  Strangers!  Humans who did not love every fur on my body.  They held me firmly and assaulted me with determination and no regard for my feelings. 

Here is the proof and  the truth of the pain and suffering the experience cost me.  

House of Horrors

 Kitties!  Within a few hours I will be stuffed with no regard to my happiness, peace of mind or safety--- even my feline rights, into the PTU and be taken for an automobile ride to have MY CLAWS CUT! 

Now I ask you to see this!  THIS is me, always wanting to be touching my mom.  She was on the chair reading and I came over to be with her...wanting pets and smooches too, of course but I always put out a paw to stay while she's there.  How can she take this poor loving kitty to the House of Horror?  

I Forgot!

 I forgot,Kitties, and mom did too.  SO:  Here are my Valentine's Day Pics!  

Here I am Again

 Mom is about to go wash her hair...so I told her to get cracking here.  She makes a big long ordeal out of it.  Wash, dry, apply stuffs, set  it for an hour...flat iron, style...like FOREVER! No, she isn't cutting it regardless of how it's a pain.  She likes long hair.  But I have to tell you, each time she goes through this she sputters and complains about making it a bob.  She was once made to make it short and she wasn't happy about that! As a reward to herself when she finally left that occupation- she let it grow to half way+ down her back.  Just because she could.  

Meanwhile we woke this morning and there was snow on the deck.  Unexpected.  Just a skiff of snow.  Of no consequence but still...there it was.  It's 25 F out there.  Sunny however, thank goodness. 

This photo is me yesterday in the window.  I was patrolling.  I have eyes in the back of my head, you know.  Not a problem to face the other way.  Not at all.  I am on my new but used each day blankie that Miss Stacy made for me!  

Not sure if I will succeed but here is my selfie.  Um.  Well, I had a bit of help.  Here is Miss Janet's logo.  In case I succeed this time. 

Look Who Came to Dinner! (*Trouttowne Tabbies...don't look*) !!!!!

 Kitties!  A Pileated Woodpecker has been coming here since Christmas.  He LOVES the suet I buy.  He and all the other woodpeckers are here daily, and Titmice, Cardinals, Nuthatches,  Downey's,  Red Bellied woodpeckers.  No Flickers yet, though I have them.  Crows come to be a pest and chase the little birds.  But when Big Ben is there!  He keeps right on eating the suet and doesn't bat an eyelash.  The crow just stands there hoping to intimidate him.  Not working.  He's every bit as big as the crow and what's more..."he don't care"!   

Mom and I love to hear them drill.  It's such a slow pecking drill...not the staccato we are used to with regular woodpeckers.  Very slow and quite loud.

We had woodpecker apartment houses out there in our woods close to the house.  Some dead trees.  Drilled to bits, and holes everywhere.  Woodpeckers coming and going all the time.  Mom said she always sat on the deck and just watched everyone.  The worst was when she was on mids , trying to sleep from 0835 to 1520...and they drilled on her facia.  AND the cedar shakes.  ON her bedroom window sill outside and her bedroom wall outside also...the cedar shakes were ruined.  So was her sleep.  

The cedar shakes are still there- but covered over with siding.  Sleeping was a nightmare till that was installed.  

Biggafy

That is the stained glass of Admiral you see in the window.  Anna made all three cats for mom.  And this is taken through screen and glass.  Big Ben  Bolt was NOT going to stay if Mom opened the door for a better pic. 

Tummies!

 Kitties!  I remember telling you back several years ago something that Mom and I read and found to be the answer to a lot of problems I...and Admiral  had too when she was here with mom.

Today  Mom came across similar information, and she is posting it because she knows that I, Katie am not the only girl to have this happen.

Mom has mentioned many times how I hork up my breakfast (never my super though!!) many many many times.  Sometimes, all she will put in my bowl is a teaspoon of food and she has to do that spaced far enough apart to keep me from getting overly full.  Then, I keep my breakfast down.   When she doesn't put enough space of time between spoonfuls,  I hork it all up and mom may as well have thrown the can out in the trash rather than open it and try to feed me.  Here it is for you all.  It's so small I will make mom type it out for you:

A cat's stomach is the size of a ping pong ball.  The International tennis rules specify that a ping pong ball has to be 40 mm (1.57 inches) in diameter.  Experts say that the tummy can only handle 1-2 teaspoons of food at a time.  Because of this, cats should eat small portions throughout the day rather than having one or two larger meals. 

I recall mom finding other references to our tummies being the size of a walnut.  Pretty much the same as told here in this article. 

Makes mom want to be extra careful again.  And I am rather luxurious in size I might add.  My mancats love me that way though.  💓

Surprise, Mom

 My gosh, mom hasn't seen my three eyed fishy in several years.  But I dug him out of my toy basket and look where I put him! 

 Mom took him out so I could nap, and I carried him into the living room and started tossing him into the air.  I must have been feeling good from my Zoom Groom this morning.  Boy, mom got a lot of furs out of me.

I took my banana peel out too.  I want to see if she slips on it.   

Mom's Bestie and Mine too

 Mom had her best best best best friend in the  entire world to visit  us today.  A fellow colleague whose friendship is one of those you read about.  That was wonderful enough for her...but for me...I was all over her like paint on a wall.  I always do.   I LOVE her...don't know why.  I am not usually a cat who is demonstrative toward women...just men, but while I always greet and give side rubs to ladies, Pat was one I practically adopted right on the spot.  

Mom meant about the friendship- that theirs is a friendship that transcends time.  Meaning if they don't see OR talk to one another for a few years...the minute they do..it's like they were never apart. I wish I felt that way about my cat friends and acquaintances out there in the yard!!!  But it's "Goodbye Charlie" to them whenever I see them.  Now, Kozmo, Austin, Spitty ...Oh MY!  I was about to have a little romance with Rumpy but he has been away from his tunnel, so I haven't seen him for several weeks now  Maybe he will drop by. 

I just wanted to drop by your homes before I made mom get into bed.  I will start pacing any time now.

XO

Here's Admiral.  She loved Pat too.  Isn't Admiral a beauty?