Morpheus, Where Art Thou?

...Here she goes... Mom...complaining again.  

Last night and for a week now each night I have climbed onto her chest after lights out,  to crush it and show my love, and I fell asleep.  That is hard on her she whined.  Just under fifteen pounds over her heart. she says.  It's a wonder it can beat, she says.

I quit doing that for a while now, but I have seen fit to start again.  It makes it extremely difficult for her to go to sleep she moaned.  Last night after standing it as long as she could, she shoved me slowly off.  I gained my legs and headed for her head as I always used to do.  She stood that too for a little while... desperately wanting to go to sleep.  My body weight is on her left shoulder joint when I do that, which hurts badly anyway, and my weight makes it worse.  Brovver showed her a baffle that would deter me and I know she will have to do that again.  So once again, showing her my love will have to take another form. 

She said it's one of those deals where you want to be left alone to rest and sleep, but how terrible it is when I , or the Ones Who Came Before, left for the Bridge. And there was no one to warm her, purr to her, wash her hair and arms, hands and face.  That is an unending sadness.  She remembers that while struggling to keep her shoulder safe from pressure until it heals. (Long story.  One of you knows what happened) and her heart beating.   :-) 

So, we go on trying to effect a compromise.  Oh!  DIL helped her turn around her new mattress...  3/4th od a year old...yesterday (HEAVY to the max) and she got a better look at our 40 year old boxspring.  She is going for a new one this morning and ordered us a new bed skirt too.  That box spring...oh how awful. 

Getting kibble out of my cardboard egg carton last night

Selfie Sunday

 Kitties!  It has been a heckuva week.   Good time for a blog hop with "Cat on my Head!"!  Sun most of the time for custom made sunpuddles just for me here at the house.  LOOK at all the vishus deer at my human bro's house in N.C. !  He was backing out of his driveway for work...he counted 10.  Usually there are 8 living in his backyard. He must have always missed two.  He made his own brick mailbox, and the vishus ones can't seem to get to his planter on top!  If you look carefully, there is a Power T  throughout the yard.  He is still a strong VOLS football fan of course. 

I Love my Employment

 Mom hired me on to keep watch over lizards,  other cats, dogs, chipmunks, yucky squirrels, groundhogs,  coyotes, and most of all Vishus Deer! 

This is the best checkpoint in the house.  When I see someone who absolutely should not be here,  who is forbidden; I can (and do) scream, yowl, and jump up onto the storm door with a crash...a loud noise, and scare the heck out of them.  

I fill in my reports and my log books at night when I am in bed with mom.  I can do it without turning the light on.  Cats eyes, you know!

So, I'm on day shift presently.  Night shift starts at 2230 hours. 

Selfie Sunday

 I'm not able to quit taking selfies over here!  I am joining Cat on My Head Sunday Selfie.  I took these just an hour or so ago.  Of course, I was sleeping but my toes are talented.  I love this corner and I stay here a lot now.

Oh! Oh!!!

 Kitties!  It was a shame how I was treated!  There I was, sound asleep in the doorway looking at lizards and squirrels and birdies through my eyelids.  Sun happened to have been shining and mom turned the air conditioning off so the door could be open JUST TO TRAP ME!

As the clock approached the time to leave, she brought the PTU closer and turned it on its end.  Then, she swooped down and gathered me up and poured me in.  I had to go and get my claws clipped. 

I never say anything.  Not until I get there.  Then, I told the two techs what I thought of them.  Pretty girls like me, so feminine, should not growl like that, I know.

Here I am, last night-- treated like the Catopatra I am, lying on my sofa barge, (no Asp, though) and waiting on my  Marc Antony..a Tuxie we know (who lives in Canada.)

We had another vishus thunderstorm with boomers and flashes so I was afraid the tunnel might have interference but...he appeared UTB, right on time. 

yesterday

Being treated like the royalty I am. 

Selfie Day

 Kitties!  Woofies!  This is our day to shine!  

This shot may not be flattering to me but...my human brovver who was seated just beyond me here, thought it was charming.  Even if he does call me 'Little Pot Roast!' Sometimes he compares me to an Incan pyramid.  That makes me mad. But!  Happy Selfie Day! 

We are gonna join the blog hop. 

All the Loved Ones

 Kitties and Woofies, Mom said and I agree- that it is extraordinarily hard for our parents when one of us flies away from family and waits for us all at the end of their journey.  It is the hardest most grievous thing there is about having a precious fur purrson, kitty or woofie , or any beloved pet, in the family.  When it is time to say goodbye, our family cries and does all they can for us, and doesn't want us to leave; and we must leave... even though we don't want to. 

Mom said that when our Robin left us, the entire family was very deeply affected, and Mom couldn't even go to work for several days.  The same for Admiral.  

Each time one of our dear furriends here on the CB leaves their family it is extremely hard on all of us here who read about it and grieve.  

Just a few words then, to say that we are a unique family here on the CB.  We are involved with one another and give our care and love generously to all.  When one of us or our parents has to leave us, we all feel the loss.  Mom said she will say the CB is the most loving gathering of friends and furriends on the internet.  We two are grateful for that.  Thank you for your love for us here at our home as we came into your lives, and to all the beloveds who passed through all our lives in the years we have been on the CB together.  Paw to paw, we are all together.  No one is ever left out.  

Here I am last night, next to Mom on the couch and she looked down at me with a smile and saw my tiny tongue tip out as I slept on.  I am, we all here are, much much loved.  💓

Humph!

Kitties, my eyebrow fell out.  The top half of my monocle!!  That is awful when that happens.  What can I do without my quizzing glass I ask?   I can't inspect the mancats..or mom...her friends..nothing  There is a tiny short eyebrow on it's way up.   It'll be at least 3 weeks before it is usable.  

And my bib is all crushed down.  Mom should have fluffed it up for me. 

Sunday Selfie

 Kitties...I had to actually ask for help taking these selfies.  Mom obliged.  She had just put my fleece pad and my mat back into my PTU and I crawled in and passed out for HOURS!  It smelled so good and felt so soft again.  I get to take it to the vet Thursday for a claw trim.  My head is on the right side of the PTU door.  

Those greeted Brovver, over the mountains, yesterday on his walk. 

Who Loves Me? (probs Momma)

 

wif my new blankie from Basil and the B Team

Panfur Beauty and Entrance Music

https://youtu.be/pKuonWof11A    

You can select this and put it in your browser since it stopped being clickable for some reason. 

Kitties!  Here is what all cats can do and this is how they should go about their duties for the day.  Agreed?  This is our entrance music and... how we do it.  We are so elegant and gorgeous.