A New Angel

 Dear Kitties and Woofies, and Parents

You may not know this blogger, but she comments on quite a few of our blogs in the CB.  Her name is Mariette.  She has five kitties but one loved one, Dido, passed last night and Mariette is saddened beyond telling as the rest of us are too, when our babies leave us. 

If you would like to leave your sympathies, this is her URL.

https://mariettesbacktobasics.blogspot.com/  She wrote her memorial to Dido this evening and posted it.  

She visits many of us in the CB and many of you may be familiar with her.  You will always see her comments to Katie and she signs them "Mariette."  

Here is the boy who is an angel now.  

 He was sixteen years old, plus some months.  His momma has his story in her blog.  He looks like a black Panther in this photo. 

Me and Mom

 

My brother took this in very low light from across the room.

I know how to be a good hostess! Warm Beds R Us

Mom actually had to look at this a minute or two before she "got it". She didn't see the main attraction. When we are well and truly trapped she said as it dawned on her that a cat was in residence there on a lap. 

Such a Nice Day

 

Mom and I lurve corny jokes

Enjoying sunpuddle on brother's beddy

Look what Mommy has.  Pink pad squeezer.  And, that's the cake she made for today with the cherry mash in between the layers and chocolate frosting from Hershey's Chocolate on top.  

Mom posting this again because she loves my eyes.

Donkey Still Protests

 Donkey feels he was treated unfairly.  I simply took him to see his possible swimming pool.  He irritated me by hiding on the floor between the oak chest and the end of the bed.  It caused both me and Mom great worry.  We thought he had been kidnapped by Happy Jr., or perhaps Google Eyes.  I shall have to introduce him.  He looks menacing.  I would expect a kidnap outta HIM.  

Happy Jr.  

Don't let Happy Jr.'s happy-go-lucky (had to say that) face take you in!  He is meaner than a striped snake!  

Now, the Stuffie Mafia ringleader around here is Google Eyes. He has several that he has drafted into his posse to keep Donkey's family in line. I may have to engage the Texas Rangers against him.  

Only I, Katie,  can control Google Eye! 

Here's Mr. Tuff Guy!  Donkey said he avoids old Google Eye. 

Donkey Tragedy in the Making!

 KITTIES!  Look what I did in the night.  Mom heard me blaring about it at just before 0300.  I was just kidding!  Just kidding!  I told Donkey the consequences of being naughty, I was going to give him a solid dunking!  and I  decided to just show the pool to him  Not do it...just show.  Now, these are for Donkey's lawyer's file against me, but..um...there may be a conflict of interest! 

"HOLY MOLEY BATMAN! To the Batmobile for Donkey saving!" 

Sunpuddle Day See Link Just Added

 Kitties!  There is sun again today.  I will find so many sunpuddles throughout the day!  That really makes me happy. 

I did get to the v-e-t the other day. Mom played some beautiful cat music for me.  She didn't think it would work but it did.  Within five or so minutes, I came out from behind the close-fitting space where my tree is.  I came right to her knee and listened.  I stayed calm and after a few minutes, Mom rose from the office chair, picked me up, and put me right into my PTU.  She carried me into the kitchen, got herself ready, and off we went.  I never say anything coming or going.  During, yes; but not coming or going. 

Mom is going to accomplish a shampoo in a few minutes.  (with a bit of nervousness) as her eyes aren't completely better yet.  But she asked her eye doctor v-e-t if she could shampoo and not worry about her eyes- and he said yes.  That'll sure save green papers as she had to go to the salon and have it done there. I'm sure glad I'm not human.  I can easily shampoo myself and not worry!  Sheesh! 

Well...she wants to get cracking so I guess that means I have to turn her loose.  Sunpuddle over here...I'm SO in it. 

KITTIES: As a service to you, I am making Mommy put in the link to music I loved  She did as well.  

Music for Cats

Oh NOES! V-E-T

 Kitties, I hope what I think won't happen.  Mom's all sweetie pie and brushed me wonderfully.  Gave me too many treats and we are both here in my room.  In a few...(she's taking a chance waiting) she will close my door which will tell me all I need to know.  She wants to keep me out from under my bed haunts in the bedrooms, making it impossible to take me to the v-e-t.  The beds are heavy HEAVY oak.  She can't shift them around the way she used to,  More laborious.  Do-able but slow as iceberg traveling.  

It's up to 39 now...so it'll be 42 or something by the time we leave.  Mom has her coat out but no shoes on.  Her doesn't wear shoes in the house.  Sure keeps my light carpet looking better! 

She just shut the door but guess what.  I finally learned to go under the desk.  !!!!!!! Oak.  

By Me and Mom

ME:   We know you can tell who said what, so I'll just make Mom type for me now. You can do the figgering. 4am: Me and her had been asleep.  Well, she still was, but I was in the living room murmuring to my family and choosing who was going into the bedroom.  Mom barely surfaced for that.  She slept on.  Then....there was a great sound.  Huge pounding and much noise!  It was I, it turned out.  

Mom said in all the years since I came to be her Queen, she had not really heard the sound of great loud thudding until last night.   MOM: (early this morning, I'll beg your pardon!!!) 

I heard Mom on the phone a while ago saying that since I have been here, I always announce family coming down the hall and entering our bedroom,  But no one except Brunhilda  (thanks Mom!!!!) (INSULT TO ME!)  made it to the bedroom! She told her friend that she hadn't heard the thunder down the hallway like that, ever!  and that I made a lot of rumbling, thumping, and just plain noise at large, getting up onto the bed.  It caused the mattress to quake! That's what she said! The mattress quaked!  She said I STOMPED up to her head (I did) getting onto my pillow...(it crackles)..*that's how mom knew*  and then, to the prize...her head.  I commenced to bust through that barrier she set up! Pah!  Easy peasy!  I purred like I had speakers attached to my throat it was so loud. 

MOM:  I HEARD her do all of it...she woke me at 4 with that colossal... um...well,  er...meaty leap,  and the weighty stomping.  I certainly felt her stomping up to my head...I think she was walking like Pepe LePew!! and beginning to decimate the barricade...she got on her pillow, (it crackled ) the box was gone and Leopard, he became a bridge! To me!  I'm surprised nothing hit the walls she was so emphatic. I think Leopard will sue.   I think *I* will sue. 

She is complaining that she is sleepy!  Tuff petunias. 

Place of refuge

When I first came to be mom's sweetheart, I started monorailing here immediately.   I have never given up my place.  I monorail everywhere!  But this is my all time fave.  

I am telling Mom she ain't no sylph! 

Mom said I was much more slender then...but then, so was SHE! I'm not monorailing here
but I will be soon.  Look out.  

Selfie Sunday

 

 Brand spanken  new. this meowning.    I am waiting to hop over to see all of you.  

Baff