You Bought WHAT?

Kitties, she thought she could get this stuff into the cabinet without me seeing.  No chance!  I am there to greet at the door and inspect everything.

She went to her fave pet supply store and while fixing to get my usual sensitive stomach and skin dry food, she allowed herself to be taken in by...the infamy of it...the NERVE of her...an older lady cat food! It's called Age Defying.  As if, Kitties!  As if!!!

My man cats have no complaints! And one called me a cougar when I made advances toward him.  (he's a Ginger...they are pretty flashy--I had to do it). Austin and Kozmo..pay no attention.  NO attention at all.

It's for cats 11 and beyond.  I am NOT 11 Mom! Not!  I don't know if I will even try it.  So there.

See?  I was immortalized by Nellie's mommy!  Mommy ought to eat the age defying foods.  Goodness knows SHE needs it!

In Other News

Kitties!  In other news, my lone white eyebrow fell out.  It will take me a good month to get a white spike starting up... and another month for it to start arcing over my eye.  This is always stressful for me.  I have to put so much work into growing a new perfect arcing one, you know!

I have a new way of sleeping this week.  You other kitties may want to give it a try.  You wait till your mom or dad is sound asleep in the very small hours.  Then, walk carefully and softly up to their head.  Drape your entire body over their neck.  Back sleepers like Mom are a cinch!  She has woken long after the fact!  And found the upper side  from my waist to my hindquarters right square over her throat.  I love it.  If she ever purred, I would be the first to sense it what with monitoring her throat the way I have taken to doing.

That is my news for the day.  OH!  Mom wrote in her own blog about a new sucky monster she got that is THE absolute BEST she has ever used.  It's quiet too.

I am about to get mom to open the window for whiffies.  Come on over and share the tree and wide window sill.  I've got fab nip, silvervine and me.  What can be better than that trio?

Sunday Selfie (I hope)

Kitties, once again I will try the Sunday Selfie as Mom Janet has provided mom some instruction again.  Thank goodness.  Between us all, we will get me mom up to speed one day.

There is my selfie:

This is MY chair...I sleep, watch my baby shows and rest my eyes while they are on sometimes.  But I watch them.  Mom turns them off sometimes but I raise my head and look straight at her in a scold to turn it BACK on.  I do my best monorails up here too.

Kitties, Look at THIS!

Kitties, I made mom buy this today.  She saw it in the store as she was passing by on her way to get something else and WHAT did she spy with her little eye!?

Look at this new shirt my favorite brovver has now! Maybe you can see why I am thrilled with it when she showed it to me-- if you biggafy it.  Mom took pictures front and back.

He is here for a spaghetti supper with us; and when mom came in the door, after getting my approval, she showed it to Brovver who smiled all over his face!  He loves it.  Only a born and bred Cat Man would love to wear this shirt and he will!  When he has it on (it was on a hanger when she took this) she will take his picture!

Look, Kitties!  Woofies!  See?

Front

Back at the yoke

This is the back...

Yes, Mommy?

Yes Mommy?  What can I help you with?

Your lap?  Here I am! You ask, I do.

In today's warm afternoon sun, I'll protect you.

You Know What?

Mom said she could go the entire rest of the year and not get "the usual" in the morning.  We got up...she fed me and prepared her own food.

I ate. The coffee was finished making, and she decided on oatmeal for herself this morning.   It was in the bowl...walnuts added and stirred in.  Coffee was poured--- and as she came down the hallway to the computer room...VOILA!  A HUGE hork at the doorway awaited her.  I was nothing if not impressive with the amount.

Breakfast for her was rapidly cooling as she tried to clean it all up.  I went about my business.  She ate the cooled oatmeal and drank the lukewarm coffee.  That's her lot as a mom.  Tuff, but someone has to  do it.

Sushi and ice cream.  Pawfect for settling my tummy, don't you agree?  Mom took this as an example of my relaxing after all the horking activity that just exhausted me.  Watching her clean up is like watching a whirlwind after I hork all over the carpet.

I Showed Mommy I Can Talk (sorta kinda)

Today, after favorite brovver came to visit and we had snuggles (he's so good at snuggling me) I decided to walk over to mom.  I did and I looked up at her as she sat on her chair and spoke.  Usually I don;t but I did.  Probably 5 or 6 times with no sign of quitting

They were polite meows now..nothing strident or worrisome.  But unusual.  And I tried to circle her feet which can't be done when she is sitting.  So I stood up and held her knee while looking into her eyes.  She kept trying to pick me up.  Um...just NO, mom.  Then she stood up and thought to play Stringy with me.  NO again, Mom.  She stood there fruitlessly moving Stringy for me anyway when I gave up being polite and went to the supper table that was laid for supper, and bunched my muscles to jump up, which I never do.  I insisted-- though she tried to distract me from it.  THEN Kitties, the sun rose...the trumpets played..the duck dropped down from the ceiling and I think she heard the ghost of Groucho asking what was the secret word!  I swear, you could have heard a bunch of trumpets sounding when she FINALLY got the idea.  BRUSHIES!!!

You see, she spreads my brushie blankie on the end of the table for brushies (her knees will not allow her to kneel on the floor any more.  Too many injuries to them while doing qualifications for work.) And after she unrolls the blankie, she gets my comb, brushie and slicker out of their bag and pats the table.  Up I go, flopping on the blankie and I start getting Zoom Groomed!  Then brushed with a human hair brush, and then, slickered.  Ahhhh...the furs rolled off. I got fabulous scratchies with the brushies...I was so happies!

She said that was very intelligent of me to go so far trying to make her understand what I wanted.  I worked for those brushies, Kitties.  She got an F on her report card.