Claws

 Kitties!  Mom took me to the Vet yesterday and had my claws trimmed.  Just because I puncture everywhere I walk on her.  She said her network of punctures and scratches look like a road map with the cities marked with those little red circles.  I admit I know I hurt her when I reach up to pat her face.  I keep the nails in as far as I can get them into my toesies (I think Katie DOES know she hurts, as she is hesitant to pat me after seeing me flinch). Mom needs to get me there more often.  She just dreads it, but she is the one who suffers.  So for awhile I can pat her all I want to and she'll love it. 

Mom just returned from a walkie.  It's colder'n a witch's heart out there and the wind is blowing a bit.  Siri just told her 7 mph which is breezy with the low 30's temp. Guess who forgot her earmuffs or a hat?  That'd be her. But once you get up there she said, she hated to turn around and come home for the necessary items.  She's afraid she would stay.

Favorite brovver is coming home for a day tomorrow after an appointment he has to get to.  I am sure looking forward to his home coming for the night.  I haven't had any brovvers to love on since other favorite brovver left to go back over the mountains.

 Oh!  Kitties!  Mom took Leopard away for a few days to make it up to me when I suffered (she did too) with the shrieking high decibel burglar alarm (120 Db.)   Well, guess what?  After three nights of my beautifying her face and head with my munificent furs...Leopard came back.  A kitty can't win for trying! Sheesh! But she's been brushing and combing me more than ever to make up for it.

Non lethal now...back footie.

My 'stache, my fang AND my nosey.

I Wuz Robbed!

 Kitties!  It was terrible!  It was unfair, and it was a crime against felinity. What you say?  Well, a picture is worth a thousand words! So here is the picture!   And I ask you to think how HARD it was for me to make this drawing so she would know what a terrible thing she did!  Try as we may, we cats and our servants can't always make either of our wishes known.  You know?  But I went the extra mile! 

(I held the pen between my front two toesies(. 

Here is my work- that was truly and really waiting for her on the floor on my soft blankie where I lay under the hot air blowy thingy when she got up the next morning after attaching an air deflector to MY hot air blowy thingy.  MY hot air blowy thingy, not HER hot air blowy thingy.  (well, other favorite brother was here...I will admit.  He may have assisted.  Not confirming anything and he calls me a POT ROAST!). 

 I laid there every single day to stay warm or cool when it becomes the cold air blowy thingy.  SHE RUINED IT!  Now, the air does NOT blow right onto me the way it did.  I lay in the same place all for NOTHING, Kitties.  NO hot breeze blows over me.  Not a molecule of hot air.  

I am taking applications for offers of a new home.  Apparently I am no longer welcome here.  Must have hot air blowy thingy, for consideration. 

The Day of the Bad Sound

 Kitties!  I have never had a worse time than I did Christmas Eve.  Mom went to the front door to check for mail and the burglar alarm went off with all its decibels roaring.  It was horrible.  Brother came running...she slammed the door shut and went to the panel.  Mom said I should keep this short and cut to the chase.  The phone was ringing and it was answered by brother who told the alarm company that nothing we did would silence it.  And the shrieking was horrific.  They finally helped us silence it after going thru words and whatever was set up before.  

Mom went to the door while brother was talking and re-opened it, only to have set it off again.  She saw me about then, and I was petrified.   They silenced it again, and mom opened the door a third time and the same horrible thing happening again. No...she did not set the alarm nor had she for some time.  They silenced it and mom had to go to the side door and try.  It was silent.  We told them we couldn't be trapped in the house without moving for days till their office opened with techs being dispatched.  A tech called and it would seem that the remote in my purse was accidentally set  to "alarm"by my rummaging around in my purse...at 1728 the former day.  There was no count down on the side door to warn mom that the alarm was set.   There was no delay on the front door hence it went off instantly.  

Mom and brother who came from over the mountains were very concerned for me as I was showing fear and anxiety and you know that hurt my ears terribly.  Mom was finally allowed by me to love on me a LOT after an hour or so.  I always get lovins but the next 24 hours were packed with them and snug hugs...plenty of them.

I seem OK now she said.

The Battle of the Pillow

 Kitties, I was waiting as mom changed the sheets; and right after she drew the top sheet and blankie up..I sprung into action.  I went straight to my side of the bed and my bed pillow and went to sleep.  Why?  That nasty old scary Leopard is there at night time between the pillows blocking my way from her head when we go to bed.  That's to keep me from lying on her head.  Whatta gyp! 

See?    My side.  MY pillow.  She left the bedroom. She knew she'd not get the bedspread on any time soon. 

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Raising my head from her pillow. I was comfy till then! 

But when she came back later to finish the bed  to find I had migrated to HER side and HER pillow.  She had put her hand embroidered cases on the pillows instead of the matching ones.  I had to try them out.  Here I am when she came in and said my name. 

Hours later when I got up...you can see my headie print on the pillow.  Just as it should be 

Where's the Feast?

 Kitties!  For some reason, Fancy Feast seems in low supply.  The flavors I don't like...trout, beef and turkey are around in OK supply but all the others that I like..the shelves are bare.  I can't understand that.  I even looked in a grocery store or two and even Wa-l-ma-r.t, but low supply.  I went to that other pet supply store I never go to (more expensive) but they too only had a limited supply of what I eat.  Mom got maybe four cans.  And some of them not familiar to me.  Royal Canin had some of what I like, but not much. 

 However, these sweeties were there to brighten mom's quest for food.

WE wondered if any other kitty was having this problem?

Sunpuddling Along

 Kitties!  We have enjoyed an unusual number of sunpuddle days!  In 10 years, mom hasn't seen the like. So, I am up here again this very day, enjoying and baking in my sunpuddles.  It always looks the same, I know but these are new pictures.  

I hope the picture will post.  I tried and it would not.  But we are waiting on my client to arrive with his mom after school.  Brother is here and he'll enjoy the visit too.  He will go home Saturday.  Been away quite a time and he's anxious to get back.

Enjoyed #ReadPawty last night on Twitter.  All my fellow #ReadPawty pals were there too.  We read a kitty book for this month.  Mom never gets a chance much to do that...be there with them... but she was able last night.  It was like being on vacation!  She'll have more time soon.

Oh and she deployed LEOPARD again.  She said being smothered and her head pushed in at an awkward angle; what with me honoring her with my body on her head, caused her not to sleep well at all and I woke her up constantly.  So Leopard is back, smirking at me and that makes me mad!  Mom feels sorry for me.  I hope she changes her mind.  But I know Leopard is pretty much a part of my life now. 

Here he is guarding her nightgown  minutes ago.

Scampering Along

 Kitties...I may be getting a trifle older but I can sure scamper and "tear up" some carpet speeding through the house.  Mom loves to hear me and see me do it.  I bought her some sushi last night from my gift pack of four pieces several years ago.  It was the shrimpy again.  I bring him out a lot!  I brought Floppy Mousie and Donkey into the bedroom last night.  I don't seem to be bringing in five of my babies any more.  Just those two usually.  

Mom's eyes are still dilated from her visit to the ophthalmologist  this morning.  She noticed while I dictate that she is making more typos than usual.  As if!  And she was driving this way! 

Mom bought two tomatoes with a stem on, and hoped they would be OK.  They taste like mush.  Hard as hammers. and mush-like tastelessness she said.   It's hot house grown, and gassed to make them red and fool ya usually; so she quits till next year.   The last month and a half have been producing iceberg lettuce with so much "rust" you usually wind up throwing away most of the head.  Mom said with all the ecoli in longer leaf lettuces,  she won't buy it.  NO Romaine, thanks. 

Here I am last night before our bed time.  We were watching TV on the recliner.  I had just raised my head up off her chest..got a smooch for my trouble. 

 Here's her avatar from FB.  I think I know that lady!