Jiminey Crickets! How Dare She?

 Kitties!  Mom went out yesterday supposing to go shopping with my sister-in-law, and to have lunch at a chicken salad place.  (she said it was delicious)!  BUT!  BUT!! She and my Client's mom found a chair- sorta like what she has been looking for, and of all the rootin tootin things, she BOUGHT it!  She did.  

Because she has a Corolla, and it wouldn't fit, (seems no one delivers any more), she texted a friend and colleague who was kind enough to take a moment to go to the store she was at, and helped her get the chair home.  

I had to put up with a stranger in my home...the moving of my glider rocker to her room where it takes all available space!  HA HA mom! And this strange chair appeared in my living room.  

You will see what I thought.  Mom couldn't even get the cushion in at first.  I was inspecting. 

Then:

And THEN:

It is small, which suits her..she said she wanted wider arms but...no deal. As you can see it fits me very well. She can go read in my recliner!  She's looking for someone to take the rocker.

Spa Day

 Spa Day my foot, Kitties! 

I just returned from The House of Horror.  Mom took me to get my claws cut back.  I did NOT give permission; and I am mad about it.   I got treats when we came home but that didn't make up for being rudely ripped out of my bed and put into my PTU and taken in a cold car to that House Of Horror.  I'm moving to another home where they are kinder to me! 

Now I won't get in my bed or relax anywhere.  I'll all upset even though I am home. I'm punishing mom. 

Selfie Day

 Kittie, my claws were sticking on the bed last night because they need cutted .  Mommy put the cotton blankie on last night as it got down to 41 in the night, and the thermostat is set at 68.  So we were deliciously cool in the bed and snuggled warmly under the blankie.  Well, she did.  I didn't. I have my fur coat though.  She said she'll take her first cold walk of the year this morning.  

Happy Selfie Day, all of you.  I'll be hopping over to see yours! 

Ooo La aaaaaaaaaa

 A picture of a luxurious Tuxie Queen.  

Rolling and stretching in satiny sheen.

Calling to her mancats, with her furs so coiffed

Her eyes slanted toward them, shining and soft.

 

The End! I did my poem myself!  Mommy had NOTHING to do with it.  Right?  Right. 

Caturday

 Kitties!  Bizzy bizzy.  Taking bro back to his place in a few minutes.  He had scrambled eggs, four of 'em, and some bacon.  With the price of bacon having just about tripled, we may not be having any more.   She could buy H****l's bacon pieces instead...they are good!  She never buys the fake stuff...just the real bacon morsels. Then Mom rips into cleaning house and sad to say, she loves Saturday Westerns and they'll be blaring as she cleans.  I swear she tries to hear over the vacuum.  Sheesh!  Can you say LOUD!

I'll be busy doing this after she's finished. 

Boomer and Me

Boomie's mommy made this a year ago and sent it to me.  Admiral was in love with Boomie(and she was  in love with Spitty, Kozmo, and Austin and Rupert too) so when she went to Heaven, I took over all her mancats.  Boomie , Spitty and me....we became an item.  (well, the other mancats were here just as often truth be told.  {You know us girlcats}).  These appear to be made from fondant.  Do you remember Whisspy?  Cathy the mommy, quit blogging after Whisspy  passed.  I miss them all so much. 

Happy Caturday.

Say WHAT, Mom?

 Mom offers this in evidence that having me around is like having a toddler around.  Equally messy and full of traps on the floor to make it like a land mine area! 

She also said she hasn't gotten that glider rocker reupholstered as no one seems to be doing that any longer. And the replacement cushions are truly unavailable.  She will see if anyone wants it, and will try to get a Queen Anne style chair.  That seem unavailable too.  Everything seems to be unable to be delivered.  

However, this next picture shows you how concerned me and my tail are.  (and my nosie). (and fang)

Selfie Sunday

 Kitties, Here I am.  Mom is doing her usual overthinking.  She is always concerned, because there really is a change in behavior ever since I had my fang stolen.   Mom and friends can't understand why.  Some say it's because I'm slowing down and I am.  But this is abrupt and lasting.  

Here I am, for my selfie I present ME in my office chair.  

I am going to try to enter the Sunday Selfies that Mom Janet has created for us.