Tummies!

 Kitties!  I remember telling you back several years ago something that Mom and I read and found to be the answer to a lot of problems I...and Admiral  had too when she was here with mom.

Today  Mom came across similar information, and she is posting it because she knows that I, Katie am not the only girl to have this happen.

Mom has mentioned many times how I hork up my breakfast (never my super though!!) many many many times.  Sometimes, all she will put in my bowl is a teaspoon of food and she has to do that spaced far enough apart to keep me from getting overly full.  Then, I keep my breakfast down.   When she doesn't put enough space of time between spoonfuls,  I hork it all up and mom may as well have thrown the can out in the trash rather than open it and try to feed me.  Here it is for you all.  It's so small I will make mom type it out for you:

A cat's stomach is the size of a ping pong ball.  The International tennis rules specify that a ping pong ball has to be 40 mm (1.57 inches) in diameter.  Experts say that the tummy can only handle 1-2 teaspoons of food at a time.  Because of this, cats should eat small portions throughout the day rather than having one or two larger meals. 

I recall mom finding other references to our tummies being the size of a walnut.  Pretty much the same as told here in this article. 

Makes mom want to be extra careful again.  And I am rather luxurious in size I might add.  My mancats love me that way though.  💓

Surprise, Mom

 My gosh, mom hasn't seen my three eyed fishy in several years.  But I dug him out of my toy basket and look where I put him! 

 Mom took him out so I could nap, and I carried him into the living room and started tossing him into the air.  I must have been feeling good from my Zoom Groom this morning.  Boy, mom got a lot of furs out of me.

I took my banana peel out too.  I want to see if she slips on it.   

Mom's Bestie and Mine too

 Mom had her best best best best friend in the  entire world to visit  us today.  A fellow colleague whose friendship is one of those you read about.  That was wonderful enough for her...but for me...I was all over her like paint on a wall.  I always do.   I LOVE her...don't know why.  I am not usually a cat who is demonstrative toward women...just men, but while I always greet and give side rubs to ladies, Pat was one I practically adopted right on the spot.  

Mom meant about the friendship- that theirs is a friendship that transcends time.  Meaning if they don't see OR talk to one another for a few years...the minute they do..it's like they were never apart. I wish I felt that way about my cat friends and acquaintances out there in the yard!!!  But it's "Goodbye Charlie" to them whenever I see them.  Now, Kozmo, Austin, Spitty ...Oh MY!  I was about to have a little romance with Rumpy but he has been away from his tunnel, so I haven't seen him for several weeks now  Maybe he will drop by. 

I just wanted to drop by your homes before I made mom get into bed.  I will start pacing any time now.

XO

Here's Admiral.  She loved Pat too.  Isn't Admiral a beauty?  

Dad Pete Cusack

 Today we bloggers are going to honor our friend, Pate Cusack.  We will point out our favorite blog.  

I have a lot of respect and care for Dad Pete.  I am still reeling, knowing that he is gone.  It seems as though he is right here still among us all.  I wonder if I am the only one who feels a presence, so to speak. 

I wish we could know how the cats are doing in their new home.  I do trust they are cared for and together, but I miss Dad Pete's unique and loving way of writing about them.  They, and Pete as well, were so familiar and close to us all.  He never failed to help us when we got into a problem with our cats.  

My most favorite blog was about the Cardwood Derby the Cat scouts had.  Timmy of course was among them.  His Dad posted that video on utube and each time I look at it, I still roll laughing.  I loved it then, and I still do.  Please watch and remember that sweet time with Timmy and his Dad.  If it doesn't "take" I will try again.  The sound in the video just sent me to the floor rolling.  Thank you Dad Pete.  Sending you love. 

Timmy's Cardwood Derby Car

https://youtu.be/8dzFfsHbXFk

I Think it's Tuxedo Appreciation Day!!!!

 Kitties!  Mommy read that it's Tuxie Appreciation Day!  Kozmo, Austin, Puddy!  It's our DAY!  Let's all get in the Tunnel and head to Wales to the Pubs!  We'll heft a mug to gorgeous US!  OR we can stay here and make mom serve us. Oh...yes, she does serve me and us too whenever we are all together, already!  Forgot.   HAPPY TUXEDO APPRECIATION DAY! 

Awesome Kozmo

Handsome Austin

NO Mom. Don't do It.

 She wants to rant again but I told her N-O spells no.  She ranted in her own blog a few minutes ago.  I said stay out of mine.  

It's cold cold cold.  I have been sealed to the warm air blowy thing all these past weeks.  And when I am not sealed to it, I am sealed to HER!  

Did you all see this?  That is adorable!  How beautiful, and what a cherished sight and family that is.  

The chili smell is out of the house thank goodness.  Well, when it was cooking...EWWWwwww.  But then, later she'd take some from the fridge and heat it up..here we go again.  YUK.  

Mom's face hurts a bit where the sinus's are.  Just a bit on one side.  Hope it's not firing up again.  But if it is...we will deal with it.  The bronchitis is about done which I am grateful for...she about knocks me across the bed once she gets to hacking and coughing.  Her chest heaves me OFF of her and I would swear, half way across the room! I'll call the police if she does that again. 

I think I will make home made candy...chocolate (and marshmallow) covered peanuts bars.  Once they cool, I can break them up a bit.  OH it is so good.  Fattening, but delicious.  I'll give it way except one piece. 

See mom?  I knew I could keep you from carrying on again! 

Stuffs in my mind

 Kitties!  Mom just made chili.  Ew.  I smell it all over the house and on her too.  Bet *I* smell like that!  I should call the police.

Do you kitties feel like telling poor mom how to schedule her posts?  Seems like there is no longer the scheduler we used to have before Google pulled the plug on our follow one another feature.  She can't find it.   Please tell the poor thing!   She felt like she HAD to write my Gotcha Day a day ahead of time because she couldn't;t make her feeble mind (sorry, mommy) work hard enough to find any instructions!  Poor thing.

Mom said she's brushing me (she is) and using that really cool curved tines thingy-brushie that she bought from Amazon.  I LOVE it.  She showed it to me from the doorway of our bedroom, said "Katie" and I looked up from her pillow and believe it or not, I said "Um"? in a questioning tone.  I did.  It really was a questioning tone.   I jumped straight down and ran for the bathroom where I monorail on the tub and get scraped and brushed.  I have two brushies, and three combs.  If I am lucky I get a taste of all of them.  But she said to tell you for some reason I am looking a bit unkempt.  (*I* say, "AS IF"!!!!!  Boy furs aren't glowing as they were and I have some skin flakes.  I'm not eating odd things but mom can't find my regular good-for-me-food anymore.  She thinks the manufacturers quit making cat food. We're eating leftovers that were stores.  In any case, her doesn't believe at all "aluminum shortage" and all that.  I remember she went down that road a few blogs ago with you. So I made her stop now.

We aren't sure why my furs are looking a bit off.  I get brushed all the time. Maybe because I am a Grande Dame now?  (older). 

She is much much better now from her acute bronchitis and sinusitis.  She said she didn't see a cute thing about it.  She was in misery, but her better now. 

Oh and I won't get off the bed hardly at all.  Or her pillow. Or her. 

Mom and I will see ya on the other side.  OH!  And all four of Micah's tires were practically flat this morning ( he is a handsome shining black Toyota Corolla LE!) ( very prideful, he is) when she left to go to the dentist at 0830.  22 degrees should not have  done that but, it did. 

BYY!  I'll wave from the

porch as you come by.