Getting Back to my Normal once Again.

 Kitties!  For unexplainable reasons, I got off on a tangent and didn't do the things I had done for years.  Monorailing on the back of my chair is one of them.  Last night, Mom looked up and saw me there.  Of course, she reached for the phone.

  She thought I might be wary of the newly installed (at LAST) vertical blinds! But no.  While she watched Chuck Norris killin' it on Texas Ranger, I climbed up and got comfy.  I stayed there till we went to bed.  I beat her into the bed.  She really does not like that as it rushes her trying to get settled while *I* am climbing all over her.  She really really dislikes that a bunch! I have been bringing a lot of my stuffie family in too...while I stopped pretty much except Donkey and Floppy Mousie.  AND I have been digging a LOT of toys out of my basket in the night.  My room is strewn with them.  Mom gave away the rug she put in here because it was really too big for the available floor space.  So I am rugless again. So I am providing my own rug with all of my toys. 

Mom made about a gallon of homemade vegetable beef soup.  There's a pound and a half of stew beef in there, and LOTS of veggies too.  She's waiting (it will be several hours) for it to cool sufficiently so as to put it in a large container for the fridge.  I will remind her to look for the large container and clear a place in the fridge.  

House sure smells good.  Whattaya think? 

I Spy With My Little Eye

 My monocle fell off temporarily, but...I see you as you sitting there even without my quizzing glass.  

Gee WHIZ, Mom!

 It's colder'n kraut in here mom!  Would it kill you to move the thermostat up one stinkin' degree?  Sheesh!   I need extra furs on...or maybe a kitty sweater.  Maybe Joanie has one I can borrow, or Summer.  

*Mom*  Katie, it's 70 degrees in here for pity sake!

Me:  "You lie like a rug mom." 

"Mom*  I do not,  I'll show you --(picks Katie up & heads for the thermostat)

Me:  "I can't stand it.  I'm going to bed.  First though, I need to melt the frost off my furs, so I am sealing myself up against the hot air blowy thing.  After I get all toasty on all sides I will go to my thick beddie.  I won't be getting out every hour to let bloods back into my arms and legs.  I'll freeze if I do.  If you don't turn up the heat in here I will be forced to report you.  Oh.  And I want Savory Salmon for suppers."

*Mom*  Yes, sweetie.  Maybe just one more degree.  Here, let me warm your blankie.  

All better now! 

I'll get Donkey and snuggle with HIM! 

Showing my Implacable Attitude.

 Now, Kitties,woofies, mom complained that she came in here to my room to do her prancing, as it was raining alligators out there and she didn't want to walk.  So, she came here to MY room. and what did she see?

Me in my beddie not hurting anyone!!!

  She left.   And when she returned, what did she see?

Me, spread out on the floor getting bloods to return to my leggies and arms from being mashed into my fave beddie.  

She left.  She is trained not to galumph about, play music, and disturb me.

She returned later to see this in the spare room!  Then--- she could prance! 

Miss Ellen said she wanted to see me commanding the home and Mom.  Here I am in the pictures above making Mom wait her turn.  Then, in this picture, you see me as I took up the gauntlet the birds threw toward me at the window, and supervised them every second!!  Showed them!   

(pee ess:  Those are the vertical blinds  on the floor STILL waiting on installation.) 

My Convenience

 Mom has been outside doing her trotting and walking but it's raining.  So she thought she would use my room as usual to do the inside stuffs to exercise.  

Surprise surprise suprise!  I WAS mashed up into my fat, warm, mushy, deep beddie.  But it is just this side of being too small for a full figure such as I have, so I sleep in it till I get out and stretch out alongside so as to get blood returned to my arms and leggies!  Then, when my circulation is restored, I crawl back in the bed and sleep hours more.  

Mon just did her own bloggie and was going to get up and commence high steppin' it in here with a program from YouTube.  Surprise!!!  I was stretched out like a speed bump right behind her which means, sorry, Mom.  No dancing for  YOO! 

WAIT!  I'm back in.  Let's see if she can run to the kitchen for water and return-- and me still in my bed.

In the arboretum

Turn Turn Turn

 I know making mom type that title gave her an earworm!  Good!

I am having a nice Fall.  Really I have had a nice day for three weeks running.  Because we have no rain.  Mom is watering new shrubs. I love the ever-present sunshine.  Mom loves the cool temps and has been going out again trotting around while it's downright chilly.  She said she feels ever so much more super good (she always feels good, but ..) what with being active in the sun and outdoors, even better!   Wanna wrassle? Aerobics are great--- which she did throughout the hot humid rainy summer, but outdoors is better.  She always walks like one of her nicknames..Little Quail. But aerobics, she said, don't lend themselves to that. Now she's out scampering like me.  

Yesterday I heard her get really mad three times for goodness' sake.  And she upped and ate a big very iced and full of gooey cinnamon bun.  She said that was her reward for a lousy day. She paid with a questionable tummy as she is no longer used to sweets. 

For me,  I let mom go first here on MY blog!!! but I too am feeling really good!  Thundering herds even in the day occasionally!  Tickles mom to death! She worries about me all the time. Sheesh!

Mom's expecting company.  She is armed with gooey cinnamon buns and coffee is made.  Come on over. 

Chloe ...she took the Sefie for us.

 Mommy went on a walkie...without ME...this morning and met Chloe.  She agreed to take the selfie

Her rescuer said she had been badly abused and with broken bones. When rescued, they were able to take her brother with her.  She has not recovered from her former life and is terribly afraid of everyone and everything which is heartbreaking.   Her rescuer asked if I would like to give her a treat and provided one.  It took Chloe about 4 minutes to finally come and get the treat but back off as you see here.  Her brother died and Chloe became even more afraid and unhappy.  I thanked her rescuer sincerely for doing what she was doing.

The day is beautiful and the first of October Mom said.  Here's the park. Mom wished you were with her all the way around-- all the times she trotted around.  I'll make her give you more notice next time.  Like, today she didn't give any! 

This is a blog hop with The Cat on my Head.