Meowy Monday

Kitties, my human brother is here.  Got here after church yesterday and will go home in a bit. But I feel I am the most fortunate of kitties.  I got to stay in his room wif him some last night..just about to the exclusion of being in our room, mine and mommy's.   I get all the smoochies and pets I could ever want and I get to head bonk him and scent him all I want.  What's not to like? He took this picture of me sleeping the sleep of the just and fair on mom's lap yesterday afternoon late.  He took it with his cell phone.  Mom got all silly about it and cropped as much of herself as she could from it because she was all mashed down and splayed out.  hardly flattering.

But look at my arms..look at my legs!  Adorable! I had her at my mercy.  She was hot because the temp was in the mid 80's outside and not that much far below here on the inside.  And I was on her with my boiling body heat making her feel like someone lit the charcoal for a BBQ in her lap.  AND she had to go into the small warm room but hated to disturb me.  She stood it as long as she could but finally moved enough to make me get up.  She'll pay.  Guaranteed.

HairBalls and Bomits and Horking, O MY!

Kitties and Woofies!  I started my hairball formula dry fuds day before yesterday.  The two previous days (and nights!!) I had horked up some really juicy good ones.  Yesterday with just 24 hours of the hairball formula under my silken furs, I horked up the mother of all my hairballs!  That sucker was another Vienna sausage sized one filled with furs, on steroids.  (fatter than the sausage).  TMI coming up again but when mom was cleaning my box this morning early she said she saw furs in the solid waste (TeeHee) which means that some furs really ARE making it thru the system.  Mom said not to tell you all over again what she and I have been doing prior to the new fuds. You know.

I have been increasingly naughty with the scratching in all the wrong places again.  Yesterday mom FINALLY reached for the spray bottle.  I did NOT like that ONE single bit.  I took off like my whiskers were on fire.  Thing is, I get away with murder  with it in the deep dark night night times.  She's not awake and she can't stop me.  (Insert childish taunt  sounds here).

Just wanted to say my side of it and let you see my earnest face.  With a face like this, would I fib?

pee ess.  My best bud Sunny is having his 14th Birfday today!  He put on quite a spread for his Pawty.  Go join us.  I'm at the bar having a Niptini.  See ya there.

Thank you GLOGIRLY

Now you see me in my favorite box...now you don't.

Thank you GLOGIRLY for the excellent instructions and the darling pointers!

Got Bomit?

Kitties, Mom gives up.  She said with the three bomit traps I laid for her unwary feets during the night (when I wasn't mashed warmly against her back) she said the handwriting bomit is on the wall plain for her to see.  Just give up and get the hairball formula dry fuds.  She hates to but her home cooking (mashed up  partially blended chicken and carrot or pea..(thank you Mama of Boomie <3) and trying to feed vaseline and other things isn't working well.  So, she's fixing to throw in the towel.

I made a watery one among others last night, on top on the glass topped cherry wood cabinet.  Mom thought..good..easy clean up until while she was cleaning she saw I did a watery one in the corner of the glassed top.  It seeped under the glass and ran down into the cabinet and onto the floor but worse, the standing liquid bomits warped the wood.  Mom said "stick a fork in me, Katie,  I'm done."

I went two and a half weeks though before starting it again.  I've got 2 days and nights of bomits out so maybe mom can get a break.  Maybe.

Mom came home after working out and she's headed out again in a few.  Me, I'm in bed, my bed, resting up after a night of upheaval.  get it?  UP heaval?  Heee.  xoxoxo

Not Naughty Thursday

I not naughty today 'cause it's raining VERY hard, there are high winds, lightening and thunder boomers and that scares me.  So I am sticking close to where Mom is and not active at all.  I didn't even ask to play and it's after 9 in the morning.  Mom found me in the bedroom huddled next to the bed  because the storm scared me so mom encouraged me to come out into the lighted rooms.  Last night she woke to turn over  by the way, and I was in her back all curled up, so she didn't turn over.  Usually I sleep on my red blankie at the foot of our bed but last night I needed her warmth.

I horked up a good sized hair ball yesterday but mom said it's been 2 1/2 weeks since the last ones.  That's the longest period ever. She said she'll take what she can get.

Mom said she is still having the worst time trying to get photos of me.  She wishes I could not come straight toward her every time she tries to take a picture.  She said that zooming in doesn't work very often because I hear her, look up and whatever pose I was in is gone.  Then I head straight to her.

But if that's all the trouble we have we'll both take that too after all the cares and woes of the past several years with Admiral.

Here is a photo mom took a few days ago.  She hoped you would like it EVEN though it's not me.

xox

"A" I'm Adorable "N" I'm so Naughty

Kitties, Woofies, Beans, I have found the secret to the Universe.  Be Adorable.  On Sunday I was extraordinarily busy.  I had painted mountains to climb and I endeavored to do that all day and into the evening.  Then, I had carpet to try to scratch till Mom hollered at me.  Then, I had lots of playing to do and demand.  (that part was OK with her).  Let's see..what else?  Oh, and I had naps to take...those on her were warm and comforting.  I always get SO petted and talked to.  I stretch out full length on her lap, throw my arms over my head waaaay long and my back legs stretched waaaay long on the other end with my tempting soft as silk tummy furs there with tummy rubs not only welcome but encouraged.  When I have a nap in another room, I come out and always trot into where I think she is making tiny mews what she says is my little baby voice all the way into the room. She's toast, kitties, just toast,  When I do that and see her..head straight over and give hard head bonks and jump up..it's all over but the meowing.  She's so easy.
She'll be annoyed at me for inappropriate scratching (despite all she has put out for me to scratch on and at) and while loudly discouraging me, she takes a look at my sweet face with that wee perfect half a mustache..toast, kitties.  Toast, pure and simple.  She never had a chance.

Tuxie Tuesday (and Tortie Tuesday for all the Torties out there)

Good meowning Kitties and Woofies.  Mom wanted me to tell you that I indeed really do try to climb the walls.  I wasn't kidding.  I can't do more than leap repeatedly but I make every effort to get up there so I can roost on the pictures.  Mom said it was useless but you know me, I have to try.  I have been a particularly wild and crazy little girl all day Sunday and part of yesterday.  Going into hitherto untried territory.  One example is our bed's headboard is no more than an inch or so thick, it is wood, and I was actually perched ON it, sideways of course and pressing into the wall for balance just so I could say that I sat on the head of the bed.   My mission is to sit on everything there is in this house.  Then I'll contact the Book of Records and see if they're interested.  Mom said she has heard some spectacular crashes with some epic fails of mine.

This isn't me, it's Admiral sleeping on MOM'S side of the bed of course, but it will show you how narrow the headboard is.  But I sit on it anyway.  I'm practicing to be a bird of prey.