The Sun'll Come to You.

 Here I am...going from patrol post to patrol post. 

I needn't have to worry about sunpuddles.  The sunpuddles followed ME this time.  I rule. 

On the job!  Never allowing trespassers!

Time for a nap after all that patrolling.  

Ducky and me. 

Fully immersed in a sunpuddle! 

My mom loves me and allowed me to fall asleep on her head last night.  She didn't, but I did.  When I left after a half hour or so later to hit the Box,  she fell asleep. 

 

Tea With a Beloved Furriend.

 

My dear sister-in-the-fur, Nellie Belly.   She visits from the Bridge sometimes.  Usually, we whisper back and forth UTB on either side of the veil where no one sees or disturbs us.  But you know Nellie.  Never still...always raising cain. She wanted us to have tea.  So, we are.  

Thanks to Precious

 Thanks to Precious  I just got a great brushie.  Why do I thank her?  Because she reminded mom that  I  hadn't been zoom -groomed in a long time because mom couldn't find all the grooming tools for me. She made it her business to really look and found them and all of my combs and other brushies bundled up in the bottom of the laundry basket! 

See me gleam! 

Ewwewwww

and now....ta dahhhhhh.....

Dear Kozmo...I am gleaming and satiny and waiting for you. 

I'm keeping an eye out.  I'll go into the tunnel in a few minutes.  Treats! 

Making My Rounds....

Kitties! The sun is out! It is! I see it!

Sunday Selfie

 My goodness, we got SUN all day yesterday.  And it is here this morning too.  Supposed to rain the rest of the week, as usual.  I'll show you me yesterday all stretched out.  Mom even laundered my mat for me...and my red throw on my recliner too.  She uses a rubber glove to swipe away my furs from everything,  Works well.  The only ones who say it doesn't work are the ones who apply no pressure at all to the fabric as they swipe.  They try once, and that's it.  Mom saves a LOT of money just by applying elbow grease and going over all the upholstered things.  Even sheets.  

Speaking of Mom, she has been eating fig newtons like they weren't going to make them anymore.  She loves the things, but they are 90 c for 2.  So...yesterday she threw caution to the winds and had 6!  She only buys them every few years.  

Still having probs with pictures here.  Everything got accidentally put into folders when she went to click on Pages in the Dock a few weeks ago.  All the pictures waiting that she had on a desktop went into folders.  By itself!  Obviously, her mouse did something (even though it was in her hand), that it decided needed doing!   My client's mom and my client will be here tomorrow morning and before my Client gets on the computer I hope my Client's mom can help my poor Mom here!  I might not get to put Cat on my Head's photo up again, as I couldn't last time. 

Mom saw this in Face Book yesterday and squeeed!  They are in bed as sweet as can be!  A night light too! Their bedroom as art on the walls. 

Me, yesterday afternoon.  

 

Smile...

Kitties, the middle picture here means a lot to me. Because the kitties are watching their Dad sleep and they are joyfully imagining and anticipating the gladness that their Dad will have when he wakes to the lovingly chosen gifts they have brought him. 

 The last indoor-outdoor cat we had was Robin, the tiny 6-and-a-half-pound Tortie.  She brought gifts almost every day.  Food for the table.  She was warmly praised, petted, and praised some more for bringing we four members of her family, supper.  We secretly to ourselves wished she wouldn't, but we never told Robin that.  We spent many many many MANY hours catching the supper still alive and returning it outside, and we stealthily removed the other meals she brought.  They really and truly think they are giving us gifts that show their love.

And if that last one in the beauty parlor doesn't nail it...nothing will.  I can see Katie and Dai$y there now--  In Italy of course,-- soon as they get off the jetliner they use to travel. 

Rainy Sunday...

 Kitties, as always, I don't think it will stop raining except maybe once every 10 days.  And only for that day.  They may be sun but usually, it's gray and cloudy instead and cold of course.

Glad to know about the onesie though thanks to those of you who have used them.  I could not imagine how I could use my litterbox.  I am thinking that if I have another tooth extraction I may go to one.  My mom can't give me a pill for pain so they gave me a pain patch last time.  That was horrible too. And they put that huge plastic cone on me though I sent the cloth cone I bought, to use.  They refused  Meanwhile, even after I could finally stand, the cone they put on must have been meant for a dog, it was so huge there was no way to eat.  Mom took it off of me.   BLOG HOP TIME! 

Happy Valentines Day to come!  

Mom got a hitch in her gitalong and can't get Cat on My Head's picture in here for the BLog Hop! !  Mine either.  Sigh.