Monday, June 18, 2018

Mancat Monday


Happy Monday, furriends.

Just a minute, please, while I finish this grooming. I have something REALLY impawtant to meow about today.

Ok, I'm ready!


No! You go away! It's my day.


MOUSES!
Now I can't remember what it was.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Finally Friday - Squeals & Interactive Toys


Back in the day, and my 'thritis wasn't a thing, when I wanted something
 from mom I'd just stretch up and tap her with my paw. Easy mousies.

These days, I just sit here and paw at her foot. But wow, you would not believe the way she SQUEALED tonight. Like she's fragile or something. 

She complains that I have a strong paw and it hurts.
Meh. 

Lots of rain here today. We're told there are lots of tiny, tiny frogs a-hoppin' all over because of it.
Just the right size for a paw to whap. But do WE get to play with them? 

NO! I mean, yeah, sure, that would require getting out in the rain. And getting wet and dirty paws. 
Ok, so don't you think she oughta bring some tiny frogs INSIDE then? 
Aren't hoomins always looking for a good toy for us?

Well, here you go.


Tuesday, June 12, 2018

(We Can't Do) Wordless Wednesday


What, mom? It's time for Toby's evening meds?
Nope, no idea where he is.


Must be in that super secret hiding place he has.

I'll let him know you're looking for him, mm'kay?

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Happy Caturday


Happy Caturday, furriends!

The other day I was making biscuits with mom. I'm very good at it, you know.
So there I was, kneading away on the back of the couch, when she says.. she says...
"Can you make me some cookies, too?"

Seriously?! Do you think this is a bakery? I do strictly biscuits, lady.

Hmpf.


In Toby news...


Mom was up at 5 am today putting fresh sheets and pillowcases on the bed.
And not because Toby yakked, either. And there was a rumor that she applied a
warm washcloth to someone's bum, but that's unconfirmed.

He's not saying. 

We will leave you with this scene from early morning here, on a local road.


Thursday, June 7, 2018

Leia on Thursday: Will She or Won't She?



So, I have this thing I do in the :whispers: facilities area.

Mom has been tracking all of our output for the last few years,
especially since we became.. umm... richer in years. Weirdo.

And in that time, she has seen that I have this adorable**** habit when I'm about to go.
I hop in the box. I wait. Maybe I hop right back out. 

Sometimes I stand there and my tail goes up - the flag of Pee Intentions - 
but then comes the BIG question -

will I pee or not? 

If mom is sitting nearby, she holds very, very still and is very, very quiet so as not to distract me. 
I admit that as a Princess, I am quite dainty and delicate and the slightest thing can derail this.

If I don't go, then I usually circle back two or three times until I'm finally ready. Maybe I put it off for another hour or so. Maybe it's done in ten minutes. That's kind of fun because Mom really loves the suspense, and the wait to see if I'm just being delicate, or signaling that I have a problem.

***** ok, Mom doesn't think this is so adorable, but I do!


Mom:
It's been like this for years and probably always was. 
I HATE it. The watch, the wait, but this is how she does things.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Leia Hosts Very Easy Sunday


So not much happening here right now... including fried chick-hen.
Would you believe it's been TWO whole days since we've had any?

Every time mom brings out her noms, we assemble for our share
but it's not the good stuff, so we don't get anything.

So we just stare in utter disbelief. It's so disappointing.

Also, I want to give a meow-out to my boy Brody over at 15 and Meowing.
He's so dreamy!



There is one thing... Mom is still furious over the owner of our rental who decided to come in when she was not here and was unaware he was coming, to work on the dryer vent issue. She was, as always, very clear that she has to be here, just call her when you need to get in.
She does not allow hoomins to be here if she's not. In all our years with her, and being renters, this has never been an issue before now. She says we go through property managers, and don't directly interact with the owner. Which is probably a good thing because she does NOT have a high opinion of him for several reasons. But the doofus decided to handle this himself, and apparently has no respect for boundaries. Even worse, we still have a plumbing issue to deal with.

We hope everyone has a happy week. And calm people. Because it's a lot of work soothing them.