Tiny Tabby Girl Thursday on Finally Friday

Happy Friday, folks! And now we are returning to MY regularly scheduled day.

I'm settling in very nicely. And by the way, I wanted to clear up something about The Move Day -
I was not trying to escape, I was only testing security. Really, I was doing everyone a service.

Both Toby and I want to thank the kittehs from 15 and Meowing for this PAWSOME gingerbread house. Isn't it amazing? I've pretty much moved in, as you can see. It's an amazingly purrfect fit for me. Mom often comes into the living room to see me lounging right here. Thanks guys!

PS: do you think...maybe... Brody helped his mom pick this out? For me? 

A girl can dream...

That. Was. EPIC

Graphic story ahead, kids, if you have a delicate tummy.

So, today's post was going to be all about me. But something happened
that I just gotta tattle on Mom about share with our furriends.

'Twas about 2:25 am. Mom and Toby got up for a few minutes.
He filled up his tummy and came back to bed.
Mom snuggled with him for a few minutes,

then everyone settled in for sleep.

And THAT is when the Great Toby Tummy Explosion of '16 went down.

It was glorious! Wet food everywhere... the comforter, the duvet, the Dream Lite, the step stool that helps him get up on the bed. The floor, AFTER that mean wench pushed Toby to the floor, but by then it was too late. And it got on Mom too.

Then came the words. Oh, the words! We've never heard her say things like that, furriends. Forget HBO words, this was... was... something way past HBO words. We didn't even know those kinds of words existed. At least not in those combinations.

Toby disappeared for awhile. Mom has been apologizing profusely to us both..... well, after the extensive clean up anyway. We will confer tomorrow about possible forgiveness.

I mean, our ears are still singed, y'know.

Mancat Monday

All right, it's time for me to put my paw down.

No more shenanigans! Holiday is O V E R!

We need to get this place cleaned up, back to normal

(that's you, Mom). 

Leia, you... you... you just need to stop being so petitely cute!

Hop to it, folks.

Finally Friday

It's here! We luff Fridays. Although right now, Mom is home most of the time so it doesn't matter much. She says she's going back to work next month so we will be on our own more.

She thinks this is the cutest thing ever, but really, we are just taking

a break from a very intense struggle of King (or Queen!) of the Chair.

It just looks cute.

Moms. Honestly.

Today she bought herself a present. I mean, why??

We wish everyone a wonderful, and happy, Chrissymouse Eve and Chrissymouse Day.

May peace reign.

Wordless Wednesday

Caturday

What happens when you mix one tiny girl with

 four unproductive hops into the facilities in the space of 3 minutes?

Yeah, you guessed it. Incidentally, this was my pose the entire nine hour trip. 

Hey, it worked then, why not at the Stabby Place?

The guy there thinks the move stress was trying to trigger a UTI.

There was some talk about some medication but .... ****

Oh, and we are dealing with my little ear infection too. 

That was fun. 

On the plus side, I'm now a regular attendee at the dining table.

Toby LOVES my visits too. He said so!

Happy Caturday, y'all.

**** Mom:

She's 6 pounds now, too small for a pill, so I'm putting liquid antibiotics

into her Pill Pockets. She LOVES them. It takes two to get all the meds in her.

Tiny Tabby Thursday

Here I am, with my favorite blue nip toy. This was the one that Mom couldn't find the very first night we got it. I played with it like crazy, then .... well, *I* always knew where it was, but she didn't. Anyway, it turned up after we moved! Yeaaa!!
After I got it back, I slept with it tucked under my chin.

A girl has to keep careful watch over her things, don't you know.

Plus, it tastes really good.

And.... 

HA! Take that, orange boy. I too am up on the table! Meowwww ha ha ha!!!

I saw what he did, so I did it too. Mom is so proud of me.

But someone else ISN'T!

One Word Wednesday

"Mom!!!!!"

Mancat Monday - a Mystery

Good morning, furriends!

So, things are good here. It's really nice to be able to keep an eye, and sometimes a paw,
on Mom without having to go up those darn stairs. That's a bonus.

Remember that silly rumor about us not being on the dining table?

Ha. You see before you, I *am* on the table. I found a way up all by myself -

I am quite clever - so now I can carefully, carefully, supervise the meals.

Even better, Leia hasn't figured out the Way Up, so it's all mine! Until she does, anyway.

Unfortunately Mom is holding firm on the look, smell but NO PAWS on her food.

mouses.

But THIS, THIS is the fly on my butt, people.

The Room of Mystery. Off limits to us felines, and Mom absolutely will not budge.

We all hate closed doors!

It's ok. I will put my brainpower to work on this knotty problem while I rest.

Mom:

The room of mystery is the laundry room.

The table... he was so proud of himself for figuring out how to make a jungle gym and climb up,
I didn't have the heart to make him get down.

Happy Caturday

As you can see, we're working hard on settling in, helping Mom unpack, and stuff like that.

But, we are very tired now, and are taking a well deserved rest. 

Mom has a few things she wants to share, 

so we hope everyone has a wonderful Caturday.

Mom's Notes:

I wanted to share what I could of our trip, in case someone else needs to make one.

Best advice? DON'T!! I'm pretty sure I lost a few years off the end of my life doing this.

In case you have to - 

1. I bought a medium size dog crate, plenty of room for them and a small disposable litter box.

2. I sedated the cats, with a trial run the week before. Ace - something or other. 

Had roughly the same effect that a Nyquil dose would have on us. 

I am very glad I did this, for their comfort. I used a towel sprayed 

with Feliway draped on their cage too. I was reluctant to use the medication but am very glad I did.

3. I insisted that the cats never be left alone in the vehicle.

I wanted eyes on them the whole time. When we all stopped for lunch, 

I stayed in the car with the cats.

4. I had water in their crate, but they never used it. I tried to convince them, but they would have none of it. Toby used the box once, while the car was moving. Leia pretty much never moved from her spot from behind Toby, but eventually she too... well.... there was clean up involved later. 

5. Maybe the most important aspect: Temperature monitoring.

I chose the time of the year for its mildness, and we were blessed with very overcast skies

until three hours to home. We hit Florida and the heat increased. I kept having to stop so I could readjust and keep the sunspots from hitting them, especially Toby. After our experience with heat stroke, I no longer trust either of them to move under such extreme emotional circumstances.

Towels and blankets were essential in keeping the sun from getting to them. We had plenty of AC and I kept sticking my hand in the cage to make sure the air wasn't too warm. If anything, I may have kept it a bit on the colder side. By the end, I could barely see the cats because of the coverings.

I also took a battery operated fan. I used it during our lunch stop. Just in case. 

And that's the story of our Big Moving Adventure. We're settled in now,

I'm unpacking a LOT of boxes and every night they are a bit calmer.

Wordless Wednesday

We're Here

We just wanted to let all our furriends know that we made it safely to Florida. 

We are all VERY tired. And... we almost lost Leia. She bolted during the loading process 

but didn't quite make it out the front door. 

                                                       Mom says she's grounded for life.

Happy Caturday

Mom brought home a second chair just like the first, so

now we each have our very own chair. Like thrones!

She and I had a long, serious talk about our move. She's

depending on me to keep Toby calm and quiet throughout the car ride.

I promised her that I would definitely look after the big orange guy.

I mean, I'm a bit nervous too, but I'm much better at handling things than he is.

And Mom will also be right there with us, so it's all good.

Thus ends the very last posting we will ever send from North Carolina!

Happy Caturday, everyone.

PS: I don't care what anyone says, I did NOT poke him one in the eye the other night.

I'm sorry he had to go to the Stabby Place to have it looked at, but it wasn't me.

And anyways the lady there said he's ok, just a bit irritated.

New Things Thursday

Mom, we don't need anything else in this house!
We can't believe you brought home one more useless ---

Oh wait.

Y'know, this chair is actually kinda pawsome.

Leia, I think we should have a Kitteh Conference about this...

We decree - this chair is acceptable, and relevant to our interests.

You may keep it after all.

Wordless Wednesday

Mancat Monday

I have a plan! And it's a good plan, too. I'm going to stop this silly nonsense about moving, and I've already started. I'm with Mom all the time, following her, and every time she sits down - which I encourage by being so absolutely adorable - I snuggle and purr and rub my head against her.

I even allow her to rest her head on me when she watches tv, thereby increasing the time she's NOT working on move business. And we can't move if she can't get stuff done. So, see, it's purrfect.

Leia isn't convinced of the brilliance of my plan, but I'll show her.

Happy Monday.

Finally Friday

Greetings to all !

I've been super busy doing... stuff.. but today I'm guest posting, on account of I'm being tucked away in this box. The Lady says I gotta get packed up like everything else, but I don't see why I can't ride in the car with the people.

Species-ist, that's what this is. I hear the really big Mr. Frog gets to ride in the car, unboxed. How unfair is that?!

But at least I get to pair up with my cool lion friend, so I won't be alone. I'll be in this box for about a week. Then it's fresh air and sunshine again.

PS: We here at The Whiskeratti hope everyone had and is having a great holiday weekend.

- Cornelius the Crocodile and the Lion

Wordless Wednesday

Easy Like Sunday

Although as felines, we like to take it easy every day of the week, there is something especially special about Sundays for doing this, don't you think?

And I think I will do mine on this pawsome new table Mom just bought for us yesterday. It's pub height, so I can't really jump, but Mom arranged the chair so it's right between table and couch; a bit of a hop and I'm there! (I heard a rumor that when we get to the new house, the table will not be accessible for us felines, but I'm sure that's just crazy talk).

*******

Today we would like to remember our woofie cousin, Max. He was a special fellow, full of energy, and utterly devoted to his Mom, our Auntie Mary. He was also very intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor. He came to our family as a puppy, and was with his mom for a great many years;  he left for the Bridge on the Thursday before Thanksgiving 2014. 

He had a great passion for pulling socks off feet, and once even pee'd on our Mom's leg! No one was ever really sure why he did that, though of course Max knew. She and Auntie Mary were sitting outside and he sauntered up and bam. Max, you were a fine fellow and are still greatly missed.

Finally Friday

As part of my ongoing efforts to ensure proper packing, I've moved my base of operations to the upstairs closet.

I did a great job with the kitchen, and now I'm confident I can bring the upstairs to a successful -- No, Leia, *I* am the Senior Project Coordinator here !!! You go away and find your own project.

MOMMMM!!

Wordless Wednesday

Mancat Monday

Well, my furriends, I marched up to my Mom recently and used the same heavy-pawed tactics I used in the Stabby Place. I gave her what-for and DEMANDED she abandon this nonsense about moving. And it .... worked about as well as you'd expect.

Moms are tough.

So I'm doing the next best thing. I'm supervising the packing. Until she put away the ladder and now I can't get up there. Drat.

Ah well, it tired me out anyway.

Happy Monday.

Finally Friday

Ah, furriends, how bitter is betrayal!

Oh, she swears she didn't enjoy it at all, but WE know the truth.

She petted the kitten for adoption at Petsupermarket. A tiny 6 week old tot, being quite the forward hussy with OUR mom. Nibbled on her finger, too.

Hmpf.

PS: Thank you to all our veterans.

Thoughtful Thursday

Peace reigns in the House of Whiskeratti.

aka the Flashy Beast strikes again.

Mom has a message she wants to share, and for once we are in whole-pawed agreement,
so we're turning it over to her now.

To all those who visit our blog, we give thanks. Right now, America is either in a state of shock or exhilarated. And we are very much afraid this is going to result in many fractured relationships of friends, families, co workers, neighbors. Shades of the Civil War, brother against brother.

I'm not a political person, or a deep thinker, or a great debater. I live, and learn, and act, with my heart, and my imagination, not my mind. I live in a small, internal, introverted world. My cats are my focus and my great joy. Thus, the cat blogosphere is of great importance to me. To that end, I urge - I plead for - calm, deep breaths, and maybe more deep breaths, before actions are taken. 

Very recently my region lived through Hurricane Matthew. And it was nasty. In less than 24 hours we got enough rain for four Octobers. The stories, the pictures... awful. An Army officer here took a kayak and a video camera and recorded the flooding downtown. It was up to the tops of street signs. Cars were completely submerged. It was utterly surreal.

In the days following I kept wishing it could all be back like it was before Matthew. But, eventually, most of it has passed. Not all. Some damage will take months to repair, some will never get fixed. Mostly now, though, it's calm. Daily life goes on. People helped each other, stranger for stranger.
As a group, we became stronger for the struggle and the challenges.

And so it will be again for our nation. And our communities. This, too, shall pass.

Wordless Wednesday