Hiding Out

Psst, over here...

Careful of my laser eyes. I'm hiding out from the Pawparazzi under the table. I overheard them saying that I have "Gone Nocturnal" and I'm way too active while they are trying to sleep. Whatever. I've got important night business to take care of. I better get a long nap while they are at work.

Floofy Friday

After the week I've had here, I could hardly agree to a photo shoot, could I?

 

I was going to go for the full back view, but I didn't want to completely disappoint my public. Sorry for the Flank Of Disrespect friends, but I'm sure you understand. 

I hope my parent's sore backs improve this weekend so they can clear up all these leaves on my porch... Hope you all have a safe, happy and healthy weekend. If I can find someplace suitable to nap, that's where you'll find me.

Unacceptable!

Imagine if you will, you're enjoying a nice pleasant nap and you wake up to find that the chair that has lived in one spot your whole life has been moved! Not just a little tweak to one side or another mind you, actually moved to another room altogether.

This chair, that is your faithful launching pad to the bedside table and your bed beyond, is now two rooms away - in the den. A giant gaping hole is left in it's place, complete with lingering dust bunnies. Now there are bedroom smells in the den. How am I expected to jump without my jumping chair?

No one consulted me at all... and it gets worse.

In order to make room for my chair in the den, they moved my couch to the activity wasteland known as the living room. My napping couch, the one I lay on and snoopervise Mom's computer activies. Up and moved without a consult - while I was napping.

I was so freaked out that I stood in the hallway and cried mewed till Mom came to check on me. I then raced back and forth down the hall and finally grabbed Mom's cankle like it was a life preserver. She tried to explain the re-arrangement and let it slip that one of the den chairs was going to be moved to replace My Jumping Chair. A den chair in my bedroom! It's a world gone mad friends and it's unacceptable!

Wake Up Sleepy Head

Well here we are in week two without the Hated Noisy Box, that used to live on the bedside table and startle us at random intervals. I had been welcomed with open arms by my family as I alone, took on the task of waking them up, until this morning.

Sure it was only 4am, but I was peckish and I needed to have my breakfast a bit early. Mom was a bit put out for some unknown reason, and actually ignored my request. The nerve. We argued till 4:30 when she said something about being spoiled, and some other words I wont use here in this family-friendly blog. I tuned them out as I rammed her chins with my feline for to encourage her. I was still polite and respectful

I didn't hold a grudge. I stayed on-duty till 5:30 when I woke her again. I could have easily settled in for a post-meal nap, but I didn't.

I did get an extra enjoyable chat and snuggle when she came home this afternoon so I guess she realized she was wrong. I forgive you.

An Idea

So Mom and I were talking about having a fun activity tied into the games about to take place in Vancouver. Mom loves the games and the way the whole world seems to come together. It's the only sports she watches and she loves to watch all the obscure sports best (go curling and white-water rafting!).

We love Friday Night Fights at Cat Of Nine Tails when they do a play-by-play of all the kitty fight action. It made us think that Cat-O-Lympics (or Pet-O-Lympics) might be really fun.Shaggy mentioned that there was something similar in the cat blogosphere a couple of years ago. We're not sure who did it originally or how, and you know Mom and I are pretty loose in our interpretations on a theme so it will likely be different, but fun to enjoy again.

Mom and I had some ideas about posts during the games for the H.C. where we could add a play-by-play to things like jumping, wrestling, and ice hockey (I love chasing those cubes). Maybe some less traditional sports like napping, whapping, and pouncing. We know you'll think of great things too... videos, action pics, flag design, or insert your cool idea here.

Maybe different bloggers could host specific events and report on who was participating? Mom is a horrible organizer so we welcome anyone who wants to join in with ideas.

Floofy Friday

 

This is the look I give Mom when she has forgotten to turn on my sippy sink before she heads in to do her business. You can see how I get a little irritated.

I hope you all have a great weekend. I plan on resting up and getting in lots of snuggles, on my terms of course.

Guess what? Next week I plan on having more details, but Mom and I have thought of a fun activity that any cat can join. Call it CatOlympics, and it's coming soon!

Room With A View

Mom here. I thought I would show you a view I see everyday of my sweet girl, and I've yet to share.

Some of you may have noticed that Fin has an obsession with the bathroom sinks. She sleeps in one, and she views the other as her own personal water park. It's a wonder she let's us use them at all.

Whenever she hears me heading into my um, human litter room, she leaps onto the bathroom counter and campaigns for me to turn on her faucet. We call it sippy sink. It's the reason I rarely have spotless mirrors, as she likes to shake it off when she gets her head wet.   

These are the views I usually see from my, err, throne.

 

I find it's a good place to spot any floofy knots. I'll admit it, I'm also powerless to reach around the door and give a little tock tickle, cause who can resist a tock tickle? Fin. She hates me messing with her cataloons.

Weird Wednesday

Mom couldn't bear tossing out this fuzzy photo, even if it makes me look a little weird. I look really mischievous in this blurred shot don't I? I'm sure we can all agree that I'm never mischievous... heh, heh.

Thanks for your purrs, Mom and Dad both seem to be getting better. I must say that my friends totally rock. 

Blog Interruption

This blog has been interrupted by sick humans.

So Dad is still not feeling his best, but your thoughts and purrs are helping so we can still use them over here, if you have any to spare. Mom was so focused on taking care of Dad, and yours truly, that she forgot to take care of herself. The little tickle in the back of her throat on Thursday night turned into a full-blown cold/flu by Friday afternoon.

Apparently humans don't understand the first rule of caretaking... the caretaker has to take care of themselves too. Cats understand this with very little fanfare. Nap whenever you can, in case you're needed later. Eat whenever you can, you never know when you'll need your energy stores high. When your bed is filled with sick humans, keep your distance and mew encouragement from the hallway. When they request your healing presence, make sure they've recently been sanitized for your protection.

So Nurse Fin is on the case. Restoring health and waking humans. It's a tough job, but, as always, I'm up to the task. We should be back to regular blog business in no time.

Floofy Friday

Are you ready for some floof?

Mom was looking through my pictures, and she loves this one so much, she decided it needed another look.

Day two of life without the Hated Noisy Box. I woke Mom at 5:17am I'm told. I was again met with welcome arms. This is great. To some of my friends who suggested I might want to forgo the wake up for more napping... well truth be told I enjoy my morning nap alone in the big bed. My parents snore.

On a side note, I was hoping you might spare a healing purr or some healing thoughts for Dad. His Trigeminal Neuralgia is acting up again, and he's in a great deal of pain. It's something he has suffered with for many years and it causes the nerves in his face to painfully misfire. We know this episode will pass in time, but it's hard when you have to see someone you love in pain and you can't help them.

We hope you all have a safe and healthy weekend. Take care of yourselves and the ones you love.

Day One

Even with fog (yes fog in the desert) to hamper my view of the sunrise, I'm told I woke Mom at 5:33am. Two minutes prior to when the Hated Noisy Box (Cod Rest it's Sole) would have gone off.

Pretty impressive if I have to say so myself. To my surprise, instead of the usual "Oh come on! Do you know what time it is?" that I'm usually greeted with, I got "Hey, do you have a snooze button?" Followed by some quality pets, as Mom really did to try find the snooze button I think.

Some of my friends suspected I had a paw in the breaking of said box, no I didn't actually. I suspect it was Mom whacking it in an effort to find the snooze button over the years. Hm maybe I should make it clear I don't have a snooze button...

Hated Noisy Box - 2004-2010

One of the things I truly dislike, is the Hated Noisy Box. It lives on the bedstand next to where Mom sleeps. Waking Mom is one of my most challenging and yet satisfying jobs duties. When that evil thing comes to life unexpectedly, with music or worse yet - that loud buzzing, it startles Mom and it ruins my carefully laid plans.

It mocks me. It vexes me.

My feline mojo is thrown off for the rest of the day. Some days, I'll admit I wake Mom way before the time it comes to life, just so I don't have to worry. Other days I want a challenge, and I like to cut it as close as possible. I like to live on the edge sometimes. It's risky, but there are times when you need to take a risk... When you just have to say... what the fluff.

It's something I tell Mom all the time when she gets timid... leap and the kitchen counter will appear, but I digress.

The Hated Noisy Box died last night. Mom was trying to set it and the alarm button broke off. Darn! So now it's all on my furry shoulders. It's a big job but I am totally up to the task.