Thankful Thursday

It's Thursday. 

One day from Friday. 

Enough said.

Likeable Toes on Tuesday

Yep, my toes are pretty darn darling. Mom and Dad go wild for my toe floofs. I allow front paw holding while I cuddle, but never the back paws.

On the house front, a color has been choosen ::Cue the angel's song:: Ahhhhhhhh

"Likeable Sand"

Sounds like "Boring Biege" you say. Yes. You are correct. Three years and they picked bland beige with white trim.

It does look nice with my fur though... not that my fur is boring or bland. They do like to check that everything they buy "goes with" me. I am a color palate they both can agree on.

Psst... please don't ask what color of white they are going with or the whole thing could start again. When the painter asks, I'm just going to expose my belly as a color swatch.

Shabby Chic Day

My dear friends Milo & Alphie have declared today as Shabby Chic Day. 

I knew I had to join in, you see my home has been looking a little more Shabby than Chic lately. My parents have been wanting to get the outside of the house painted for about the last three years. Why has it taken so long to get one little ole house painted you ask?

The color of course. Currently the house is painted beige, with a reddish cast to it. Mom wanted to go with the same color, Dad wanted to go darker. They finally came to a decision with a color in the middle (they are avid negotiators).

They bought the paint sample, slapped some on the back of the house and both called it good. We were all pretty excited, a decision was made. They decided to wait till the Spring and, well, here we are. Dad called out painters to get bids, and they decided on a painter, and...

Here's where the trouble started, again. Dad decided to slap up a sample on the sunny side of the house, and decided he hated the color, and the lighter and darker version too. Back to square one. They fanned out the beige color chips on the table again, like they were getting ready to play poker.

I decided to take matters into my own paws. I jumped on the table and looked over the choices. I laid my paw on the color I felt best suited our home.

"That's the one you like Finny?" Mom asked. "It's kinda dark..."

"It's not really the color itself that attracted me..." I replied.

The color is called "Nuthatch"...

Finally Floofy Friday

I'm at the edge of my threshold. Just try crossing it. 

I'm putting my paw down this weekend, and I am demanding some quality time. I have fun ideas for this blog that are languishing. Good help is so hard to come by. I think House of Horrors Week will be the week after next, Mom says she needs to "Get Ready". So get your tales of horror ready. I'm sure you have a long list of horrors at your place too. I could write a book on the horrors here, oh that's right I did! I need to get Mom moving on my next book too. So much to do, and so little help to get it done with.

I am hoping for good weather this weekend, as I have a long list of pre-garden chores to snoopervise. I also need to catch up on hours of sunbathing, and plenty to oversee inside too.

What about you friends, what do you have going on? I hope it involves lots of relaxing and a lot of petting.

Waiting on Wednesday

Mom has been "working" so much overtime the last two weeks, that if I didn't know any better I'd think she had another cat over there. I don't care for it.

Everyday I wait by the back door at the appointed time and, nothing. "Where are you?" I meow at the top of my lungs. "Mom!"

Finally I give up and Dad tells me to shut it. So I nap in my bed till she finally arrives home. Thank Cod she still fawns over me like the kitty rockstar I am when she arrives.

She says the crunch time is almost over, and I can't wait. I hate when my well thought out (and carefully controlled) schedule is messed with. It's like they pay her or something.

Outrageous Behavoir

Well friends, this is going to come as quite a shock to some of you, perhaps you need to sit down. Sunday morning, Mom slept in till nearly 8:45am.I know!

She got up and prepared my breakfast at the regular hour of 4:30am, thank Cod. When it was time to roust her out of the bed at 5:30am, do you know what she did? Nothing. She turned on her side and continued to sleep. I was so shocked I decided to give her a little break. I mean she has been sick and "busy".

By 6:15am, my grace period was over. It's a Sunday. The day was wasting away. I meowed in her face a number of times and do you know what she did? She curled me into her chest and scritched my neck till I fell asleep. I didn't mind that too much actually. I allow these types of distractions.

When I awoke at 7:30am I was completely shocked. Was it already Monday? It might as well have been. I moved into hyper-drive, jumping from the nightstand onto her hip bone, and running across her prone body like it was a kitten super highway.

Somehow she managed to resist me till 8:45am when she finally got up to start the day. By then I was exhausted, and settled in for my second nap. A cat's work is never done.

Floofy Friday

Thank Cod It's Friday!

Mom, Dad, I'd like my fountain filled.

And what about some grass... instead of these sharp rocks?

I'm waiting with my paws tapping for my garden box to arrive. I'm gonna be a true Garden Cat! I hope there will be some fun coming our way this weekend. I'm gonna demand my snuggles. Work, meh, petting one's cat, yes!

What about you friends, what are you doing this weekend? Hope you have a great one!