Floofy Friday

Finally blogger is back up. My fans must be demanding their floof fix.

There now, I'm sure you're feeling better. I know I am. This is taken in one of my favorite places, Mom's lap.

So what do you have planned for the weekend friends? I have nothing planned, and often that is just the way I like it. Maybe some naps (okay, for sure some naps), sniffs in the garden, and lots of lap time. Yep, life is just about ideal. 

Hope you're having a great time this weekend too.

Thursday in the Garden

 ::Three Paw Taps::

Crop Watch 2011

Look what a week gets you... 

Last Thursday

This week.

If you lift the frilly green skirts you'd see there are young zucchini, yella squash, and tomatoes already. These other box is about two weeks behind the other but they are also doing nicely. 

Yes, you may call me Farmer Finny. I know they would not be doing as well without my sniffs. Are there pictures of me performing said sniffs? Oddly no, better luck next week Mom. 

I think I'll be an honorary Garden Master in Jonesie's club in no time.

Interloper

Hmm, this lounger smells like interloper. 

Yep. Definitely. 

Perhaps a deaded birdy leaving interloper?

Happy Mother's Day

It's Mother's Day here in the US, the day where we give thanks to the Mothers we love. I of course gave the most thoughtful gift, myself. I allowed Mom to loll about in the bed till almost seven am (naturally she'd already gotten up to feed me at five am - it's a special day, but I gotta have a full tank).

I then graced her with a leisurely lap snuggle, with paw holding. When I got up, and she wasn't looking, I took a few licks out of her water cup, gotta keep her healthy and she gets squeamish about the healing powers of cat spit. Odd, I know.

I played killer kitty with my swing toy. Mom loves that. Then we went out on the porch to check the crop (mini squashes and tomatoes are growing already!).

And then we saw it.

Someone seems to have left a dead, yet un-mauled birdy on My Porch... It wasn't my doing. Seems like somecat was trying to outshine my gifts. Luckily Mom is a pacifist.

Happy Mother's Day!

Thursday in the Garden

 Secret Code

::Three Paw Taps::

Well it's been forever since I've wanted to be a true feline gardener in my friend Jonsie's society. Sure I have a sparse garden of shrubs, cactus and trees, but Mom and I have always longed for a true veggie garden after seeing Jonsie's amazing garden. Our first effort didn't end well - turns out putting a glass over a tomato sprout in the desert sun isn't a good idea.

For at least a year now Her Cheapness has lusted after the Garden Patch Grow Box. They are small and have this water well at the bottom so she can't over or under water. She had her finger on the buy button last year when Dad mentioned there could be bugs. My dreams were dashed, even when I promised to kill any bugs. This year I demanded she click the button. Two boxes arrived and Mom raced out to buy some plants.

This was after a week, and below is today, about 10 days later.

Freaky right?

Through some computer glitch, two more boxes arrived, and they let Mom keep them for free! (Yes she was really THAT excited about it!). She raced out and started a few more plants. Here is how they look now.

Can't wait to see what they look like soon. I had planned to add catnip to the crop but since I am already running some kind of kitty flophouse on My Porch, I don't want to encourage anycat... Casa De Yardcat indeed.

My parents will be celebrating their 20th Anniversary this weekend and are going to be kicking up their heels. So posting and/or commenting will be spotty this weekend.

Wordless Wednesday

Normally a cute picture of yours truly would be inserted here, but instead I thought I would tell you a little story about how burdensome it can sometimes be to be without human words.

That's right friends, as well as I'm able to communicate with Mom for the purposes of this blog, she is sometimes completely useless. Well, she almost always is good for a petting/can opening situation, but I digress.

You see the other morning I had just moved my beloved Mousey to the mouth of the bedroom when Daddy lumbered through the door and sent Mousey flying to the other side of the room. To my horror, before I was able to safely and discreetly move him to another location, Mom dropped a pile of laundry on him.

As soon as I was able to assess the situation, I realized I was unable to root him out from under the pile. I did the only thing I could think of, I sat on the pile and proceeded to Meow at full tilt. Nothing.

At some point I laid down in a cat loaf position and meowed whenever one of my parents cruised by. Mom finally realized something had my attention, but she thought it was my swing toy and liberated it for play time. Okay I did get distracted for a bit while I played with the toy, but then right back to position. Okay, maybe a couple of naps too...

Eventually Mom searched through the laundry pile and saw the issue. It would be so much easier if I just could have a Mom who got "Mousey" out of "Meow" on the first try.

Mittens on Monday

Hey y'all, Mittens the Yard Cat here!

Big excitement been going on at Casa De Housecat Yardcat. Seems the family up and decided to get the place painted. I don't believe I was consulted. Naturally I'd have preferred Big Paw Black as the color. I've been inspecting the work, from a distance of course. 

As soon as the worker fellas take off, I make sure to mark things up again, in case anycat gets any ideas about moving in on my part time turf. 

 I do like to roll around in this dirt. 

Well, I think that'll do it. See ya soon ya'll!