Floofy Friday

I decided to combine my Crop Watch 2011 post with my favorite day of the week, Floofy Friday. Kind of a Floof in the Garden. Mom was finally successful in catching me tending to my garden.

Can you believe this is the small tomato box? 

Take a look at the bigger boxes.

All this powerful sniffing is hard work, but we are having such a good time with our tiny garden. 

We are hoping that all our friends are going to have a safe weekend. There is such scary weather out there, so be careful and take good care of each other. Guess what Saturday is? It's my third blogoversary! We hope you'll join us.

Pawpourri

I was excited to see my Circus Cat post yesterday created so many requests for videos. Sadly no videos of my Circus Cat act exist and flash photography during the performance is strictly prohibited.

I'm lucky that Mom's hip extends to an ample rump and thigh, but I do aim for the dead center high point. For beginners I recommend starting with placing your front paws as your spot, before fully mounting the apparatus. And do be careful of the flailing arms and the potential harsh words. 

Mom seems to have developed a bit of bursitis in her hip... no one here knows how that happened. Her internet-surfing shoulder is also acting up. So I expect some slacking off in commenting.

Guess who went to the Doctor and got a sparkling bill of health? Me! Yep, my thyroid levels are just right, my weight is a healthy 9ish pounds, and my kidney levels have improved since my last visit. The Vet said to keep doing what I have been doing.

Do you think that means I should keep waking Mom for my 4:30am feeding, playing with my toys, napping, demanding snuggles on my own schedule, enjoying my porch time, and playing circus cat? I think it does.

Circus Cat

Anyone else like to play Circus Cat? Picture if you will...


INTERIOR: DARKENED BEDROOM

Sound Cue of Circus Music (Rump, da, da, da, da, da, da, da... (You get the idea))

Light Cue of spot light on small darling cat.

Second Light Cue of spot light on night-gowned hip of side-sleeping Mom.

Small darling cat leaps onto hip, carefully balancing with all four paws. The audience claps wildly.

Sound Cue of Ta Da!

Mom begins to wiggle hip and flail arms about. The darling cat rides the wave to the claps of the audience. Darling cat sticks the dismount as she leaps to safety.

Sound Cue of Ta Da! The audience goes wild!

Floofy Friday

 

Admit it. You needed your floof fix didn't you?

It's perfectly understandable.

I bet this dive pose would get me a 10  in cat-a-lympics. Mom better get busy with my new book. In fact, I notice she works best with deadlines. I think my blogoversary is next week, a perfect kick-off for the first call for entries. So get ready kitties!

Until then have a great weekend friends! Let me close with a little song....

Sunshine to the left of me

Sunshine to the right

Stuck in the middle in shade

Crop Watch - Thursday in the Garden

::Three Paw Taps::

Crop Watch 2011

Wanna look under it's frilly green skirts?

Baby Yella Squashes.

See the baby Zucchinis below?

 Me neither. Somehow my crop assistant managed to take the photo from the only angle that shows none, when it's lousy with em. Sigh. On the topic of poor photos, check out the out of focus baby tomatoes!

Killer Kitty

La De Da...

Hey, did this towel just move?

 Better kill it, can't be too sure.

Naming Convention

I don't know about your people, but my people are very odd when it comes to names.

I am a ladycat, but I have a boyish sounding name, Fin. My parents never realized people would think I was a boy based on my name until this blog. You see I was named after the French word Fin which means finished, because once they found me their kitten hunt was finished.


My name is short but all my nicknames are longer... Finny, Finny De Floof, and Lady Floofington. Because we're friends, I'll tell you a little known secret - come closer - my family nickname is Toontzy or Toontz.

Mittens the Yardcat is a mancat. He was named Mittens because of his extra paw toes. His nickname has gone shorter and Mom is going with Mits or Mitzy (yes a girlie name).

So there you have it. My parents have a naming convention all their own. If it's short they go long, if it's long they go short, and whenever possible go to the opposite sex.

It's one of the many reasons I don't pay any attention when they call me. Well I guess the only other reason is that I'm a cat, and frankly I don't have to.