Floofy Friday

Behold the floof, just snapped this morning.

Hard to see where the kitty begins and ends isn't it.

So it's been 30 days since we announced Fin's retirement and as you can see we're both still here and if you're reading this then I guess you're still here too. I'm not sure what all that means just yet in the long run, but in the short run I think I will replay more of my favorites (can anyone say Acatemy Awards and Cat-O-Lympics?).

You need a little more floof first though right? Let's get the weekend started!

No, even with all that belly staring me right in the face I was not invited in for a snorgle or a rub. Have a great weekend friends!

Sassy Cat Update

The other morning I had put down breakfast for my sweet kitty and I had settled into my chair when I received a complaint. Fin jumped onto my lap and walked straight up to my face to discuss the current status of her food dish.

Seems the ratio of healthy food to gravy-laden food was off in her opinion. She had already eaten all the gravy food while leaving the healthy chunks behind like the tips of small icebergs. I was not going to budge on her needing to eat some of the healthy food, and assured her of just such a fact.

She headed off to the kitchen and I thought the matter was settled. I was mildly surprised to have settled it so quickly, but I assumed she would eat the left-overs. I was wrong. I suddenly heard a rather loud plop. I looked over and my girl had gotten onto the dining table and then jumped over to the kitchen counter. Pretty impressive for a grannycat I had to say.

She proceeded to head right over to the cat food can I had yet to put away and she began licking right out of the tiny can. I was so impressed (and truth be told tickled) that I let her have at it. Eventually I had to clean up the kitchen floor after she knocked the can over, but it was worth it to see my old girl with that much sass and determination to eat something. Never underestimate the power of gravy.

Pre-enactment from about a year ago.

Floofy Flashback Friday

Hi friends! Luckily I remembered it was Friday - well almost Friday. I have a little confession, it's really still Thursday here. I like to bend the space-time continuum.

I loved this photo shoot with my girl. She was eyeing the treat I held out of range. Sure it was the dining table but the lighting was so good. Sometimes you have to allow naughtiness to get the shot. She is doing well, lots of lovin and unlimited treats when she wants them.

I've had a weird week, I started out taking a little tumble, but I am fine now, and so grateful that I didn't really hurt myself. Today I had to take my car into the shop because the stability tracking is broken. Funny that in the same week both me and my car lost our footing.

Normally I love Friday the 13th but this week I am just hoping to make it through to Saturday.

If you want to read about some of the more infamous, and funny, falls I've taken you can read about it on my blog here or for Kindlers you can search for Hart Stories by Meg S Hart (or just search Meg S Hart).

You Might Be...

I think cats, and humans, have many aspects to their personalities. Back when we first started blogging I posted this little game and asked our new friends to play a game and finish this sentence “You might be an alley cat if…”

Thinking of it as the feline equivalent of a “You might be a redneck if…” joke. No offense to our alley cat friends of course, as Fin's own feline mother was an alley cat too. Here is an example of ours:

“You might be an alley cat if you think of the whole kitchen floor as your food dish.” or "You might be an alley cat if you only know of Pedigree as a dog food."

I thought about a way to poke fun at our purebred counterparts too. I thought it might be fun to think of that side of our kitties as the feline equivalent of a blond joke, or to indicate how spoiled your kitties might be. Again no offense to our purebred friends, as I think Fin is descended from feline royalty, and honestly who hasn't had a purebred moment. Here is my example:

“How many purebreds does it take to find a patch of sun?”

Answer:  “None, they just require their "people" to buy them a sun lamp.”

Go on, give it a try and leave your versions in the comments section

Flashback Floof

Whew, you thought I forgot didn't you? Just made it in under the wire.

Ah, better already isn't it?

You can see how my floofy girl has trimmed down in these picstaken about three years apart. She is usually a big floof pile by this time of year, but I think she's conserving her energy and her floof remains in more of a late Fall state of mind. She is still doing really well with lots of lovin and snuggles on demand - as it should be. 

Weekend you may now begin!

Best of Blog - Lap Rules

These rules are all still very much in effect. 

I thought this might be a good time to lay down some rules on lap etiquette that I'd like obeyed.

1. When I mewl at your feet, there's no need for you to ask "What do you want?" I want your lap of course. No I'm not going to jump right up there, I have things to take into consideration first. I only want to be scooped and placed on the lap if it's Dad.
2. Entering the lap is not as easy as you seem to think Mom, there are shifty parts and lumpy parts and I often have to negotiate space with your laptop. If I claw some tender parts in the process, well I'm sorry, no need to scream about it, you big drama queen.
3. When something startles me I will leap off, possibly taking small bits of your flesh with me, again I'm sorry.
4. Don't squeeze the kitty, even though you enjoy the small noises I make when you do.
5. I have to be in the mood for you to hold my front paws (never the back paws), don't assume I'm in that mood when you are.
6. The scratches and pets are great, but once I decide those are over, and I'm moving on to the business portion, I no longer want the distraction. If you persist I'll have to nibble you.
7. The business portion can include napping or bathing, and yes you do make a nice bath tub (all those soft angles that I can use to prop myself up on make bathing quite enjoyable).
8. When you're "In the mood for a cat" don't assume I'm "In the mood" to be said cat. All your pleading will not make your lap more appealing. In fact I'm a cat - if I came when I was called - I'd be a dog. So if I was on the fence about the snuggle, your begging has ruined it.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Finny De Floof

Happy New Year!

They say it's my birthday! It's Mom's Birthday too!

I'm happy to be here with you friends! 

In past years I've shown you my baby pictures, cause I am a New Year's Baby, and I see no reason to break that tradition now. Think of it as an early present for you. Behold the kitteny goodness.

This one makes Mom's heart go all mushy!

Couldn't you just squeal yourself hoarse?

I'm still kickin it over here at the H.C. friends! My parents are spoiling me at rate not yet heard of, and I'm enjoying my retirement. I'm really tired these days and I've turned into a total lapper. I just love some lap time. I sometimes follow them around until one of them sits and then I take my rightful place. When I sleep on Mom's lap, I sleep between her knees - just outta reach of those hot mitts of hers. So funny.

Mom says having me here is the best present in the world, so Dad got off cheap I guess. I say having such kind and thoughtful friends, and comfy laps of humans you love is the best present. Hope you have a very Happy New Year friends with lots of love and happiness.