Thankful Thursday

I'm thankful that it's Thursday, one day closer to Friday. 

Me and Isabella Mousington can't wait till Friday. 

I sure hope there will be some family fun. It's been a regular snooze fest here. Working, snoring, yada, yada, yada... whatever. Where are my scritches, my swing toy swinger? Can't wait for life to get back to normal.

Tattle Tale Tuesday

Did you see yesterday's post? Go ahead look back, I'll wait.

I'm sure you've noticed a certain black multi-paw-toed cat has staged a blog take over. First Mittens took over the front yard. I was understanding. I have been given so much, why not let Mittens have the front yard and all the leftovers I don't like.

Then he started moving in on my parents, my porch, and inviting friends over. I struggled with allowing this infraction and was trying to go with a "as long as I don't see it" policy. I'm not heartless.

But now this! My Nip, My Toys and My Blog! That cat has no boundaries, no manners! Don't let that slick, southern gentlecat routine fool you. He is a cad and a scoundrel.

In other news, Mom finally allowed herself to be lured into the Human Vet. We managed to bundle her up in the Prisoner Transport Unit with little fuss. Yes, she is STILL sick. So several "itises" later she is now on medication. Hopefully my Nurse Fin duties will be over soon. I'm spent. No wonder a certain black cat thinks he can take over the place.

Watch out bub. I'm coming back!

Mittens on Monday

Hey Y'all! Guess what the Lady of the House (LOTH) brought out on the porch for me to try?

Nip!

Yessir! That's some good stuff Y'all. 

Oh and ya see what else she brought me? She brought out a toy for me too, cause you need a little toy when you're having your nip I'm told. I'm all for it friends. The chill from the littlest furry lady of the house is still in place but life is fine on the porch.

Floofy Friday

Probably should have named this post Finally Friday. It's been a long week and next two weeks promise to be long too. Mom is swamped at work - she claims.

Ho hum. Well at least I will have lots of long uninterrupted naps. Dad and I will be spending lots time snuggling. He's got some fine petting skills. Yep I'm gonna miss her.

Mom: Fin I'm not going anywhere, I'm just gonna be working late. I'll still be here to snuggle you.

Fin: Will you be here to feed me?

Mom: Well, I may not be home for your afternoon feeding, but all the others, yes.

Fin: What? That one is almost as critical as my first morning feeding! Will you tell Dad how I like my meal? I have very specific demands.

Mom: I know. Of course Sweetie, I'll write down the instructions. You're still not allowed on the table you know. Even if I'm not home.

Fin: What? Sorry I can't hear you...

We will be mixing some of our favorite classic Housecat Confidential Posts in with fresh posts for a couple weeks. I will be keeping up with your blogs, but probably won't be commenting at all. When we return to full form, I plan on having a new theme week. House Of Horrors Week - Appliances, Dad's hair in the morning, and various other household horrors. Hope you'll play with us. We can't wait to get back to business as usual.

Kleenex Cat

Thanks to everyone for your well wishes for Mom. I think you were right when you suggested she be packed up in her own carrier or PTU (Prisoner Transport Unit) and carted off to the human vet. She avoids the human vet like I avoid - well, the actual vet. I can only imagine how she would thrash about if she was shoved into her carrier. I wonder how I would lure her into getting in the carrier... Maybe chocolate... How would you lure your human into a carrier?

To amuse you during this time of blog neglect here is a re-post that could have been any night this week.

So the other night I was napping on my cat bed while Mom slept, when suddenly I heard her talking to me.

"Hey sweetie, wanna snuggle? Come here, I'll give you scritches..."

I was just considering the offer, when I noticed she wasn't really speaking to me at all. She's been bringing a square tissue box to bed with her, cause of her cold, and I guess to a sleepy, nearly-blind human, a tissue box with the tissue tamped down in the middle resembles a cat body with ears.

"Finny come on!" She begged.

Kleenex Cat remained unimpressed, and refused to submit. I could hardly keep from snickering out loud as Mom went back to sleep, rebuffed. So last night, when it happened again, I couldn't help myself.

"Hey Finny, are you here for pets? Come here."

"Mew?" I said in my sweetest, you wanna touch my soft fur voice as I hid behind the pillow. "Mew (come and get it then)" I offered.

She reached out, way out, to try to pet Kleenex Cat. I was laughing so hard by now that she spotted me behind the pillow. You should have seen the double-take she did. We had a good laugh over the whole thing and I got my chin scritches after all.

Seriously? Again!

I can hardly believe I have to report this again, once again Mom is sick. I know. Wasn't she just sick like three times in a row I hear you asking. Yes she was.

She stumbled home on Friday complaining of working late but I noticed she had wine on her breath (she had whine on her breath too). Saturday morning it was like she was one of the walking dead. All the moaning and snuffling. I could barely get to sleep this weekend.

I would just settle in for a healing nap on her lap and her coughing would totally startle me. Just about the time I would settle back in to some healing purring, there the cough came again. Yikes.

This morning she carted herself off to work, all wrapped up like a mummy with a box of Kleenex. Dear Cod. She claims things are going to be really crazy for the next few weeks. I think we may need to re-post some Housecat Classics from the archives. 

Floofy Friday

Yes. This is an older picture of me, but some humans ::Rolls eyes at Mom:: are claiming they are "too busy" at "work" to take pictures of a certain darling cat. I saw her "work from home" once and ya know what she did?

Talk on the phone and type stuff on her laptop.

She does that here at home, even when she is not "working" so how busy could she be? Does she talk faster, cause she talks pretty fast most of the time anyway. And if she can type faster, well, she should be doing that here too. She even claims she might need to work this weekend. Yawn.

Me, I plan on getting in some extra naps. I'm creating a nice hairball, now that's some real work. Try yaking up a nice hairball Mom and then we'll see. I'd like to put one of those cameras around her neck and get some real intel. Do you ever wonder what your people really do all day? Nah, it's probably boring.

Hope you have a great weekend friends!