The Nightmare During Christmas

I could hardly believe it friends, just when I was recovering from the nightmare from before came the nightmare during. Christmas morning I heard the doorbell ring and I knew company had arrived as I'd been prepped for days before.

Dad's parents were coming as they do most years, and I was excited to see them. I remembered how much fun they all had admiring me last Christmas as I played Hot Wheels with Dad.

I heard everyone come inside and I waited the appropriate amount of time in the bedroom, to develop the right buzz over "Would Fin make an appearance," gotta keep em guessing. When I felt the timing was right, I strolled out in plain view and guess what happened?

Nothing! No one even noticed, except Mom.

I assumed they were distracted with breakfast prep, so I went back to the bedroom to make my entrance again. When they were all seated for breakfast I anxiously sat in the hall, waiting to be noticed. Ready to leap into action, and...

Nothing! Mom said "Oh look there's Finny!" and not a single person looked!

I decided to bring out the big guns. Surely no one can resist the kitty under the tree pose. Dad saw the effort and called out "Oh look Finny is under the tree!"

Nothing Again! At this point I was getting peeved and I did what any self-respecting grannycat would do. I whapped at the Christmas tree branches like there was no tomorrow!

Still Nothing! So I did the only thing left in my arsenal.

I used the litter box. Although it was noticed, no one took time to admire me or my efforts. I spent the rest of the visit on the big bed. Who needs this kind of irritation?


The Nightmare Before Christmas

I didn't want to ruin anyone's holiday by telling this scary story before now. I advise any kittens to move on too... nothing to read here.

It was the day before Christmas, and I was just minding my own business taking a nap under the Christmas tree when I heard the scariest sound in the world, scarier even than thunder, the door of the lair of The Evil Dyson opening. I could hear Dad wrestle it's tail as it tried to attach itself to the wall.

It sounded like an epic battle, but The Evil Dyson won out and I heard it's evil roar in the hall. I realized I was trapped! My exit route through the office shut out, and The Evil Dyson and Dad were wrestling down the hall. I made a break for the kitchen, as it sometimes seems to fear tile floors.

The Evil Dyson rounded the corner into the den as it hungrily ate up the floor between us. Dad wrestled it by the neck and by the tail but it still came for me. I raced from the kitchen, over Mom's chair, down the back of the sofa, over the half wall, down the hall, over Mom's foot as I screamed "RUN MOM!!", and finally into the safety of the closet.

Here is the freakiest part, I swear I heard it laughing as I ran, and it sounded like my parents. I hope you can sleep tonight friends, I know I still have nightmares.


Mom on Monday

I have a funny Fin post planned, but I think I'm too brain dead to manage it tonight.

Here we are in what I like to call Middle Holiday. You are pretty much out of holiday gas but you still have New Year's Eve on the horizon, and you have to push it on through. Woman Up, just when you want to nap till 2011.

You're caught between wanting it all to be over, so you can stop eating leftovers (maybe have a nice piece of fruit) and still keeping up the holiday spirit for just a little bit longer (who needs fruit when you have some wrapped in pie dough still in the fridge?).

Should you put away the decorations, or just call it eccentric and leave em up all year long (maybe change out the ornaments seasonally)? The decorations do look nice, and frankly I'm all about a twinkle light. It could work...

I just hope no one is expecting any kind of mental acuity tomorrow.


Floofy Friday

Do you know how good I've been for weeks? Well I decided it was time to change all that. I'm a cat. 

I gotta be me, and Sandy Claws needs to be okay with that. If he isn't, well I have people to buy me treats and toys. I have it on good authority though that he understands our ways, and loves us kitties just the way we are.

He wants to spread good cheer and what is more cheerful than watching a kitty whap an ornament from the tree? Or play smackypaw with the stocking hanging above their bed? Or laying on the table to snoopervise wrapping when you're not supposed to be on the table?

What Mom? I'm laying on what? The freshly washed table cloth! I had no idea. I was just gonna help with the bag here. You know, jump in and check for sturdiness. Maybe do a taste test on the paper.

Boo Ya! 

Take this bunnykicking table cloth! You're no match for me!

Happiest of Holiday Wishes to all of my friends! 

Who needs more treats when I have all of you?


Waiting Wednesday

It's getting close to the big holidays. Christmas will be fun as always. My Grandparents are coming to town as they usually do. I really like the guy who looks like the older version of Dad.

They spend a lot of time admiring me, so who doesn't like that? This year they are bringing some friends too, and I imagine they too will want to admire me. I'm not sure I will allow that. I'll be playing it cool and aloof and taking a wait and see approach..

Of course if they are not "Cat People" I will make every effort to love up on em. I feel it's important to sway them to our side. If they are "Cat People" I'll make em work for it.

Then the next week is Birthday week. Mom and I share the same Birthday on January 1. No one knows my exact birth date but Mom counted back and figured I was born right around then and asked me to share. I agreed of course. As long as we don't have to share presents. I doubt she'd want my mouse anyway, but you never know.

I'm going to turn 14 and Mom is gonna turn... what Mom? Aren't you going to share your age too? No? We'll see.

I make 14 look good don't I? Gray is my color.

Now and

Then... I was about a year old. See my tabby stripes?


Mr Sun

Dear Mr Sun,

I see you've finally taken my advice from this Summer and taken a little break. I haven't seen much of you in a few days now. Luckily my grannycat skills are sharp and, even without your cues, I manage to get Mom out of that bed every morning at 4:30am.

The Cloud Family seems to have totally staked out your turf. I gotta tell you, I'm not a huge fan of them. I think that Cirrus is high, and Nimbus is a total drip. They're even covering over Lady Moon's work, and you know what a Diva she can be. I bet she is hissed off.

I'm happy you're taking some time off (maybe a vacation in Australia?), but try not to stay away too long okay. I really miss the little ones, Puddles and Patches. Maybe you could send them back with your wife Beam?

Your Fan,

Finny De Floof


Floofy Friday

We had a freak spell of warm weather and I got in some Porch Time the beginning of the week! I was on guard as Dad reported a recent sighting of The Chubby Tabby in the yard.

 Nope, no chubby tabby here.
Is that tabby I smell? There is only room for one tabby on this porch. 

In case some of you thought I created my own Good Kitty Club badge yesterday. No. I was accepted into the club by my dear friend Inigo before he passed recently. I feel him straightening my halo sometimes.

What does everyone have planned for the weekend? Mom and Dad are attending Mom's work holiday party this weekend. I hope they bring me some scraps. Mom has had a stressful week and is hoping to sit in a chair and stare. Sounds good to me as long as her lap is open. 

It's turned cold again so I like my odds on getting in some quality lap time. Hope you all have a great weekend and stay toasty and warm. 

Chubby Tabby, I have my eyes on you!


Good Kitty

Not a whap... even when my stocking dangles inches above my bed. 

Just waitin for Sandy Claws under here. Not an ornament out of place. 

Yes I've earned my badge this week.


Guerrilla Holiday

Aunt Jenny has an idea she is hoping will spread throughout the blogosphere... Take it away Aunt Jenny

"Here is my big idea. Have you ever heard of Guerrilla Artist's? 

Basically, they are artists that make art and install, preform, or attach it to public spaces, with the intention of affecting the world in a creative and thought provoking way (to paraphrase Keri Smith). These installations are often anonymous, and very unique. Do a web search for "guerrilla art" and you will see many wonderful examples. 

My idea is to remove some of the hype from the holiday and remind people of the simple joy of kindness. 

I think we all get so wrapped up in the stress of the season, we sometimes forget about small ways we can feel, and spread joy.  I'm talking about some random acts of giving. Tiny stuff, sweet stuff, unexpected stuff. 

Here are some ideas to get your creative juices flowing. Decorate a public and unexpected object. Put a handmade greeting card on a strangers windshield. If you're a crafter, make something small, and stick it in a neighbors mailbox. Go for a walk and stick a single shiny ornament on every tree that you pass. Tie a pretty tag, with a few kind words, on somebodies trash can (won't that just freak them out!). One of my readers tucked handmade beaded bookmarks in library books. There are a million possibilities. Make a sticker or a sign. 

Do you have something to say about the holiday season? Well, this is your chance! Won't you join me? I am really excited to see what you do. Send me some pictures, or tell me some stories, and I will try to post as many of them as I can. Spread the word, and take a Guerrilla Holiday Button. Let's see what we can do. I believe this could be something special, don't you?!"

So last year Mom joined in and decorated this little tree at the end of the street with ornaments. She had more fun decorating the tree at dawn. We're sure the neighbors watching her had fun too.

Ornaments - $6.00 from the dollar store
Lint roller to remove glitter from… everything… including hair - $2.00
Self Manicure to fix sap covered nails - $1.00
Embarrassment as neighbors watch the crazy lady in slippers decorate random tree – Unknown
Giggling as I channeled the spirit of my Gramma Boss and my Sister – Priceless
She has plans to do it again this year and also find some other ways to bump it up. Anyone else wanna play?


Floofy Friday

Shameless Plug Alert

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I can imagine what you're thinking... I read the blog, can the book be that much... more? We think so, and we aren't alone. You'll read never before blogged about items (I can't tell you now or I will have blogged about them therefor ruining my claim heretofore mentioned)) Readers have reported being nicer to their own cats after reading it, and laughing and crying out loud - simultaneously. 

Thank you for your attention and now back to the show

Your reward for staying tuned... this iconic belly shot!
Go ahead, snorgle the screen, I know you want to.
Mom claims she is getting to her busy season at work. Meh. I've seen her "work at home" and she just talks on the phone and types stuff. Yawn. It's like they pay her or something.

What are you up to this weekend? I will be snoopervising more of the holiday decorating around Casa De Housecat. The mantle featured on Wednesday is remarkably undisturbed. Yes, I am a good kitty. The mantle is too narrow for me to get up there, but I have not even whapped the two stockings.

Good news is Mom said BOTH of the Christmas stockings were for me! So I felt it bad form to whap, what with Sandy Claws potentially around every corner. Mom is hoping to post about a fun holiday event next week and we are hoping everyone can join us.

Have a great weekend friends!


This is Why

For the first part of my life Mom had great aspirations of being an artist. She tried every medium known in art land. Naturally, I helped. I tasted what I could and left my floof in anything she made. From watercolor to clay, she tried it all. She had great ideas in her head, but they never really translated into substance. Meanwhile Aunt Jenny can turn almost anything into a piece of art.

Mom struggled to find her medium to express herself in art and documented all her ideas and frustrations in journals. Writing came so easily to her that she completely discounted that perhaps words were meant to be her artistic medium.

Yes, she can be dense.

There are times when one can see clearly why Mom should focus on being a writer and not an artist. Last week when Mom's family was in town they went out on some photo safaris in the wilds of Las Vegas. Here is Mom's picture of this ultra-cool rhinestone lion...

Yeah that big line and those mannequin legs aren't distracting.
And Aunt Jenny's...

Guess who took this one?

and guess who took this one?

I love Mom, but there are times when I think to myself... 
Thank Cod I'm stunning, as is. I make her look good.

Aunt Jenny has a lovely Etsy Store called Gilding Lilies you might want to check out for holiday gifts. 

Aunt Jenny's cat, Mr Dutch, is improving greatly with the antibiotics and is getting his naughty back on. He is back to ordering everyone around. I'm sure it's all the healing thoughts my friends have been sending to him. You are all the best!


They're Back!

Fin: Well I'm happy to report my family has returned, after a week of abandonment. I nearly starved friends! I was weak with hunger and thirst when they returned...

Mom: Fin, you had bowls full of food and water, which I see you fully enjoyed in our absence...

Fin: But there was NO GRAVY. I had to eat my kibble DRY. Oh how it stuck in my throat. ::Coughs::

Mom: Oh for Cod's sake, and it was only one day we were gone.

Fin: In cat years, one day is like a whole week... go ahead, do the math.

Mom: Really?

Fin: Yes! You have a lot of snuggling to make up for Mom.

Mom: You're right, come here pretty kitty girl and I'll shower you with pets.

Fin: I'm not sure you're forgiven yet. Maybe around 2am I will be in the mood for some pets. We'll see.


Floofy Friday

 Happy Hanukkah Friends!

So what are you up to this weekend? Mom and Dad will be heading over to California for a day to visit Dad's family. I am not pleased with this turn of events. Who'll be here to cater to my every whim? Who'll feed me? Who'll refresh my water? Wait this is sounding like a very bad idea!

I guess if things get dicey I can try to find the Katnip Lounge. I'm sure I could slip right in for a day and no one would even question me. Yeah that's it. I'll need my parents to make it up to me big time when they get back! 

I've heard rumors that the house might be decked out for Sandy Claws sometime this weekend too. I guess I better start to be less naughty... nah, there's still time. Right? Hope you have an awesome weekend!


Thankful Thursday

Thanks to everyone for your purrs and thoughts for my cousin-cat Mr Dutch. Aunt Jenny wrote to say he is feeling better with the antibiotics. Hopefully he will continue to improve and live to rip up years worth of toilet paper rolls.

I've decided to hide out here in the laundry basket. I like it here. Mom loves it when I dive in like I did last night, one giant bounding leap.  Grannycat still has mad skills.

Luckily the pawparrazi can't see me here. 
Wait, what was that?

Oh no, I think they found me. 
I'm just going to ignore them and hope they go away...

At least my floof looks good.


On a Serious Note

Mom and I heard the news that my cousin-cat Mr Dutch is doing poorly and could use some purrs, and his human Aunt Jenny (of the recent petting faux-paw) could use some info if anyone has some to share.

Mr Dutch has been losing some weight recently but all the standard tests had turned up nothing. Until a few days ago he was showing no signs of illness, but now he is not eating much, has an abscess on his side, and seems to be in pain. A trip to the Vet has come back with a preliminary diagnosis of Mast Cell Disease. He has been given an antibiotic to try to clear up the infection but if it is Mast Disease it is a temporary fix and he may need to be helped to the bridge.

Mr Dutch is a handsome boy who is built from naughtiness, so naturally I admire him greatly. If you could send some comforting purrs and healing thoughts his way we would appreciate it. If you have any knowledge of this illness that might help Aunt Jenny please let us know. Thanks so much.

The handsome and lovably naughty Mr Dutch


The Emperor's New Post

For when your Mom is too lazy to find a darling picture of you, and too tired to be funny. 
Please don't laugh, you'll only encourage her naughty behavior.


Sleepy Sunday

Well it's over. Mom's family has left the state. She claims she's wiped out, and frankly I don't mind because the snuggle opportunities are excellent. I was denied a lot of lap time over this week and I'm making up for lost time.

Mom is just lolling about like a human heating pad. If I want pets I just move into her sight-line and pets are given, if I want her warmth only I just move out of arm-length and she's too lazy to move. It's great.

Somehow I've missed getting any leftovers (much less first-overs) from all the feasting, but I know they'll make it up to me somehow. I just hope it involves lots of gravy.

Only Aunt Jenny made it out to Casa De Housecat this week. I decided she was worthy of my presence and allowed her to bask in my glory. She gained brownie points by gushing over how cute I was, but she didn't bring any toys or snacks, so I did not fully roll out the welcome mat. I did manage to sneak onto the table and amused with some of my cutest moves.

I was going to allow some petting, but she made a classic petting blunder of crossing the petting hand across my face and I considered a little nibble, but I resisted, because I am a good hostess. Why do humans not realize that the right hand should pet the right side and the left hand should pet the left. If you must cross over, at least do it behind the head where I can't see it.

Good pets are like sausage, we don't want to see how it happens, we just want to enjoy the end results.


Happy Thanksgiving

Hi everyone! Finny's Back!

Mom is still kicking up her heels with her family and I am anxious for life to get back to normal. Sure I like seeing her happy but I have to tell you that my meals have been off schedule for days. I'm so anxious to get her back to blogging business. I demanded that she write up this little post to tell every one of you how grateful we are that you are right there reading this. 

We love having you here. 

We have so many things we are grateful for and we hope that you have so many things that you're grateful for that you can't even count them in a day. Happy Thanksgiving and we'll see you soon...


Repost - The Balance Beam

Mom is still busy with her family. She is having a great time getting to know everyone again. My house has not been fully invaded yet... I have my hiding spot picked out but haven't needed it yet. 

This post originally appeared as part of a special week we hosted here called Cat-O-Lympics. Jim and Bob were the announcers we created to give the play by play. So much fun! Hope you enjoy it too.

Jim: Well it's the first day of competition here at Fin-Land, and events don't get more exciting than the balance beam Bob.

Bob: That's right Jim. This event is going to take skill and agility. Let's take a look closer look at the course.

Jim: Let me walk our viewer's through the action we've come to expect here at the Balance Beam. The Cathlete is going to jump on the edge of the tub from the far right. It's critical she sticks the landing. She'll need to walk across the narrow ledge to the counter on the left, at that point there will be a quick but difficult jump from the narrow ledge to the counter. The prize will be a cool sip of water right from the tap.

Bob: What's that on the floor Jim? Is that some kind of... water feature?

Jim: Yes Bob, it's a bowl filled with water. It makes this course extremely challenging! Oh look Bob, here comes our competitor...

::a hush falls over the audience as the cathlete surveys the field::

Jim: :Whispering:: Look at that tail switch Bob, she is focused! Looks like she's inspecting the apparatus up close and personal, getting a feel for the conditions. This is a slick course...


Bob: She seems very focused on the left side of the course. She.... Oh My COD!

Jim: What an upset Bob!! She caught the Pawparrazzi totally off guard! She completely bypasses the beam and goes straight for the left corner!

Bob: Is it over Jim?! Will this be a disqualification?

Jim: We'll have to wait for the call Bob. It's such a shame, because if you look at the style points, at the dangling paw, she could be in the running for gold! She seems to be awaiting her award on the podium.


Bob: I hear from the judges that she has been disqualified for that maneuver! What an upset!

Jim: Looks like our cathlete is drowning her sorrows in a cool drink Bob. Maybe she'll do better in tomorrow's competition.


Rewind - And the Moon

Mom is having tons of fun with her family, so we are re-posting some favorites. As requested for re-post by my great pals Eric & Flynn

Well my master plan worked beautifully, as the changing of the sunrise has thrown me off my efforts to wake Mom. Admittedly, I've been late a few times, and in an effort to over compensate, early a few times too. I've even been caught off guard and been awakened by the hated noisy box.

The other night I was sitting on the bathroom floor, waiting for the sun, when I noticed - the Moon. Sometime in the night, Mom had kicked off her covers, exposing a section of lily white tush that actually glowed in the moonlight.

I was mesmerized.

Of course I've touched the butt before, but perhaps it was the coolness of the tiles, and my desire for a refill of my water, that lead me to my next thought - what if I touched the celestial body with my paw, my cold paw. No, better yet, my cold, damp paw.

I gripped the cool porcelain (I think a paw held in front of the AC vent would work well here too), and waited. When I was adequately chilled, I stuck my paw in the water bowl and headed off for - a Moon landing.

I made a stealthily approach, hoping she wouldn't turn or change the cover arrangement. I sat down, lifted my paw, and suddenly, I felt a bit guilty. I gave a warning meow, to give her an opportunity to awaken at my first request (okay, I whispered it, but I did do it). No response. I laid my cold damp paw upon the Moon.

One small step for Fin, one giant leap for catkind.

Now kitties, here is where the danger comes - you need to leap back, you're going need to be at a safe distance. Prepare your most innocent face, you're going to need to deny any intentional wrong doing. You might want to cover your ears too, with the dry paw of course.

Tomorrow a re-post from Cat-O-Lympics as requested by my great friends at The Katnip Lounge. Let me know if you have a favorite you'd like to see again.


Floofy Friday

Hey Finny, whatcha doin?


Fin? Are you playing with the camera cord?

 What? No. I don't know what you're talking about.

Mom is super excited. A whole bunch of her relatives are coming to town for a reunion starting this Saturday till next Saturday. She says her bloggin will be spotty, so I convinced her to repost some of our more favorite entries. Do you have a favorite you'd like to see again?

I will be ready to hide inspect the closet if anyone even looks at me with fur-pulling in their eyes. Aunt Jenny will be staying here at the house with us, and I admit I like her a lot. She makes Mom happy and she sounds just like Mom. She's a quality petter too. I'm looking forward to all the extra lovin... from a safe distance. 

Have a great weekend and we'll see you next week with some of our favorites.



Hi Y'all! Mittens here.

I'd like to tell y'all that the Little Feline Of The House (LFOTH) is mistaken. Yesterday LFOTH mentioned that durin a pet session a varmit jumped from me and nibbled on the Lady Of The House (LOTH). 

I say no ma'am not on my watch. I kill all comers to my personage, er make that catage, regardless of the size of said varmit. I'd also like to set the record straight on the "Chubby Tabby" I was seen with a few weeks back. I don't make a habit of invitin lady cats over to the yard, and I was actually chasin said Tabby right out... just real slow like. I am a gentleman cat after all. 

LFOTH has been perturbed with me of late and makes quite the ruckus, hissin and growln, at the screen whenever I come by for a spell. Luckily LOTH and MOTH (Man Of The House) don't pay LFOTH much mind and come out for a visit, and a snack or two. 

Do I have an owner you might be wonderin, well a mancat needing a snuggle and a snack on the run never tells his secrets. LOTH says I'm built like a brick with fur, so I'm well cared for somewhere. Bye for now y'all!




Some of you may remember a month or so ago when Mom was caught (by her own Pawparrazzi!) giving Mittens a neck scritch. Here is the photographic evidence of Mom's betrayal...

Well it turns out that during this seemingly innocent scandalous exchange the following was actually taking place... let's go back to the picture and take a closer look shall we?

Whoa! Scary huh?
Right after this exchange Mom developed a red itchy spot which I clearly identified as a "Bite" of some kind, a kootie of unknown origin, well I guess I know the origin. She denied any such thing, but I couldn't help but notice all the scratching of said spot over the next couple of weeks. She defended the Mitten scritches and denied the nibble happened during this exchange, but I think we can all see who is right. She eventually developed a blister/scab, which she continued to pick at.

I held my tongue, for the most part, and only mentioned a few dozens times that it was her own fault for petting a cat other than myself.

Eventually the patch came off and now she has a small scar. Yeah. That should teach her.



WMD - Weapons of Mat Destruction
These weapons may look familiar to many of my friends, but to those who are "knot" in the know:
  • The Dreaded Furminator breeds loathing deep in my grannycat soul. Mom never seems to get the big wads of fur off me that she sees in all the ads. I'm sure it's user error on Mom's part, but it tends to get caught in my fur and pull it.
  • The Scissors are actually not bad. Mom and Dad are quiet effective performing a knotectomy with these. I can't say my trim is always even but at least my fur isn't pulled too much.
  • The Zoom Groom, or Zoomie as we call it, is very nice - for a fur puller. I have to admit I fussed a lot at first but I've come to enjoy this one. Especially around the neck and down the back, but never on the side or belly.
Thank Cod, my shed season is coming to an end. My winter floof is coming in super thick and extra soft as ordered. My parents can't get enough of my super soft coat. Until I'm fully furred I'm enjoying lots of quality lap time with Mom, cause she's hot... I mean that literally. She's like a furnace.

This was my first glamor shot for the blog and you can see how uneven this trim was. I think I still rocked the punk look though.


Floofy Friday

When you have a staff that's not always up to snuff you have to expect some troubles right? Dad procrastinated till the last moment yesterday to buy the new Internet Security software. Mom went off to bed, and Dad the night owl, decided to upgrade at 2am last night.

I was watching from the guest bed and, let's say it didn't go well. At 3am Dad decided to report the issue to his technical support... Mom. She was a little crabby about the wake-up call. She started to freak that our computers would not be protected and got up to try to install it on her laptop. No luck. She was really tired by 5am and she told Dad to wake her up at 6am.

 I sat on the bed watching her nod off, waiting for sleepy time. Have you ever noticed how cute humans are when they're sleeping? All curled up and innocent, darling. Anyway I waited till I heard Mom's loud snore and I sprung into action. I woke her up as she requested.

She was crabby AT ME! I guess I missed the "at 6am" part, all I heard was the "Wake me up" part. So we have to make this quick cause they have a new disc to try. Wish us all luck. I may have to cover my tender ears if it doesn't work to protect myself from the foul language.

In case there is trouble, I hope you all have a great weekend. Now enjoy some Floofy Glamor Repeats...

Update: Whew! Mom did it! Aside from the standard crabby words she uses when things take more than a millisecond to load it was uneventful. Now I can relax, and Mom can go to sleep... for now... heh, heh.


It's Over

Well friends it seems I've missed Fall altogether this year. I've reported in the past that Fall only lasts for about five hours here in the desert. It's a special day, we wake up in the morning and it's summer, in the afternoon we all gather by our TVs to watch the one tree (held in a secret location) change colors, and by the end of the day it's winter.

Seems that with all the drama here (the big bug Mom saw, Mittens, and the Chubby Tabby) and my curtailed porch time I missed it completely. Winter is here now. Sigh.

Here are a couple of porch pics of my garden, that I didn't get to enjoy...

Goodbye Fall... I'm sorry I missed you.


My Efforts

Finny: Mom! Mom! Wake Up!

Mom: Uh? What? Fin! What time is it?

Finny: You know I don't tell time... but it's like an hour before my breakfast and two hours before you have to get out of bed.

Mom: 3:30! For the love of Cod! What do you want?

Finny: Get the camera! I yakked up a furball as big as a mouse!

Mom: Oh great... why would I take a picture of that?

Finny: For the blog of course! I've been working on this one for days, and I'm sure my friends will be impressed. Come on, it's right in the middle of the hallway, you can't miss it, literally, heh, heh.

Mom: I'm not taking a picture of that. How about a cute picture of you instead?


Finny: Meh, whatever. You know, I'm not feeling my best, I think I'm gonna just take a long nap.

Mom: Okay sweetie, feel better okay. I'm gonna set you up with some yummy hairball meds.

Finny: That always makes me feel better. Thanks Mom.


Messin with Em Monday

I couldn't help but notice that my parents had recently bought three cases of my favorite food. You know it was on sale and Her Cheapness was beside herself in the store when she noticed it. I'm sure calculations were flying fast and loose between them when they calculated a .30 cent per can savings.

At first I was pretty excited to see them all lined up too. No worries I'd run out of gravy any time soon, that's for sure. That's when I started to realize it also meant there would be no variety coming my way either. Beef and Chicken with gravy is delish, but what about beef or chicken alone, or duck? Day after day without any variety?

I think not. So I refused my regular fare and cried out at the injustice. Mom forced Dad to return and try some new flavors. Victory is mine! I can't help but snicker a little when I look at those forsaken trays of my regular fare. Sure eventually I'll eat them too, but I think my point has been made friends.

Life is unpredictable, and you should be too.


Floofy Friday

Mom was so tired when dragged home the last two nights we missed our Peace Day post and I'm late for Floofy Friday. Honestly there are times when I wish I could replace her, on the secretarial front anyway. Well at least there are fresh Porch Time pics!

Let's stay out here for awhile Mom!

Can you tell my floof is a bit thin right now? I know, I still look pretty floofy, but I'm just starting to grow my winter plumage. Growing floof is hungry work, and I am packing in the treats and gravy to make sure it's thick and extra soft like I like it. Floof Making is also sleepy work, so lots of naps in between the eatin. Porch Time in the cool morning hours also encourages the furs to come on out. My weekend will be busy ensuring my neck frill is full and fluffy.

Mom ::Stiffles yawn:: will be working on... something. She had taken a little writing break from her non-cat book and I think she needs to jump back in! I'd like her to start on my next book already... did I recently mention what a great holiday gift Housecat Confidential (the book-available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle and on their UK site too) would make?

I hope everyone has a great weekend planned. It won't be long before we are all shivering over here, so enjoy it while you can I say.

Bonus Pic: Here I am at about 11 months old. I had outgrown my kitten floof and was just about to grow into my full floofitude. My parents thought they had dodged the long-haired cat bullet. It's funny.

You can really see my tabby stripes and my laser eyes!