Floofy Friday

 

This is the look I give Mom when she has forgotten to turn on my sippy sink before she heads in to do her business. You can see how I get a little irritated.

I hope you all have a great weekend. I plan on resting up and getting in lots of snuggles, on my terms of course.

Guess what? Next week I plan on having more details, but Mom and I have thought of a fun activity that any cat can join. Call it CatOlympics, and it's coming soon!

Room With A View

Mom here. I thought I would show you a view I see everyday of my sweet girl, and I've yet to share.

Some of you may have noticed that Fin has an obsession with the bathroom sinks. She sleeps in one, and she views the other as her own personal water park. It's a wonder she let's us use them at all.

Whenever she hears me heading into my um, human litter room, she leaps onto the bathroom counter and campaigns for me to turn on her faucet. We call it sippy sink. It's the reason I rarely have spotless mirrors, as she likes to shake it off when she gets her head wet.   

These are the views I usually see from my, err, throne.

 

I find it's a good place to spot any floofy knots. I'll admit it, I'm also powerless to reach around the door and give a little tock tickle, cause who can resist a tock tickle? Fin. She hates me messing with her cataloons.

Weird Wednesday

Mom couldn't bear tossing out this fuzzy photo, even if it makes me look a little weird. I look really mischievous in this blurred shot don't I? I'm sure we can all agree that I'm never mischievous... heh, heh.

Thanks for your purrs, Mom and Dad both seem to be getting better. I must say that my friends totally rock. 

Blog Interruption

This blog has been interrupted by sick humans.

So Dad is still not feeling his best, but your thoughts and purrs are helping so we can still use them over here, if you have any to spare. Mom was so focused on taking care of Dad, and yours truly, that she forgot to take care of herself. The little tickle in the back of her throat on Thursday night turned into a full-blown cold/flu by Friday afternoon.

Apparently humans don't understand the first rule of caretaking... the caretaker has to take care of themselves too. Cats understand this with very little fanfare. Nap whenever you can, in case you're needed later. Eat whenever you can, you never know when you'll need your energy stores high. When your bed is filled with sick humans, keep your distance and mew encouragement from the hallway. When they request your healing presence, make sure they've recently been sanitized for your protection.

So Nurse Fin is on the case. Restoring health and waking humans. It's a tough job, but, as always, I'm up to the task. We should be back to regular blog business in no time.

Floofy Friday

Are you ready for some floof?

Mom was looking through my pictures, and she loves this one so much, she decided it needed another look.

Day two of life without the Hated Noisy Box. I woke Mom at 5:17am I'm told. I was again met with welcome arms. This is great. To some of my friends who suggested I might want to forgo the wake up for more napping... well truth be told I enjoy my morning nap alone in the big bed. My parents snore.

On a side note, I was hoping you might spare a healing purr or some healing thoughts for Dad. His Trigeminal Neuralgia is acting up again, and he's in a great deal of pain. It's something he has suffered with for many years and it causes the nerves in his face to painfully misfire. We know this episode will pass in time, but it's hard when you have to see someone you love in pain and you can't help them.

We hope you all have a safe and healthy weekend. Take care of yourselves and the ones you love.

Day One

Even with fog (yes fog in the desert) to hamper my view of the sunrise, I'm told I woke Mom at 5:33am. Two minutes prior to when the Hated Noisy Box (Cod Rest it's Sole) would have gone off.

Pretty impressive if I have to say so myself. To my surprise, instead of the usual "Oh come on! Do you know what time it is?" that I'm usually greeted with, I got "Hey, do you have a snooze button?" Followed by some quality pets, as Mom really did to try find the snooze button I think.

Some of my friends suspected I had a paw in the breaking of said box, no I didn't actually. I suspect it was Mom whacking it in an effort to find the snooze button over the years. Hm maybe I should make it clear I don't have a snooze button...

Hated Noisy Box - 2004-2010

One of the things I truly dislike, is the Hated Noisy Box. It lives on the bedstand next to where Mom sleeps. Waking Mom is one of my most challenging and yet satisfying jobs duties. When that evil thing comes to life unexpectedly, with music or worse yet - that loud buzzing, it startles Mom and it ruins my carefully laid plans.

It mocks me. It vexes me.

My feline mojo is thrown off for the rest of the day. Some days, I'll admit I wake Mom way before the time it comes to life, just so I don't have to worry. Other days I want a challenge, and I like to cut it as close as possible. I like to live on the edge sometimes. It's risky, but there are times when you need to take a risk... When you just have to say... what the fluff.

It's something I tell Mom all the time when she gets timid... leap and the kitchen counter will appear, but I digress.

The Hated Noisy Box died last night. Mom was trying to set it and the alarm button broke off. Darn! So now it's all on my furry shoulders. It's a big job but I am totally up to the task.

That's Nice

It was so nice to have Mom home on Monday. It was rainy and she was soft and warm, so there was a lot of this...

and this...

That's it Mom, that's the spot. Rub right under the ears and I'm a kitty puddle.

Kit-Hens

Every year Mom waits till the calendars go on sale in January, because of her cheapness it pleases her to get them 50% off. Unfortunately by then the choices of calendars are more limited. So she usually ends up with twelve months of flowers in a bucket or something sorta odd.

I always assumed she didn't bring home a kitty calendar because they were all gone. Turns out she usually forgos the cat calendars because she feels like that will mark her as a crazy cat lady at work, when she would hang it on her cubicle wall. I guess she thought the tell-tail cat hair on everything she wears (despite a large supply of lint rollers) went unnoticed.

This year the lure of Kittens & Friends proved to much for her to resist.

 Not only are there kit-hens, there are bunnies, puppies, and all sorts of other darling little animals. She decided this subtle page-a-day number could easily be tucked away on the desk and not be noticed. A perfect plan - till she realized she would have to discard the pages of cuties as the new day arrived. This is proving very hard. What harm could one or two pages, tacked up on her whiteboard, do she reasoned... or three? She is trying to hold the line with three, and tucking the others in her desk drawer.

It's only January 17th. What do you think her cubicle will look like in March or November?

Crazy Cat Lady... I think writing a book and a blog as your cat has already sailed the boat to Cat Town, you might as well grab the wheel Mom.

Floofy Friday

Fin! Fin! Hey Finny look up.

Come on, just look up...

Oh, oh, no. Okay now to the right...

That's it. Was that so hard? Now roll over...

Have a great weekend friends, and lounge on the ones you love.

Thankful Thursday

We had a light-hearted post planned for today, but with so much sadness for all the Haitian people, it didn't seem a good fit for the day. We're thinking of the people affected by the horrible earthquake. Mom and Dad grew up in California and they know how scary and devastating an earthquake can be.It makes you realize that life can change in a moment.


So even though it's been a tough couple of weeks for my parents, it was time to remind them just how lucky we are. I could write a list of all the things that I'm grateful for (Mom and Dad could write a list too), but most of all we are thankful for our little family.

We hope you all have lots of things you can be thankful for on this Thursday.

Wordless Wednesday

Surely there's a caption that should go here... Got any ideas?

Mistake Monday

Surely I can't be the only one who sees the danger in this...

I guess picking the Hairball Remedy over the toothpaste wouldn't be too bad. I love my hairball gel, maybe Mom will too. Yum, malty.

On the other hand, it will be an ugly morning when a sleepy human grabs the Furminator over the hairbrush.

::Mom Edit:: The bathroom counter/drawers seemed such a great place to keep these cat staples. However, I did see the danger, after snapping this little recipe for disaster. I've moved them to another spot now. I didn't want my blog headline to read "Mom Furminated Herself!" one day.

Floofy Friday

I realized you have been deprived floof all week! Poor things.

 That's better already isn't it?

 

Someone turn down the wind machine. Useless Pawparrazzi!

I hope you enjoyed the screenplays this week. We're getting ready for the second annual Acatemy Awards here at the H.C.. It will be held close to the real Academy Awards. The rules (I laugh in the face of rules) are just going to be to post something movie-related during that week. We'll have more info as we get closer but you can start to think about it.

So last week I alluded to big news about something that rhymes with My Look. Well Mom is working really hard on the final stages of the, rhymes with My Look, and will have some news soon about something that rhymes with Tublishing on Zamazon. We're hoping it will be something that rhymes with Test Teller. Whew, it's hard to keep a secret. I'm keeping my paw down on Mom to finally make it happen.

Have a great weekend everyone!

After the Credits

Fade In

Interior Bedroom mid-morning.

In the distance we hear the shower, and then the low drone of the Evil Alien Eye (EAE).

Mom and Fin enter from the hall. They are unaware of the danger that still lurks on the dresser.

EAE (evil-like and quiet... hoping to lull Mom back into its evil spell): Bbbbbbuuuuzzzz


Mom (confused): What? I thought I turned this thing off? Maybe your Dad turned it back on... maybe it's defective?

Mom reaches out and chokes it by the neck again. Slowly the light from its horrible orange eye fades. Mom grabs its tail which has attached itself to a hole in the wall. She tugs it hard, but the EAE isn't going down easy. Our heroine Fin sees that its tail has wrapped itself around Mom's cankle, trying to trip her up.

Fin (loudly in warning): MEW! Mom watch out! It's coming for you!

Mom (pulling its tail out of the wall): Take that!

Mom wraps its tail around its own neck. Fin races towards the box it came in, so Mom can see the evil box lurking on the floor. Mom grabs the EAE and carries it to the box. Mom wrestles the EAE, trying to force it back into its box lair.

Mom (angrily): I still have the receipt! [Mom shoves harder to little avail] You're going back to where you came from!

EAE (menicingly): SQUEAK!

EAE fights back by refusing to twist back into the box lair. Mom is ready to give up, when she sees the brave Fin holding the box lair with her paws (despite the danger). They must save the family from the EAE. With renewed determination, Mom shoves and Fin pushes and finally the EAE is forced into the box.

Mom (victorious): Yes! Thank Cod the heater is fixed. This thing was starting to creep me out. Now we can snuggle again sweetie!

Mom picks up sweet Fin and walks towards the door with the brave kitty in her arms. Mom turns quickly, and gives the box a little kick... just in case.

Fade Out

Aliens Attack - The Screenplay

Fade In: Interior Bedroom: Early morning light comes through the drapes as we see two humans in a tall bed. The male and female are snoring loudly. Under the sound of the snore we begin to hear the drone of the Evil Alien Eye.

Evil Alien Eye (evil-like): Buuuuuuzzzzz

The Evil Alien Eye (EAE) shifts it's eye from left to right and back again as it searches for our heroine Fin. Fin sits nervously at the mouth of the bedroom door (just out of sight of the EAE). She looks at the light coming from the window and notices it is getting brighter. She paces nervously. She scoots quietly farther into the room and checks to make sure she is still not in EAE's vision.

Fin (timidly): Meow... [there is no response from the humans and she checks to make sure the EAE is not able to see her] MEOW!

Still no response from her human parents. We see our heroine crouch low to the ground and scuttle quickly by the EAE on it's dresser perch. She is still safe from it's evil glare.

EAE (louder as it senses the presence of our heroine): BBBBUUUUUUZZZZZ!

Fin: MEOW! MEEEE-OOOOOWWWWWW! [still the humans sleep on]

Fin sees the light is even brighter and rightfully senses it won't be long before the Evil Noisy Box on the bed stand will come to life and attack her sleeping Mother. She must make her move now. She moves quickly to the foot of the bed and leaps up onto the bed. She races down the side of her Mother, using her as a shield.

Fin (yelling and pushing her sweet paw on Mom's face): MEW, MEW!!

Mom (sitting up quickly): Huh? What? Finny? [Mom scoops Finny up in her arms, and turns towards the EAE. Fin begins to flail] See sweetie you don't need to be scared, it's just a heater. See how warm it is?

Fin breaks free of the hold and races back to the safety of the hall. Mom hits the Evil Noisy Box into submission, at least that danger has been adverted. She watches in horror as Mom gets up and walks closer to the EAE.

Fin: MEEEEWW! Run Mom! Run!

Mom grabs the EAE by it's throat and chokes it until it's eye stops glowing. Mom and Fin walk into the kitchen for a celebratory meal, leaving Dad and EAE alone. The light begins to glow again...

EAE (quietly yet with menace): Buzzzz

Fade Out

Alien Invasion

"Take me to your leader" It said.

"I am the leader here, and I say go back home!" I said.

So far the scary alien spaceship that arrived at the house the other day hasn't listened. Be careful friends, I recommend you cover most of your eyes when you look below. I made Mom blur the pic, but don't look directly at it... ::Whispers:: That's how it got my parents. They think it's a "heater" and they've carrying it around with them from room to room. ::Shivers::

I'm not so easily fooled. Just one look at it's beady orange eye and it was clear that it's an alien spaceship with the ability to transmit conversations to it's mother ship. I am refusing to utter a single mew in it's presence.

Just to be safe I am avoiding any room it's in. My parents try and lure me in with promises of warmth and snuggles, but I won't do it. I'd rather be cold, that's what floof is for. I hope my parents get the real heater fixed soon so I can snap them out of this alien state. Everyone knows heat comes from the venty things on the ceilings.

Ups and Downs

It's only a few days into 2010 and already it's been a mixture of highs and lows. Mom and I enjoyed our birthday weekend and we really enjoyed all the young pictures of our old friends and new ones too.

Seeing and reading about the start of so many lives made the loss of another one of our friends even more sad and unsettling. I don't mean to question you in all your wisdom Bast, but I sure wish you didn't have to take any more of my friends to the Rainbow Bridge. I know there are times when you need extra special kitties (most recently, my sweet Whicky's sister Angel) but it sure does make us sad when they leave us. I still had so much to learn from her.

I know my friends are happy and well at the bridge, with you to look over them, but I miss them. I know their people miss them even more.Someday I know I will have to leave my home and go meet the ones that came before me, and I'm okay with that, but I worry about Mom and Dad.

As I'm sure you saw - they were both so sleepy on New Years Day that they both got up to feed me my special treats within an hour of each other. I don't need to tell you how hysterical they got when they realized I'd doubled my treat consumption for the morning. They even called that crackpot VET to make sure I could have two treats! Are you kidding? If a grannycat wants an extra Fin Pocket on her birthday and they freak out... can you imagine the state they will be in when something happens to me?

So I guess,  we all do our part. Those of us here on earth take care of our people, and from the bridge, the ones that come before us, guide us on how to care for our people. It gives me peace to know that I will be able to guide the ones that come after me. After all who else will teach some kitten the proper techniques to wake up Mom at 4:30am?

Flooflet Friday

I'll show you my New Years Baby, if you show me yours. Oh I'll show you anyway.

Music Implied

"They say it's Mom's Birthday, dada dada dada da da, it's my Birthday too!"

Can you handle the cute?

Mercy?

Take that!

Happiest of New Years,

From the Birthday Girls.