Floofy Friday

Friday: Oh hey Quill! Whatcha doing?

Quill: Helping Mom pick a paint color.

I suggested Tabby Brown and she was trying to match me. 

 And what goes better with Tabby Brown than Marshmallow Feets White, Tail Gray, or Belly Floof  Cream?

Or Kitty Chin Tan?

Friday: Wow, it's gonna look great! You and Greyson will be perfectly camouflaged.

Counsel

One of the jobs we face as kitties is to act as counselors and advisers to our humans. Perhaps Mom doesn't think I'm listening when she asks for my advice, because when I weigh in she almost always does something other than I tell her.

She asks what she should make for lunch. I say chicken treats and feel free to be clumsy with the drops! She picks something stupid like gluten-free pasta. Yuck.

She asks if she should go for a walk. I say yes and take me with you! She goes but shuts the door in my face!

Even when the advice is super obvious - like write more - she seems to struggle. She's hopeless. 

Maybe she listens to Quill's advice cause I always see them with their heads together. Perhaps she listens when the advice comes in a diminutive squeak rather than a cute meow.

Though I'm pretty sure Quill would tell her to have chicken treats over gluten-free pasta too. 

Floofy Friday

Friday: What? More Baby Quill Pictures!

 Look at the smile!

I may have pulled a squee muscle! 

I have to remember to limber up before I come over here.

Quill: Sorry Friday - we should have put up a warning. We are sure happy to see you though! 

Friday: Did you get any special treats for your Birthday?

Greyson: No! Because I followed him around all day - just in case and there were none!

Quill: Well, you gotta sleep sometime...

Greyson: What? You had secret Birthday treats that you didn't share? Outrageous!

Birthday Boy

Three years ago today (give or take) my sweet Quillbert came into this world. He was born into less than ideal circumstances - a litter of three to a Mom who was wild and living in the yard of an abandoned home in the Las Vegas suburbs.

He might have turned into a feral cat, struggling to survive and having to fight for his life. Instead , he was rescued by the kind Casey who saved the kittens and got them a happier life.

Quill is such a sweet boy; my shy and gentle giant. He enjoys patrolling at night and sleeping in. The boy loves his treats. He likes to dance around my legs to show his love. He likes for me to pick him up and cuddle him (which is not always easy - 22ish pounds). Often he waits by the doorways till I smile and wave for him to enter. King Quillbert enjoys making a regal entrance. When I pet him, he purrs and unfolds like a flower.

He squeaks his displeasure when the AC filters get too dirty. He rarely speaks above a diminutive squeak. He spends most of the workday curled up under my chair. He loves a nice cave to tuck into. 

He loves to chase and be chased by Greyson. He could flatten Greyson if he wanted to, but he's always gentle, even when Greyson is not. He rolls over to show his belly whenever my husband asks "Who's a good boy?" cause he knows he is. 

I love my big bear of a kitty. 

 

Happy Birthday Quill!

You make your family very happy everyday!

Floofy Friday

Friday:Wow! That is some floof!

Quill: Thanks Friday! I work pretty hard on it. Lots of naps and I sleep in most mornings. I avail myself of lots of petting - helps coax out the floof. 

Friday: What about... you know... shedding?

Quill: Well you know, it happens. I don't mind a nice brushing as long as I get to chew on the brush at the end of the session - oh and a few treats. Gotta keep my floof-growing strength up.

So Wrong

Greyson here to report a Parental Violation.

So Quill and I have two litter boxes, but we both prefer the one closest to Mom. We are big fans of the clumping sand litter. We prefer Mom run a pretty tight ship and scoop two to three times daily. She's like a Litter Ninja - swooping in to scoop almost immediately.

All of a sudden she had this hair-brained idea to try a crystal litter. Dad was rightfully against the idea - why mess with a good thing. Mom was all "I'd like to scoop less" - can you imagine!

Finally she got her way to try a bag. Dad just emptied our box (luckily not our favorite) and put in the new litter. No mixing of litters to warm us up to the idea. Finally Mom went and stood by the scary box and let us sniff the litter, but we both have refused to use it.

Naturally we've doubled up in the box closest to Mom.

Floofy Friday

Greyson: Zzzzzzzz

Friday: Greyson?

Greyson: Oh hey Friday! Just napping with Nippy.

We're spent over here. Aunt Jenny came to visit this week and the house was alive with activity. I like Aunt Jenny, she's an excellent petter! She can even pet with a high degree of difficulty by performing an "Against the Grain" maneuver - which Mom tried to copy unsuccessfully.

 

Too bad you missed her Friday - I know she's a huge fan of your work. 

 

Friday: Well that's so nice to hear! I do have a lot of fans out there... maybe not as many as Saturday. 

 

Greyson: Well you're tops in our books. 

Friday Fail

Greyson here... Some of you might have thought Mom was playing a highly clever April Fools joke by posting her Friday post on Wednesday..... If only!

Sometime yesterday she became convinced it was Thursday - despite all evidence to the contrary (Dad taking out trash for trash day (Thursday), Wednesday night programming, etc.). This morning she was still so convinced it was Friday she turned off her alarm clock and gave a delighted shout that Friday had arrived. 

She continued her delusion until about an hour into work this morning when reality hit - and hit hard. Looking at her calendar and noticing her Thursday meeting had moved to Friday. WTH?

Friday was a real prankster this week and had Mom totally fooled. Awesome!

Floofy Friday

Friday: Greyson? Are you sleeping on your Mom's shoe?

Greyson: Huh? Oh yeah I was just bunny-kicking it and I got so sleepy... It's been a busy week here Friday! We're sure glad you're here - you've been missed!

Friday: Well thanks Greyson! It's nice to be loved... Hey did you go back to sleep?

Friday: Okay buddy you rest up. Look at that smile!