Floofy Friday

Somewhere, in all this floof, is four paws and a head.

Sharing

Shar-ing- To use or enjoy something jointly or in turns; To allow someone to use or enjoy something that one possesses

Mommy isn't into sharing, while I am all about beverage sharing. I am willing to share Mommy's water or milk, I will even politely wait my turn. If she wants to take a sip from my water bowl, I'll have no complaints.

If she didn't want to share with me, she shouldn't have bought glasses that fit a cat's head so nicely.

The Secret of Life

Dearest Readers,

I have discovered the secret of life, and I want to share it with all of you…

Wait, is that Daddy in the kitchen, by the can opener? It is, I gotta go!

Some time later...

Ah the disappointment, it was only a can of corn. Oh nibblets, how you mock me. Where was I? Oh no, now I’ve lost my train of thought.

How Nice

Why look at how nice this is! My friends at The Crew's Views have given me this cool award. I couldn't be more pleased. It comes with a few stipulations:

I have to give the award to 5 friends. Four of these friends must be dedicated followers of my blog. I choose the following friends I don't think have already received it (and that I hope are followers of my blog): Angus the Spiderman, the blogless but delighful Whicky Wuudler would definately be on my list, my new friend Spooky , and my sweet Victor & Nina

One should be a new blogger and live in a different part of the world. I choose Gaston from Belgium.

Each awardee must link back to whomever gave the award, if you would like too I'm not a real rule follower.

Now on to the next matter of business, do you think I can use this at Petsmart? I wonder what the credit limit is?

I Declare

Once the Olympics ended, I thought the days of my parents shouting at the TV would be over, turns out I was wrong. They've spent a good deal of time shouting the last couple of weeks, one week cheering, and one week jeering. Since all the noise was interrupting my naps, I decided to investigate, and of course, it was politics. My parents can become quite excitable when it comes to politics.

Earlier this year, when it was time to pick "the one" for "the party," they wondered aloud who I might vote for. They thought I might vote for Mit Romney, solely because they wanted to start a "Kittens for Mittens" campaign slogan - please don't encourage them by laughing now - they laughed over that for nearly a week. Do they think I'm such a tinkerfluff that I would have no opinion of my own; really do I seem to be without opinions?

Mommy recently asked me if I was a Democat or a Republicat, a Liberal or a Conservative. I told her I would think about it and let her know. After much consideration I realized I'm both, Liberal and Conservative. I'm quite liberal when it comes to my parents distributing my treats, but I would be very conservative about sharing my treats with others.

I hate faxes (I shred anything that comes from the fax machine's evil mouth), so I guess I'm for whoever will fax us less... "What's that Mommy? ...Oh Taxes! Oh, well, never mind then."

I believe in a feline’s right to choose – say between crunchy treats or Fancy Feast. "What's that Mommy? Oh, well, never mind that either then."

Wait, what am I thinking? I am a Cat! Of course I'm an Independent. I hear some of my fellow cats (Cheysuli & Derby) are throwing their paws into the ring, and I told Mommy I wanted to go the way of the kitties.

Thankful Thursday

I'm thankful for a little kitchen mix up last night that brought two great flavors together... Temptations and Milk.

It involved my posing for the next full monty contest in the middle of the kitchen floor, Mommy carrying milk, and by some small miracle - an open bag of Temptations. Can I get an amen friends?

Hmm, on a side note, here is my Thursday post and it's not even Thursday yet, at least not here? Happy Thankful Thursday in advance.

Pawpourri III

I had so many random thoughts today, that I decided to mix it up and go pawpourri style.

• Today is Daddy's birthday, and yes, Mommy is singing off-key again. I'm a total Daddy's Girl, so of course I'm going to be all about showing Daddy how much I adore him, as I do every day. Tonight there will be cake, and my favorite, milk. I like to drink it right from the glass, Mommy's of course. She doesn't like to share for some reason, and usually gives me the rest of the milk, as soon as she sees I've stuck my face in her glass.
• Yes - I'm a lady cat. Mommy was surprised to see that some people thought I was a mancat. Um, maybe it's because you named me a boy's name, Mommy. It's not a boy's name she explained. I was named after the French word "Fin" which means "end." Mommy thought it was appropriate because the kitten search ended when they found me. Um, that's sweet Mommy, but it still sounds like a boy's name.
• Don't be too impressed with the last French comment, three years of high school French and Mommy only remembers about five French words (okay, maybe ten if you count the ones that involve food, but only three if you count spelling).
• I finally saw my friend Whicky Wuudler as a guest star on The Pet Museum blog. He's one handsome mancat. Whicky is one of my very favorite commentors (is that a real word?), and it was so nice to see him getting the attention he so deserves.