Polite

Some of you marveled yesterday at how well I have Mom trained. It's true she is well trained. It wasn't always this way, it's been many years of hard work on my part.

As a kitten my late night requests were all for attention and playtime, these early requests were ignored or quickly silenced with a pet. In my middle years my late night requests centered on snugs and calling attention to any empty bowls. I was a bit more insistent by then.

I have found that being a senior kitizen has its rewards. Now when I cry in the middle of the night, I have Mom's attention. In part because she's always concerned for my health and well being, and in part because I have found the perfect mew that cuts through her sleep. When this mew is issued in five minute or less intervals... she is putty in in my paws.

Now you have to be careful kitties, human parents can worry, and you might find yourself at the VET, just to be sure everything is okay. This is not OKAY. So this morning I was the picture of politeness. Not a mew till 5:30am and then I even waited till Mom used the bathroom before I lead her to my bowl. Rule with a velvet paw I say.

Crossing It

I ask, how do you know where the line is if you don't try to cross it?

I admit waking Mom up at 3:30am on a Saturday night might be pushing it, but I've gone there plenty of times. I was hungry after all, my late night snack had been missed somehow. Sure I always have my kibble available but I likes me gravy.

I think the line came around 4:30am to about 5:30am when I meowed every five minutes as I perched on Mom's nightstand like a cat gargoyle. I really thought she should be up and out of the bed already. She had work to do and second breakfast sounded good to me.

I must say Mom is far more spry than I thought when she flails out of bed peeved. Luckily this grannycat has the ability to ignore any crabby human words. She did get a lot done this weekend, so I say it was all worth it in the end.

Floofy Friday

Ah Friday, and it's time for fresh floof.

Ah Spring! It can only mean one thing, yard time!

I do love my Hot Stone Lounger.

 Is that a bird? Nope. 

Everything smells so good out here. 

Mmm, Yard Paw. Delish.

I hope you all have a great weekend. I plan on lots of porch time and Mom is back to work on My Book! She says it's so close, we'll see. I've got moves, and I'm not afraid to use them Mom. What are you up to this weekend friends? I hope you enjoy your Spring weekend.

Do Over

Mom is still on the mend and we so appreciate all the healing energy, and she should be back to normal soon. Unfortunately she is now tragically behind on all her blog duties. I made the suggestion that she re-post an item, and after some initial uncertainty, she went right along. I dug back in the archive and found this gem that still holds true today. I still have the same struggles, it's like she didn't even read this the first time.

Lap Rules


I thought this might be a good time to lay down some rules on lap etiquette that I'd like obeyed.

1. When I mewl at your feet, there's no need for you to ask "What do you want?" I want your lap of course. No I'm not going to jump right up there, I have things to take into consideration first.
2. Entering the lap is not as easy as you seem to think Mom, there are shifty parts and lumpy parts and I often have to negotiate space with your laptop. If I claw some tender parts in the process, I'm sorry, no need to yelp about it, you big drama queen.
3. When something startles me I will leap off, possibly taking small bits of your flesh with me, again I'm sorry.
4. Don't squeeze the kitty, even though you enjoy the small noises I make when you do it. I'm not a squeak toy you know.
5. I have to be in the mood for you to hold my front paws (never the back paws), don't assume I'm in that mood when you are.
6. The scratches and pets are great, but once I decide those are over, and I'm moving on to the business portion, I no longer want the distraction. If you persist I'll have to nibble you.
7. The business portion can include napping or bathing, and yes you do make a nice bath tub (all those soft angles that I can use to prop myself up on make bathing quite enjoyable).
8. When you're "In the mood for a cat" don't assume I'm "In the mood" to be said cat. All your pleading will not make your lap more appealing. I'm a cat - if I came when I was called - I'd be a dog. So if I was on the fence about the snuggle, your begging has ruined it.

Thank you for your cooperation,

Finny Da Floof

Nurse Cat Finny

Mom is not feeling her best this week, so I'm playing nurse cat to get her back in fine form quickly. I am getting on her tummy whenever possible, nothing says "healthy" like a loving paw to the gut.

I also hear cat spit has healing powers...

So I am doing my part to heal her. Mom tends to be a bit skittish about this healthy sharing, so I try to help when she isn't looking. Of course I don't want any Mom kooties, so naturally I get my licks in early. I love Mom, and I know she will be better very soon.

Floofy Friday

No Mom! One move towards that tock knot and I'm gonna bite you.. HARD.

BRING IT!

Sorry friends. She is totally obsessed. So I will be spending the weekend on the run. I hope you have a Happy Easter, Passover, Spring Weekend! 

Perfect Plan

As I reported the other day I'm in full shed mode. Mom is on a single-minded mission to keep any knots down to a minimum, and therein lies the struggle. I want no part of de-knotting or grooming of any kind. My snuggle time with Mom is ruined right now, she can't seem to stop herself. Dad is filling in nicely, but this grannycat needs her Mom too.

Last night I discovered a perfect plan to get my Mom Pets without any handsy fur-pulling business. I've found 2:30am is just about perfect. Of course Mom is usually asleep (slacker) and I typically go with a light pet on her face to wake her up. Now usually this tends to jolt her awake and can cause grouchiness in her.

Last night I thought I'd try something new, and went with a light paw pet on her petting hand. I found it was just enough to get the automated petting response started, but not enough to fully wake her groom-brain. It was perfect. Paw, pet, paw paw, pet, and hold for a moment so as not to wake her fully, paw, paw, and pet.

Yes, that's nice Mom. I'll catch you at 4:30 for my breakfast.