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!

My Vote

It's the time of year when my parents spend a lot of time shouting at the TV. The political ads take up most of the time on the TV, and then there are all the phone calls to get their opinions. No one called for my opinion by the way which I find rude and dismissive. 

I generally try to remain neutral but occasionally my parents wonder what party I would be a part of if cats could vote. Would I be a Democat or a Republicat, a Liberal or a Conservative. 

After much consideration I realized I'm both a Liberal and a Conservative. I'm quite liberal when it comes to my parents distributing my treats and food, but I would be very conservative about sharing my food 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. Less Faxes I say. 

I firmly believe in a feline’s right to choose between kibble or gravy-laden wet food. I think the choice is clear, I mean it's GRAVY, but each their own.

Wait, what am I thinking? I am a Cat! Of course I'm an Independent.

Sweet!

Fin: Guess what friends? I was so put out on Halloween night, that I've been rewarded handsomely for my trauma. I was so parched, locked away in my bedroom prison, that I decided to look in my sink to see if a little water had ponded there, and that's when I noticed a gift from The Cods.

A perfect cat-head shaped glass filled with water! And no Mom around to foil my enjoyment! Yum!

Mom Interrupts (Rudely): It's always there Fin. Always. Everyday. You just breeze past it in your mad dash to the faucet. Always there, and refreshed daily.

Fin: Really? I never noticed. Huh. Anywho friends I was super starving and decided to scoot out the the kitchen to verify the candy grubbers were indeed gone. I was on my stealth reconnaissance when I noticed I had a whole bowl full of kibble, right beside my dish! It was delicious! 

Mom (Again Rudely): Yep. That's always there too. All Day. Every Day. See, no need to wake me up at various hours of the night. In fact, it's been there since the day you arrived. Remember, you used to only eat kibble, anytime day or night with no need for me to get up. I call them the "Easy Days."

Fin: I call them the "Dark Days", or "BG" (Before Gravy). Besides if I didn't wake you, you might sleep the whole night through!

Mom: Exactly!!

Fin: I don't see your point...