My Policy

I am a firm believer in an Open Door Policy. So I get extremely peeved when one of my doors is closed. The only door I want to see closed is the door to the lair of The Evil Dyson.

So tonight when not one, but two of the doors in my realm were closed I was understandably miffed. Two doors! Dad's My office was cut off from the hallway and from the living room. I know, it's shocking. What was going on in there I wanted to know.

I meowed for more than an hour before Mom finally figured out what was wrong, and righted the universe.

Yes, she is slow.

On an up note she did feed me twice, add ice to my water, and clean my litter box in an effort to discover the cause of my distress.

Yes, I run a tight ship. I'm happy to report that nothing was going on in there either.

Mom Watch on Monday

Well the Mom Funk continued into this weekend. As part of her funk or perhaps to shake herself from it, she's decided to watch less TV, she says it's so she can hear herself think. So where she used to stare at the TV, now she just appears to stare.

I'm enjoying the bountiful lap time, but her intervals to get up are all out of whack. I used to rely on her being transfixed by TV activity and now she is going by some internal guidance system. At least I can still guilt her into not disturbing my rest most of the time.

She says she is trying to think Big Thoughts, but where are the small thoughts like "pet the cat," or "feed the cat"? She says she is getting an idea for her next cat book, so I guess I allow it, for now.

At least my sweet meow still activates the Human Automated Petting Response or HARP.

Floofy Friday

Well it's Friday, Thank Cod! I'm so excited that my heating pad Mom will be home all weekend. I've not been able to spend the porch time I prefer and I am hoping for a little outdoor time. My floof is pretty full now so I don't think I'll mind the chill.

The only thing that ruins my porch time is Mom's whining that she is cold. If only she could grow some fur... I like the cold weather because it tends to put Mom in a semi-nap state most of the time. A few purrs and she is off to dream land. If only her snoring didn't ruin my beauty sleep.

I think she's in a funk. Maybe it was the whole thing about turning ancient.

So what about you friends, what's on your weekend agenda?

Thankful Thursday

I am very thankful that Dad was not trying to play with my beloved Mousey yesterday. He did toss it in the air which set off my beloved's jingle bell, but he claimed he was "just moving it out of the way..." and something about how I shouldn't be leaving him in the hallway.

I haven't spoken much about my darling on the blog. Mousey & Me, A Tale of Forbidden Love was the very first story Mom and I ever wrote together and it's what spawned the idea for my book and later this very blog. Mousey is so precious to me and without him my life literally wouldn't be the same.

I know the nature of our love is scandalous, but one look into his beaded black eyes and I know I can't do anything else but love him. I hope you don't judge me.

What am I saying you're my friends, you'll understand.

Interrupted

What is that noise?

Is that Dad playing with Mousie in the other room?

I better check this out, no one plays with Mousie but me!

I'm coming Mousey!!

Best Part

The Best Part of a Birthday...

The wrapping paper!

Wait, this is blocking my face. Get down, whap, whap. 

Things I do for a photo shoot.

Yes, now this is more formal and yet still festive. Maybe tomorrow I'll show you the bag!

How is the new year coming along for you so far? So far it's going fine here. I think I'm getting a fountain for my birthday! I'm pretty excited about it. I hope I can splash the water out of it all night. Doesn't that sound fun? I know right!

Trifecta

Fin:: Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah Nah, They Say It's My Birthday!

Mom: Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah Nah, It's My Birthday Too!

That's right friends it's the Trifecta! New Year's Eve till 11:59 and then at 12:00 Mom and I are having another candle on our Birthday cakes. I'm turning 14 and Mom is turning something with a four in the first position.

The Littlest Flooflet

Can you stand it?

Squeal if you must...

Mom and Dad had been searching for months to find a kitten to complete their family. Dad had said "No Long Hairs" but one look at all of this kitten goodness and Mom couldn't help but break that rule. I knew immediately Mom was the one for me, I yelled "Dibs" to my kitten siblings and the rest was history.

We don't know my exact birthday but Mom's "Kitten Hunt" ended in February, and with some questionable math skills she counted backwards and figured I was born at the end of Decemberish. She asked if I wanted to share her birthday and I agreed immediately. I was pretty amiable back then. 

So Happy New Year to all our friends!! We like things pretty casual over here on the big night, so we hope you curl up and enjoy the Whisker Sours and the Niptinis, and the Champagne if you're human, and let's all toast together...

May your new year be filled with joy, health, and riches beyond your imagination!

Purrs and Hugs,

Fin and Mom