Floofy Friday

It's been a tough week here at Casa De Housecat. First it was the bad pot, and pan, then Mom didn't feel great and my snuggles were required. I'm so glad the weekend has arrived!

I plan on demanding lots of porch time. Mom and I need to start planning my garden, yep this year I am demanding a garden of my own. Mom is going to order a garden box that has its own water reservoir so she can't kill the poor little plants. Of course she'll have Dad tend the garden, with my input of course.

Should I go with catnip or cat mint? Who am I kidding, fresh nip sounds delish. Why not both?!

Yes Mom, I'd like the planter to go right here.

No! What do you mean Mittens and the Chubby Tabby may eat my catnip! When does the sharing ever end?

What do you have planned for the weekend friends? We hope you have it warm and pleasant and let's all keep it healthy shall we?

Mystery Solved

My sudden avoidance of the great room as been resolved.

You see it all started innocently enough, Mom headed out on Saturday to return a rejected purse, and while she strolled by the housewares department she spotted the ceramic pot she had been dying to try at 60% off. Her Cheapness was unable to resist such a bargain. She wrestled it off the pot rack like a champion, and fortified her strength with a new pan to match.

The new purchase started a chain of unfortunate events at Casa De Housecat. She put them on the dining table so she and Dad could admire her kill. I gave them a few sniffs and settled in for a nap.

Dad decided to make room for the new pot and pan, starting a clang-fest like nothing I've ever heard before. I HATE it when Dad makes his way into the kitchen by the Evil Cabinet where the pots live. He wrestles those pots to within an inch of their lives. Clang, Bang, Boom. I run for the hills as soon as he gets close to the cabinet, on a good day.

His reorganization of the Evil Cabinet led to other cabinets and it scared me into hiding. Now that things have calmed down I able to warily enter the great room again.

So it wasn't a ghost after all, just some bad pot... and a pan.

Mom on Monday

My girl is spooked. She's not saying why, but she is avoiding our great room like it's anything but great. Unfortunately it's also the room that has her food, her water dish and her parents.

Hubby was the first to notice she was not hanging out with us in the afternoon yesterday. She seemed agitated and was meowing in the living room but would just breeze through the great room and right back out.

I was worried about her last night, but this morning she seemed really hungry and thirsty, but still wouldn't eat much. I turned on the bathroom sink and after a few encouraging pets she drank for a long while. I gave her some Catnip flavored Temptations (Yes Virgina, there really are catnip temptations) and she gobbled them down. I decided to bring her food dishes in our bedroom and she wolfed it down...

Okay mid-type my girl came out from the bedroom and demanded more food and then took over my lap for some extended snuggle time. I think we're okay now. Wonder what had her so spooked? Maybe she'll tell me at 4:30am...

Inspurration

I know Mom complains, often, that I wake her up at all hours of the morning. Sometimes it's 2am and 4:30am the next night might be 12am and 3am. I like to mix it up, keep her guessing is my motto.

One thing that never changes, no matter how much she complains, is the start of the day time. 5:30am. Everyday. Most days, the days she goes to that place she calls work, she welcomes my persistence. On the weekend things are a bit different.

The classic struggle begins. I like to run a tight ship, and I don't care for a lot of guff.

I used to get quite irritated at her lounging in the bed till the uncodly hour of 8am, snoring to raise the roof. I used to knock things off the bed side table till she could no longer ignore me. At first when we started our creative collaboration and I thought it was a fluke, but now I've realized something critical, this is the best time to pass her my ideas. Planting tiny seeds of inspiration in the semi-fertile soil.

At 5:30am I take up my place on the bed side table and I quietly meow into her ear. Not loud enough to fully wake her, but just enough to keep her in a semi-conscious state. She wakes up full of creative ideas, even brags about how she gets her best ideas while she's dreaming during these early hours.




Yep. It's all you Mom. I like to think I'm going to help her to break through many a creative block with my new method.

It's already working. We've come up with the idea for the new cat book we're going to be working on next! More news to come soon but we're both super excited, and the best part is that we're hoping you're going to help us.

Floofy Friday

Oops, she did it again!

That's right, day two of her easy breezy lifestyle. Who cares about the kitty back at home? Luckily Dad (Of course I was right in liking him best all these years). Mom did not report home till 7:15, again! 

Where was she you might ask? Out drinking it up with the Katnip Lounge Mom. At least this time she brought enough cat toys for all 13 of them. I even convinced Her Cheapness to throw in a sack of catnip flavored Temptations (I know right! Of course she forgot to get me own sack, another poor mark on her upcoming purrformance review).

So in her margarita induced haze this is the best Floofy Friday she can muster. 

This weekend we will be celebrating the Super Bowl in the standard way, record it and fast forward through the game to watch the fun commercials while my parents eat my weight in guacamole. We also watch the half time show and anytime it looks like something exciting happened. The rest of the time we watch the Puppy Bowl. Good times.

What do you have planned this weekend friends? We know so many of you have bad weather where you are so stay safe and toasty whatever you do!

What? on Wednesday

There I was waiting at the back door at 4:45pm for the return of my Mom from her "Work" (Don't get me started on that) and - nothing.

5:30 - Nothing (Thank Cod Dad was home to feed me!)

6:30! - Nothing (I wasn't still waiting by the door of course, but I had my ears turned towards the door)

7:15 - She strolls in like she owns the place. Did she grovel at my paws for this egregious breech of etiquette?  No. Of course she tried to scoop me up and shower me with kisses, but I was having none of it.

7:30 - She settles into our chair and has the nerve to think she can dash off a quick blog post!! Where are my snuggles? Where is my lap? I demanded a full hour of attention before I decided I'd had enough.

The worst of it friends? She said she is going "out" tomorrow night after "work" again! I hope my Floofy Friday won't be late! This is all being carefully documented for her upcoming Purrformance Review.

Mittens

Hey y'all! It's Mittens.

The other day I was hanging out in the back yard, when the door cracked open and out came LOTH (Lady of the House) and follwing right behind was LLOTH (Littlest Lady of the House). I was already hunkered down behind a bush and I didn't want to startle the Ladies so I just stayed where I was. 

It was pure luck that LLOTH didn't spot me over yonder. I stayed real quiet like as LLOTH strutted around Our Porch. She was fit to be tied friends (seemed she could tell I'd been enjoying a sun puddle on the lounger earlier). 

Finally LOTH carried the little lady inside, and I was beside myself when LOTH returned. Dear Cod, is she carrying a sack of chow? Yes, she was. 

LOTH is a generous pourer and she did not disappoint. She looked right at me (seemed she spotted me from the start), and invited me over for my meal. So civilized. I enjoyed a hardy round of neck scritches before I settled in for a snack. It was a pleasant afternoon.