National Feral Cat Day

Mom here. Today is National Feral Cat Day in the United States. The day is particularly important to me since my sweet Quill came into my life.

 

If my boy hadn't been rescued by Kacie when he was just a baby, he might have lived a very different life. My big gentle boy might have been forced to fight on the streets to survive. He might have had to kill to eat, when he clearly is a pacifist. 

My timid boy might have lived in fear and run from humans - actually he does kinda does that now. He would have missed the touch of kind humans who love him dearly and would do anything for him. He never would have learned how happy a nice chin scritch can make you feel.

I can't imagine a life without my loving and sweet boy - and I'm glad I don't have to try to imagine it either. 

The Evil Dyson

Greyson and Quill: ZZZzzzzzzzz

Mom: Blah, blah, shedding enough four cats, blah, blah....

Greyson: Huh? What? Hey Quill did you hear the door to the Evil Dyson's Lair?

Quill: Huh? No. Plus all our toys are still out. You know before the Evil comes all our toys disappear first.

Greyson: Yeah. That's true...

Evil Dyson: ROOOOOAAAARRRRR!!!!

Greyson: Save yourself Quill!! Get to the closet and I'll distract it!

We ran for the bedroom as as we rounded the corner we saw that it was attacking our MOM! Mom had it by the neck AND by the tail, but still it was almost getting away from her. We both ran into the closet and watched in horror as Mom wrestled it all around the house.

In the end Mom silenced it and then ripped out it's stomach (filled with our furs!). Dad was able to take the wounded Dyson and put it back in its lair. What a horror show friends.

Floofy Friday

Help!!! Save me Friday!!

 

Just kidding Friday! Careful now - squee alert!

I asked Quill to give me a bath. 

You can see how much I hate it. MOL.

Truth is I love it! 

 

 I give Quill an ear bath whenever he asks too. Cause I'm a giver. 

You wanna get in on this bath time Friday? 

You can get right in line.

 Just keep down the volume on those squeals!

Thoughtful Thursday

Greyson here. I am such a thoughtful kitten - always looking out for my family. I only wish they saw it that way.

Last night I saw Mom in the kitchen, naturally I went in to see what she was doing. She often needs me to stand under her feet while she prepares things. I'm often called upon to eat any scraps that might fall. Just part of the service I provide.

I noticed she was rummaging in a sack of some kind. Naturally I decided to jump on the counter to see if it was a treat sack for me - and Quill too (I was going to share - some). Well I saw she was filling a bowl with potato chips. Surely she shouldn't be eating those - she needed my help!

When I tried to talk Mom down from her chip frenzy - she just yammered on about how I wasn't supposed to be on the counter. I know! So rude! Of course I had to take action.

I saw my opportunity when she picked me up with one arm and her chip bowl with the other. I used my talented Monkey Tail to sweep my tail into the chip bowl and flick all the chips onto the floor. Crisis averted. Would a "Thank You Greyson!" be too much to ask? Or at least a treat? I don't eat chips - at least not BBQ flavor.

Wash Wednesday

Mom: Greyson? Greyson where are you?

Greyson: In here Mom!

Mom: Greyson! What are you doing in the laundry room sink?

Greyson: I just figured out I could jump up here.

Mom: Hey while you're in there, maybe we could wash your dirty paws little guy.

Greyson: This is my "I'm not amused by you Mom." face. Besides if my paws are dirty maybe it's more a reflection of your housekeeping skills rather than my bathing skills....

Floofy Friday

Why hello Friday.

I'm just sitting here in my catloaf position. 

Here's another one for you too - notice the paw dangle. 

That's just for you Friday! 

Where's Quill you ask... Snoozervising Mom. 

 Mom's had a ton of boring old conference calls this week. 

It's enough to put a kitty into nap mode.

Thankful Thursday

 

Oh hey friends, and welcome to you Thursday! Greyson said what he was grateful for last week and I didn't want you to think I wasn't thankful on Thursday.

I'm pretty thankful everyday. In no particular order here are things I am thankful for:

• My rescuer - Kacie. I never forget that if fate hadn't taken a paw, I might be living as a wild kitty on the streets.
• My Mom. I love Dad too, but Mom is my person.
• My Woobie Blanket. Nothing makes me want to make a batch of biscuits like my Woobie. 
• Mom cuddles on my Woobie Blanket - Pure Heaven!
• Treats. I love all treats. I really like Greenies, Temptations... okay there may not be a treat I don't like. 
• Window sitting. I love to sit at one of my window posts and watch the outside. 
• Greyson. I hate to admit it, but I love Greyson. He does make things much more exciting. When he does leave me alone - I go and find him. 
• Did I mention eating?