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...

Halloweenie

Hi Friends, I'm reporting from the closet. At this very moment Candy Grubbers are at my door. My own father is handing them treats for ringing my doorbell and scaring me.

I just barely got my dinner down when the first pack of sugar marauders arrived. At this point I have missed my mid-evening snack and my evening snuggles.

You know what that means... looks like Mom is going to get a middle of the night wake up call... or two. I was practicing my leap from the nightstand onto the hip last night, and I'm ready for business. I'll just need to limber up first, can't be too careful. I guess I should take a long nap so I'm not too tired.

I know some of you might be feeling a bit bad for Mom, but you shouldn't. You see Her Cheapness did go back to Petsmart to see if the cat-sized fairy wings were on the clearance rack. Luckily for me they were bought by some other poor cat's parents. ::Shudders::

Oh and by request... behold the mighty Cyclops Pumpkin!

Goodbye scary holiday, until next year.

Floofy Friday

  Well it's Halloween weekend! Yeah! I was very disturbed to learn that Mom almost purchased a set of purple fairy wings for my to try on. Yikes! Luckily Her Cheapness won out and I was spared the humiliation. I already have my killer fangs for a vampire kitty.

We are all pretty excited around here for the weekend. Dad loves himself some Halloween and although the whole house isn't decked there are always pockets for boo-time. Dad will carve his legendary Cyclops Pumpkin (one eyed and the talk of the hood). Mom makes Worms in Blood Sauce (spaghetti).

Dad will wear his traditional costume of "Middle-Aged Dude Who's Way Too Excited to be Carving a Squash and Opening the Door for Candy Grubbers." Mom will wear her traditional costume "Middle-Aged Lady With No Makeup in Her Nightie Who Lurks in the Dark Living Room." I will wear my costume "Darling Cat Who Hides Under the Bed Till the night is over."

Yep good times. Hopefully I will be porched and sun puddled too! What are you all up to this weekend? Lots of fun I hope!

P.S. to all my pals who are under the weather, my purrs and Mom's e-hugs are all coming your way.

In the Garden

 ::Purrs:: 

That's the secret password for by great pal Jonesie's Garden Society. 

I think there's a secret paw gesture, but I won't show you that.

 
I wanted to show you my lovely garden before it all dies. Seems I won't be able to enjoy it much, what with all my good times being ruined. Mittens is more the garden cat this year. On to the show!

This is my silk tree. A popular hang out for all the Humming Bird family and then they dip over to the little bush next door for some nectar. Yum - the nectar, not the humming birds. They are darn sassy though.

My plum tree and a big bush I love to sniff.  And in case you doubted my fountain works... 

Look, two finches and a fountain.

Things are good in my kingdom... catdom

My Good Times - Ruined - Again

I felt so sure that finally this weekend my streak of limited porch time would be broken. The Storm Family had taken their leave and Mr Sun was on-duty, but not working too hard.

I waited by the door to make my way onto my beloved porch, and then Mom opened the door to happy times. Dad went outside with us. I was getting my first roll in the dirt when Mom decided the camera needed to come outside too. Naturally I wasn't thrilled with this news, but with sun on my floofy belly, I was going to let it slide. I have my adoring public to think of after all.

And that's when things went all wrong.

Mom was about a foot from the door when she started to scream like a banshee (Not you Banshee). I was scared to death. So was half the neighborhood, including the small children two backyards away who thought Mom was a Halloween sound effect come early. Mom managed to clamp one hand over her pie-hole and used the other hand to point at the wall beside the door.

What was the horror? A Praying Mantis (Mom could hardly type that now - and she's started scratching again - Good Cod). Dad came running over and said "Wow, Look at that! Get it Finny!" I was considering my approach when Mom grabbed me in her arms and ran to the end of the porch still squealing. "No! Not Finny! What if she misses and it gets INSIDE!!!" Rude.

Dad dispatched the giant bug alone as I was left to flail helplessly in Mom's arms. To make the whole incident the tragedy it became. Mom refused to stay outside and we were all ushered back indoors for the remainder of the weekend.

Floofy Friday

I think my apology worked. The Storms seems to have passed.

Uh, oh! What was that? Just a sassy Tweet.

I hope I can finally enjoy some porch time this weekend.

I hope you have lots of fun things planned and The Storms stay away from your place too. Have a great weekend friends and Happy Tocktober!