For when your Mom is too lazy to find a darling picture of you, and too tired to be funny.
Please don't laugh, you'll only encourage her naughty behavior.
11.30.2010
11.28.2010
Sleepy Sunday
Well it's over. Mom's family has left the state. She claims she's wiped out, and frankly I don't mind because the snuggle opportunities are excellent. I was denied a lot of lap time over this week and I'm making up for lost time.
Mom is just lolling about like a human heating pad. If I want pets I just move into her sight-line and pets are given, if I want her warmth only I just move out of arm-length and she's too lazy to move. It's great.
Somehow I've missed getting any leftovers (much less first-overs) from all the feasting, but I know they'll make it up to me somehow. I just hope it involves lots of gravy.
Only Aunt Jenny made it out to Casa De Housecat this week. I decided she was worthy of my presence and allowed her to bask in my glory. She gained brownie points by gushing over how cute I was, but she didn't bring any toys or snacks, so I did not fully roll out the welcome mat. I did manage to sneak onto the table and amused with some of my cutest moves.
I was going to allow some petting, but she made a classic petting blunder of crossing the petting hand across my face and I considered a little nibble, but I resisted, because I am a good hostess. Why do humans not realize that the right hand should pet the right side and the left hand should pet the left. If you must cross over, at least do it behind the head where I can't see it.
Good pets are like sausage, we don't want to see how it happens, we just want to enjoy the end results.
Mom is just lolling about like a human heating pad. If I want pets I just move into her sight-line and pets are given, if I want her warmth only I just move out of arm-length and she's too lazy to move. It's great.
Somehow I've missed getting any leftovers (much less first-overs) from all the feasting, but I know they'll make it up to me somehow. I just hope it involves lots of gravy.
Only Aunt Jenny made it out to Casa De Housecat this week. I decided she was worthy of my presence and allowed her to bask in my glory. She gained brownie points by gushing over how cute I was, but she didn't bring any toys or snacks, so I did not fully roll out the welcome mat. I did manage to sneak onto the table and amused with some of my cutest moves.
I was going to allow some petting, but she made a classic petting blunder of crossing the petting hand across my face and I considered a little nibble, but I resisted, because I am a good hostess. Why do humans not realize that the right hand should pet the right side and the left hand should pet the left. If you must cross over, at least do it behind the head where I can't see it.
Good pets are like sausage, we don't want to see how it happens, we just want to enjoy the end results.
11.25.2010
Happy Thanksgiving
Hi everyone! Finny's Back!
Mom is still kicking up her heels with her family and I am anxious for life to get back to normal. Sure I like seeing her happy but I have to tell you that my meals have been off schedule for days. I'm so anxious to get her back to blogging business. I demanded that she write up this little post to tell every one of you how grateful we are that you are right there reading this.
We love having you here.
We have so many things we are grateful for and we hope that you have so many things that you're grateful for that you can't even count them in a day. Happy Thanksgiving and we'll see you soon...
11.23.2010
Repost - The Balance Beam
Mom is still busy with her family. She is having a great time getting to know everyone again. My house has not been fully invaded yet... I have my hiding spot picked out but haven't needed it yet.
This post originally appeared as part of a special week we hosted here called Cat-O-Lympics. Jim and Bob were the announcers we created to give the play by play. So much fun! Hope you enjoy it too.
Jim: Well it's the first day of competition here at Fin-Land, and events don't get more exciting than the balance beam Bob.
Bob: That's right Jim. This event is going to take skill and agility. Let's take a look closer look at the course.
Jim: Let me walk our viewer's through the action we've come to expect here at the Balance Beam. The Cathlete is going to jump on the edge of the tub from the far right. It's critical she sticks the landing. She'll need to walk across the narrow ledge to the counter on the left, at that point there will be a quick but difficult jump from the narrow ledge to the counter. The prize will be a cool sip of water right from the tap.
Bob: What's that on the floor Jim? Is that some kind of... water feature?
Jim: Yes Bob, it's a bowl filled with water. It makes this course extremely challenging! Oh look Bob, here comes our competitor...
::a hush falls over the audience as the cathlete surveys the field::
Jim: :Whispering:: Look at that tail switch Bob, she is focused! Looks like she's inspecting the apparatus up close and personal, getting a feel for the conditions. This is a slick course...
Jim: What an upset Bob!! She caught the Pawparrazzi totally off guard! She completely bypasses the beam and goes straight for the left corner!
Bob: Is it over Jim?! Will this be a disqualification?
Jim: We'll have to wait for the call Bob. It's such a shame, because if you look at the style points, at the dangling paw, she could be in the running for gold! She seems to be awaiting her award on the podium.
Jim: Looks like our cathlete is drowning her sorrows in a cool drink Bob. Maybe she'll do better in tomorrow's competition.
This post originally appeared as part of a special week we hosted here called Cat-O-Lympics. Jim and Bob were the announcers we created to give the play by play. So much fun! Hope you enjoy it too.
Jim: Well it's the first day of competition here at Fin-Land, and events don't get more exciting than the balance beam Bob.
Bob: That's right Jim. This event is going to take skill and agility. Let's take a look closer look at the course.
Jim: Let me walk our viewer's through the action we've come to expect here at the Balance Beam. The Cathlete is going to jump on the edge of the tub from the far right. It's critical she sticks the landing. She'll need to walk across the narrow ledge to the counter on the left, at that point there will be a quick but difficult jump from the narrow ledge to the counter. The prize will be a cool sip of water right from the tap.
Bob: What's that on the floor Jim? Is that some kind of... water feature?
Jim: Yes Bob, it's a bowl filled with water. It makes this course extremely challenging! Oh look Bob, here comes our competitor...
::a hush falls over the audience as the cathlete surveys the field::
Jim: :Whispering:: Look at that tail switch Bob, she is focused! Looks like she's inspecting the apparatus up close and personal, getting a feel for the conditions. This is a slick course...
Bob: She seems very focused on the left side of the course. She.... Oh My COD!
Bob: Is it over Jim?! Will this be a disqualification?
Jim: We'll have to wait for the call Bob. It's such a shame, because if you look at the style points, at the dangling paw, she could be in the running for gold! She seems to be awaiting her award on the podium.
Bob: I hear from the judges that she has been disqualified for that maneuver! What an upset!
11.22.2010
Rewind - And the Moon
Mom is having tons of fun with her family, so we are re-posting some favorites. As requested for re-post by my great pals Eric & Flynn
Well my master plan worked beautifully, as the changing of the sunrise has thrown me off my efforts to wake Mom. Admittedly, I've been late a few times, and in an effort to over compensate, early a few times too. I've even been caught off guard and been awakened by the hated noisy box.
The other night I was sitting on the bathroom floor, waiting for the sun, when I noticed - the Moon. Sometime in the night, Mom had kicked off her covers, exposing a section of lily white tush that actually glowed in the moonlight.
I was mesmerized.
Of course I've touched the butt before, but perhaps it was the coolness of the tiles, and my desire for a refill of my water, that lead me to my next thought - what if I touched the celestial body with my paw, my cold paw. No, better yet, my cold, damp paw.
I gripped the cool porcelain (I think a paw held in front of the AC vent would work well here too), and waited. When I was adequately chilled, I stuck my paw in the water bowl and headed off for - a Moon landing.
I made a stealthily approach, hoping she wouldn't turn or change the cover arrangement. I sat down, lifted my paw, and suddenly, I felt a bit guilty. I gave a warning meow, to give her an opportunity to awaken at my first request (okay, I whispered it, but I did do it). No response. I laid my cold damp paw upon the Moon.
One small step for Fin, one giant leap for catkind.
Now kitties, here is where the danger comes - you need to leap back, you're going need to be at a safe distance. Prepare your most innocent face, you're going to need to deny any intentional wrong doing. You might want to cover your ears too, with the dry paw of course.
Tomorrow a re-post from Cat-O-Lympics as requested by my great friends at The Katnip Lounge. Let me know if you have a favorite you'd like to see again.
Well my master plan worked beautifully, as the changing of the sunrise has thrown me off my efforts to wake Mom. Admittedly, I've been late a few times, and in an effort to over compensate, early a few times too. I've even been caught off guard and been awakened by the hated noisy box.
The other night I was sitting on the bathroom floor, waiting for the sun, when I noticed - the Moon. Sometime in the night, Mom had kicked off her covers, exposing a section of lily white tush that actually glowed in the moonlight.
I was mesmerized.
Of course I've touched the butt before, but perhaps it was the coolness of the tiles, and my desire for a refill of my water, that lead me to my next thought - what if I touched the celestial body with my paw, my cold paw. No, better yet, my cold, damp paw.
I gripped the cool porcelain (I think a paw held in front of the AC vent would work well here too), and waited. When I was adequately chilled, I stuck my paw in the water bowl and headed off for - a Moon landing.
I made a stealthily approach, hoping she wouldn't turn or change the cover arrangement. I sat down, lifted my paw, and suddenly, I felt a bit guilty. I gave a warning meow, to give her an opportunity to awaken at my first request (okay, I whispered it, but I did do it). No response. I laid my cold damp paw upon the Moon.
One small step for Fin, one giant leap for catkind.
Now kitties, here is where the danger comes - you need to leap back, you're going need to be at a safe distance. Prepare your most innocent face, you're going to need to deny any intentional wrong doing. You might want to cover your ears too, with the dry paw of course.
Tomorrow a re-post from Cat-O-Lympics as requested by my great friends at The Katnip Lounge. Let me know if you have a favorite you'd like to see again.
11.19.2010
Floofy Friday
Hey Finny, whatcha doin?
Finny?
Fin? Are you playing with the camera cord?
What? No. I don't know what you're talking about.
Mom is super excited. A whole bunch of her relatives are coming to town for a reunion starting this Saturday till next Saturday. She says her bloggin will be spotty, so I convinced her to repost some of our more favorite entries. Do you have a favorite you'd like to see again?
I will be ready to hide inspect the closet if anyone even looks at me with fur-pulling in their eyes. Aunt Jenny will be staying here at the house with us, and I admit I like her a lot. She makes Mom happy and she sounds just like Mom. She's a quality petter too. I'm looking forward to all the extra lovin... from a safe distance.
Have a great weekend and we'll see you next week with some of our favorites.
11.18.2010
Defense
Hi Y'all! Mittens here.
I'd like to tell y'all that the Little Feline Of The House (LFOTH) is mistaken. Yesterday LFOTH mentioned that durin a pet session a varmit jumped from me and nibbled on the Lady Of The House (LOTH).
I say no ma'am not on my watch. I kill all comers to my personage, er make that catage, regardless of the size of said varmit. I'd also like to set the record straight on the "Chubby Tabby" I was seen with a few weeks back. I don't make a habit of invitin lady cats over to the yard, and I was actually chasin said Tabby right out... just real slow like. I am a gentleman cat after all.
LFOTH has been perturbed with me of late and makes quite the ruckus, hissin and growln, at the screen whenever I come by for a spell. Luckily LOTH and MOTH (Man Of The House) don't pay LFOTH much mind and come out for a visit, and a snack or two.
Do I have an owner you might be wonderin, well a mancat needing a snuggle and a snack on the run never tells his secrets. LOTH says I'm built like a brick with fur, so I'm well cared for somewhere. Bye for now y'all!
Mittens
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