Saturday, August 01, 2015

Road Trip Day One

So yesterday Mom packed the car, and fixed me a special seat.

We picked up Mim-may and got in the car and drove.

We drove through Ver-mont. I have never been to Ver-mont. Ver-mont is pretty.

Then we drove to Noo York. I got a big welcome in Noo York.

After another couple of hours driving (Noo York is a big state), we got to the hotel.

 We brought our stuff to our room. Whoa. Lookit this nice big bed.

Then we went to the Oncenter, where the big quilt show was being held. I do not know why I am wearing a button that says "I am AQS" when my name is Millie.

The first thing we had to do was find Mom's quilt. Found it!

Then we had to find Julie's quilt.  Found that too!

Then we had to buy show pins for Mom, Julie and Chris. We got to the show late, and Mim-may was tired, so we went back to the hotel to rest before dinner.

Mom ordered a French Martini to drink with dinner. It was quite nice (hic).

Then it was back to the hotel room for an early night, because we have a very big day on Saturday, and we all needed our rest.

More later! I am having fun in Sirra-cuze Noo York.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Road Trip

Yup, Mom, Mim-may and me will be going on a road trip to Syracuse NY. It's what Mom calls a "bump and run" trip, which means we drive all the way over there, stay a little while, and then drive all the way back home.

I'm excited. I'm gonna go visit a new place and see all kinds of cool quilts, get some souvenirs and meet all kinds of fun people.

Woot!

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Thoughtful Thursday

Uh oh. Something's up. Mom said something about Sirra-cuse and going to see her quilt, The Black Box, which is pretty funny, considering she already knows what it looks like. It won't be right away, and Mim-may is coming with us.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Not Wordless Wednesday

A lot of folks do not understand why I do not like it when my Mom walks onto the porch when I am already there. I would like to explain.

When Mom adopted me, I was about sixteen weeks old and I was a feral kit. I had never been handled by people until I was twelve weeks old, and that means I never had the opportunity to know they could be OK. It is a fact that a kitten that has not been exposed to people touch before twelve weeks will always be "feral," and rarely will such a kit grow up to be a people cat.

I am, and always will be, a feral.

My V-E-T says Mom has done an exceptional job with me. (I beg to differ. I believe it is the other way around, but neither one of them understands Cat, so what can I do?) I love my Mom. I sit next to her, sometimes I even sleep next to her. Occasionally I have been known to sit on her lap. I let her give me scritches. Sometimes I let her brush my furs, but not often.

Mom cannot touch me with both hands at once. She cannot touch my feet or my belly. (When we visited her friend Kathy in Maine a few weeks ago, Kathy asked how did Mom trim my claws. Answer: Mom doesn't.) In short, Mom cannot get me to do anything SHE wants me to do.

Mom cannot pick me up, and can count on one hand the number of times she has done so in the almost nine years I have lived with her. (Think about that. Mom CANNOT pick me up. I don't let her.)

To get me to the V-E-T, Mom has to chase me around the house. I hiss, and I scratch. I do not like being chased.

I never sleep with my back to Mom. In fact, Mom has never seen me sleep totally stretched out and relaxed. She thinks I must do it when she is away day-hunting. I'll never tell.

I am no dummy. I never put myself anyplace that does not have an escape route. If Mom comes into a room where I am napping and closes the door, I am instantly awake, and aware. I do not like it if ANYBODY blocks my escape route. I will always leave the area.

THAT'S why I hiss at Mom when she comes onto the porch when I am already there. She is blocking my escape route, and that makes me uncomfortable. If she is already on the porch, then it's OK for me to be there too, because my escape route is not blocked.




P.S., I do have a microchip so if I get out or get lost, if I get caught, I will be able to get back to Mom. Of course, the operative phrase is "if I get caught."

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Tuxie Tuesday

I do not like getting INTO boxes, but that doesn't mean I don't like them. I like this little box. It was full of good smells, and I really checked it out quite thoroughly.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Millie Monday

Zzzzzzz......


Oh yeah, I love my kitty condo.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Saturday Caturday

Yeah, I love my kitty condo.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Surprising Thursday

Mom was on the porch, and I went out there to join her. So now there's proof. If she's there first, I will join her. But if I am there first, I have it to myself.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Almost Wordless Wednesday

This is the original kitty condo. When it was at our old house I would never, ever, climb to the top platform.

Just look at me now.

Heh.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Happy Birthday Mom!


Today is Mom's birthday.  There aren't very many pictures of the two of us together, and this is the only one of her holding me. It was taken on my Gotcha Day.  Mom didn't know it then, but I was about to change her life.

She changed mine too. I love her very much even though I hack up hairballs on the rugs, don't greet her when she comes home from day hunting, don't sit on her lap and don't come when she calls me.

Happy Birthday Mom!  




Monday, July 20, 2015

Millie & Mom Monday

Yesterday, when Mom turned on the TV, she heard a big SNAP and a POP noise. Then we both heard static, and the UPS started beeping. The TV did not turn on, and started to smell something stinky.

 Mom turned the TV OFF right away, and unplugged it.  I smelled a little of that electrical burning smell. The TV was dead.

 But not to worry. Mom has had three TV's.
 She put the TV from the sewing studio in the living room.


She moved the TV in the office into the sewing room.

That funny snapping noise kinda freaked me out. 
 Are you confused yet? Because I sure am.


Sunday, July 19, 2015

Where's the Beef?

I may be a bit tired of Beef in a can, but when Mom made herself a roast beef sandwich I smelled the real beast and came running. I ate an ENTIRE slice, that's how good it was, and that's why this photo is fuzzy.

Real Beef is totally awesome.

Heh.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Feline Friday

I told Mom I was tired of my stinky goodness. Believe it or not, I am getting a bit bored with Beef. I told her I wanted Chick-hen. It took many days to get her to understand me, but she finally got it.

What can I say? She's a people, not a Cat, and while she's pretty smart as people go, she just hasn't got the Cat thing. 

She finally did though, and I've been eating my Chick-hen stinky goodness quite happily the last day or so.  I'll eat Chick-hen for a while, and then I'll get bored and ask her for something else, and we'll go through this again, and she'll finally get it then too.

So all in all, it's OK. She wakes up early in the summer and I jump on the bed and get lots of scritches every morning. It evens out.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Mom's Busy, I'm Fine

Mom's been busy, working on her new quilting class. And she's been working in the garden. I have been hanging out on the porch, but not posing for pictures. But I am fine.