Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Tell-All Tuesday

Fur-riends I have been doing my best, but Mom is still sacked out on the couch napping as much as I do. 
So she went to the  bean v-e-t and he said she has a vie-russ. The bad vie-russ will go away on it's own and Mom has to wait until that happens.  In the meantime she has to drink a lot of floo-ids (I've already offered her my water fountain) and get enough rest.

I shall continue the purring and scritches therapy, as we all know that works best!

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Easy Like Sunday

I am napping on the bed.  Mom is napping on the couch, while she "watches" the tennis at the Olympics. She's not honking so much, but she walks around like shes' a little dizzy.  I'll keep an eye on her.  She needs scritches and purring therapy. I'm a Cat.  I can do that.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Saturday Caturday

What do you mean you want to drag the rug-sucking monster around in here?  Can't you see I'm trying to take a nap?

Friday, July 27, 2012

Funky Friday

Mom has a cold, and feels crappy. She sounds funny when she talks, and makes the most ickky sound when she puts those tissues up against her nose.  She sounds like she's hacking up a hairball.

I've really had to put my paw down and INSIST she sit in one place long enough to give me scritches. That calms her down and helps her feel better.

Mom loves the Olympics, so I know she'll be sitting in one place a lot over the next few days while she watches them on TV.  I will make sure she rests and gets better.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Wacky Wednesday

The Pretty Girl made dinner for Mom last night. Mom said it was really nice to have somebody cook for her. PG made Mondo Bizarro Sauce for pasta. PG was pretty secretive about the recipe, but Mom found it in the original Moosewood Cookbook. PG had been teasing Mom that HER pesto recipe was better than Mom's, so she was eager to prove it.

Mom said it was delicious and she will make it again, even though I think it is yukky green.

I did let PG pet me and give me scritches.


Sunday, July 22, 2012

Birthday Wrap-Up

Mom had a super-duper birthday on Saturday. Her brother from Oregon was visiting,
Mom's niece, The Pretty Girl, was with her Dad. (She LOVES Red Velvet Cupcakes.)


Auntie Karate & Mr Big were here (PlusOne is in Italy)

 Of course, there was Pip-pay
 And Mim-may.

Mr Karate made her laugh
 and cry a little,


 Monty's Mom sang her a song that brought tears to her eyes and Julie and Larry sent her a beautiful gift

It was a good day.  Really good.







Saturday, July 21, 2012

Happy Birthday Mom!

It's Mom's birthday today.
Guess who made some Red Velvet Cupcakes?

That would be my Mom.  Happy Birthday Mom!

Friday, July 20, 2012

Freaky Friday

There's something mighty strange happening right outside my window...

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Talk, Talk, Talk!

You know what Mom's big surprise is? 

She's gonna TALK! That's it, just talk. Yak yak yak!  She does that ALL THE TIME! I don't know what is so special about Mom talking. Yak yak yak..

Well, actually, she is going to get paid green papers to talk to some quilters in St Louis Missouri, which is over a thousand miles away from here.  And Mom says her story starts with ME!

That's pretty cool. 

You can all depend on me to spill all the secrets of this excellent adventure. See you in St Louis next October 5 and 6, 2013!



Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Icky Sticky Tuesday

It's supposed to be really really hot and sticky today. How hot? Mom might actually leave the air colditioner on for me while she goes to her day hunting gig.

She had to go to her day hunting place last night after dinner because one of her stoopid servants was taking a nap on the job and she had to give it a boot. Mom wasn't best pleased.  I dunno what the fuss was about, I take naps all the time as part of my job. Even a stupid servant deserves a nap now and then.

Boy, I sure am glad I am a Cat.

Monday, July 16, 2012

How Hot Is It?

How hot is it?  Hot enough for me to lie here exposing my belly to the whole world.

That's hot.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Super Sunday

Mom went food hunting yesterday and brought back something for me.
 It was a small 'Nip plant.
As you can see, I got right into it.


Mom, a little privacy, please!
After I while I went to have a really nice nap. Mom rescued the 'Nip so I can have a Nipfest at another time.

My Mom is SO awesome!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Formerly Feral Friday the 13th

Where am I going?  To check out Mom's closet, of course.  I don't stay in one place the whole day. What kind of cat do you take me for?

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Thursday Truth

Ah fleece. My favorite napping spot is a folded up fleece blanket, (unless there happens to be a warm basket of laundry nearby).  I know it's in front of the air colditioner, but I don't nap here when it is running.

Mom's got some Really Big News, but I can't tell you until next Wednesday.  Don't think I can keep a secret? Heh! Just watch me!

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Almost Wordless Wednesday

Mom says there's beef in her lunch. I don't believe it.

Where's the beef?

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Tattle-tail Tuesday

Mom is very happy with her new workspace at her day hunting gig. She has not ONE desk, but TWO!  Lookit her space "before."

Now lookit "after"
It looks the same, and that's what Mom wanted, but if you turn around, instead of being out of the cube....
There's another desk set up for Mom to use when she fixes sick computers.  And you can see she put one of her quilts on the wall.

Mom is happy.  And when Mom is happy, I am happy too.

Sunday, July 08, 2012

ROGER! ROGER! ROGER!

It's ROGER!  ROGER WON AT WIMBLEDON!

WOO HOO!

The Big W

Mom and I are watching Wimbledon. We are rooting for Roger, but we will be happy for Andy if he wins.

See ya later!

GO ROGER!

Saturday, July 07, 2012

Sweltering Saturday

It's really hot and sticky out. I know it's really really hot in a lot of places, and I hope you are staying cool. 

My Mom loves me so much she turned on the air-colditioner just for me.

Tomorrow my favorite tennis player, Roger Federer, will play in his 8th Wimbledon final. I'll be watching.  Stay cool, friends!

Friday, July 06, 2012

Full Friday

There are four guys playing tennis at Wimbledon today.  Mom likes all of them, but she really loves one of them. You all know which one.

Mom can't watch because she'll be at her day hunting gig.  They are "re-organizing" the cube farm, and this is what her workspace looked like yesterday.
That's her desk behind the file cabinet. Mom says it had walls by the time she left last night, and today she should get it all put back together.

One of Mom's very best friends at the day hunting gig place had emergency surgery on Wednesday. Something about a gall bladder coming out.  Her friend will be fine, but Mom and I would like to ask you to send her some positive vibes.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Happy Fourth of July!

With all the banging going on, I needed to catch up on my Z's.  So I am a bit late celebrating the Fourth of July. Happy Fourth!

Now I have some napping to do!

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

Tuxie Tuesday

Tomorrow is the Fourth of July here in the US.  That means the air is full of bangs and booms and cracks and rat-tat-tats of firecrackers and fireworks.  I do not like crack-and-boom storms, and I don't like firecrackers or fireworks either.

Tell me when it's over.

Monday, July 02, 2012

Millie Monday

 It's Monday!
It's a great day!
Erm, can I have a little privacy, please?


Well if I can't.... Mom has been doing well on the WW bit. She has lost 5 pounds (2.2 kg).

Sunday, July 01, 2012

Bird TV - Cancelled!

Holy carp! Check this out!  My cat hammock is gone, and the bush outside is almost GONE!!!
 Some guys came over yesterday with REALLY LOUD MACHINES and shaved the bush outside where the birds usually hang out.
Lookit!  Almost gone!  Hardly any leaves at all, and no birds!  That really sucks the big one. 

Mom says the bush will grow, but I think the birds will find someplace else to hang out.

Mom had taken fleece off the cat hammock to wash it.  She put it back later.  That's nice, but I'm gonna miss the birds.