Mom got a new cell phone, and lookit the picture she is using as her background! Those are my favorite Little Sticky People, SweetBean, KidBean and Mooshie. They belong to Monty Q. Every time Mom looks at this picture, she smiles.
Megan in Oz, one of my regular readers, left this comment...PS. Millie - thanks for your note. I feel as if I'm famous - I've had my name included in one of your blog postings!
I understand the whole "cat as aloof goddess-like creature" facade, but to be brutally honest, I don't think it suits you. I think you're a much warmer, loving cat than that.
Another option might be to present yourself to your mom and the world as one of the cleverest cats on the planet: one who was born "in the gutter" (almost literally, I guess), but who had the determination and smarts to elevate themselves to their present very happy circumstances by choosing - from all the possible moms around - your mom. As you might say: "Wowza!"
You have scored yourself a wonderful forever home with a doting mom and every comfort that you could possibly want.
If you went with this approach, then you could acknowledge your mom by boasting to the rest of us about every new wonderful thing she did for you, which, in turn, would add to your cleverness in finding her.
What do you think?
Megan
Sydney, Australia
I've given it a lot of thought, and Megan, you're right.
Wowza! Lookit all this stinky goodness! Mom bought a squillion cans of it. There is beef, chick-hen, liver and my former favorite, turkey.
Mom and I have been watching the tennis in Oz. This morning Andy Murray hit the most incredible shot we have ever seen. Mom thinks that everybody will be seeing the video of this shot for years to come.
Lately, though, I've lost my taste for it, and Mom's been going through the cans in the bin on the right, trying to find another flavor. I'm liking the Chick-hen and the Beef. (No fish. I hate fish.)
It's a girl-cat's prerogative to change her mind. I can! I did!
It rained hard all day, and this is what it looked like late in the afternoon.
And if you thought THAT was a surprise, lookit what Mom found when she came inside:
Mom got up, watched Andy Roddick beat Gonzo, went food hunting, did the washing machine shuffle, went clothes hunting with Mim-may, finished her little quilt for the Doll Swap, and otherwise has been taking it easy today.
It's sunny and cold out, but it's nice and warm in my hammock. I'm gonna hang out here. Mom's gonna sew and we're both gonna watch the tennis. It's gonna be a good day.
Wowza! I got a package from my pal Oreo in Furr-ginia! There were Temp-tay-tions treats for me, chocolates for Mom, a fun toy mousie for me, and some sewing stuff for Mom, and a nice calendar full of cute tuxie kitties!
Mom has been wicked busy the last couple of weeks. Busy at day hunting, and busy working on her little quilt for the Doll Quilt Swap 8. She got her head fur cut, her eyes examined, and Mr Karate is coming over for dinner tonight. She's been watching the tennis in Oz, and I've been getting my scritches.
(Okay, I was looking at Mom, but then I heard this funny sound, and looked away.)
More of the white stuff is falling. Mom's grumbling because she has to push it around so she can get her metal masheen out to go day hunting.
It was warmish yesterday, and a lot of snow has melted. We might be getting more though, later today.
Mom is sewing crazy wonky trees, and I am watching the big black birds fly around outside and trying to figure out how to catch them.
Mom and I want to wish Mrs Photographer a very Happy Birthday. Here she is with her fambly, Mom's brother, Mr Photographer & The Pretty Girl.
This picture was taken at Yosemite National Park, with El Capitan in the background. Mr Photographer is also a rock climber, and this fall became the oldest person ever to lead one of the routes on El Cap. Mrs Photographer is a climber too, and has built her own canoe. 
I mean, like, SERIOUSLY, does this look like a picture of me to you?
I found this nifty new place to nap. Mom didn't put away the pillows from when our friend Red visited at Christmas.
It's very sunny out today, but it is cold and windy. I am very comfy and cozy. Mom has had a rough week day hunting, but she says the project she was working on is finally over, and she says it ended well.
She did it again last night! Mom got home late from day hunting. Except it turns out she wasn't day hunting. She went to Mim-may's house. She had bought Mim-may some yogurt and was bringing it to her and Mim-may said, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"
It was a new scratching pad, loaded with 'NIP!
Oh my, oh my, oh my oh...
Hey Mom! What are you doing over there? I'm here, come sit down next to me. I need more scritches.
...zzz...
...huh?
Now the stuff is in the big storage bins that have to be brought down to the dungeon. She can't even carry the box with the tree, so that will have to wait until Mr Karate comes over.
Then again, she's a bean, and we all know beans don't know anything. One thing I know for sure, though, is that I am very, very happy to be a formerly feral cat.
Ahh... napping on a nice, soft, warm pile of laundry inside after having a dinner of my favorite stinky goodness. Yup, doesn't get a lot better than this. I think I'm going to command Mom to sit in the recliner so I can get some scritches...
