Snoozy Saturday

Um, haven't you got tennis to watch, Mom?

Family Friday

This is my fur-cousin Yoda. He lives in Catifornia with Mr Karate and Rubylocks.  He looks like a regular snuggle bunny.

A completely shameless snuggle bunny by the look of it.

Truthful Thursday

Do you see what I see?

There are no pellets in my Breeze box.

Mom keeps packages of pellets here, and there spot is empty.

You would think that Mom would have noticed there were NO PELLETS when she cleaned the box and threw the OLD pellets away, but NOPE.  She had to go out to the pet store and buy some.

I mean, seriously?

Wordless Wednesday

Vacation Update

Vacation Day Two was Auntie Karate's birthday. Mom also went shopping for a suitcase. Not a bigger one, but a smaller one. (Go figure.)

Mom says it is a lot lighter and easier to lug around and it will save her green papers because she won't have to check it.  Checkit? I don't see any checks, it's RED! What ever.

On Vacation Day Two, Mom cooked the books, and paid the Mr Bills. She cleaned the human litter box room and the kitchen, and even washed the floors, then she watched the tennis in New York.

Me?

I did this:

At least ONE of us knows the meaning of vacation.

First Day of Vacation

Mom is on vacation. You all know how much she loves to watch the Tennis in New York, and takes vacation time so she can stay home and watch the tennis on TV.  The tennis starts today, but the vacation started on Saturday. So what did Mom do on her first day of vacation (aside from buying new sneakers?)

She went to Oo-ick's for a lobstah roll.

Mom laughs when the fancy cooking shows try to "gussy up" a lobster roll. Mom says a lobster roll should have these, and only these ingredients: lobster, mayo (not much!), salt and pepper and some chopped celery. This should be served on a roll that has been lightly grilled with butter.  The lobster roll is pretty terrific by itself if the lobster is very fresh and perfectly cooked, but even better if you are sitting at a table overlooking the water on a sparkling blue day.

Mom says steamed clams, fried onion rings, french fries and fresh coleslaw don't hurt either.

Mom says you can't be that close to the ocean and not dunk your toesies in it, so that's what she did next.

 The ocean water is COLD! Mom says in the summer it is about 58F (14.4C), and she calls it "invigorating." (What-ever. It's WATER, and water is WET, so I am NOT interested. Come to think of it, I don't like fish either.)

A nice drive along the coast is always in order. Mom says the smell of the ocean is just wonderful. The drive should end with ice cream, and this one did too.

Mom stopped at The Beach Plum and had a hard time choosing from the 78 flavors of ice cream. Finally she selected Coffee Almond Caramel. Then she sat on the seawall as the sun set behind her, watching the waves crash gently on the beach.

Mom says very soon she will be doing the same thing, eating ice cream on a beach at sunset, but the sunset will be in front of her.  I do not understand how that can happen. I know she can make magic but I am not quite sure she has a magic wand big enough to make the sun change course.

Then again, she's Mom, and there's no telling what will happen.

Happy Birthday Auntie Karate

Happy Birthday Auntie Karate.

(Auntie Karate is not as old as Mom, so I can't say she's older than dirt. But I think she's getting close.)

Anyway...

Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday to You!
Happy Birthday dear Auntie Karate!
Happy Birthday to You!

Sneaky Saturday

Mom went out this morning and came back with these.

why she finds this so exciting is beyond me. But then I saw this:

Hmm....

Finally Friday

When a quilt comes back from the long arm quilter, it is my job as Quality Assurance Inspector to make sure the quilt is full of love, kindness, warmth, generosity and gentleness.

A little cat fur never hurts either.

Truthful Thursday

I don't know why Mom is giving me the evil eye. I'm not doing anything bad. I'm just napping.

Wordless Wednesday

Tuxie Tuesday

Here I am on my current favorite napping spot.

Mom sighs when she sees me here. I think it's because she'd rather I nap elsewhere. If she wants me to nap someplace else, then she needs to put this fabric away.

Which might happen. Some day.

Until then, I nap here, and she sighs.

Life is good.

Millie Monday

Crap. Mom's going day hunting today. I like it when she stays home so I can get scritches any time I want.

Easy Like Sunday

Mom got home from teaching her class yesterday, took her shoes off and dumped her big bags of quilts on the bed. Then she went to lie down on the couch. I found a place to nap, and I don't know why she thought it was worth taking a picture, but there you go.

Today both Mom and I are resting and enjoying the day. She's making a quilt, and she will bake some cookies later. I am looking forward to roast beast when she has her lunch, and then chick-hen for dinner.

It's gonna be a great day. Have I told you lately how glad I am to be a cat?

Finally Friday

Mom has been busy getting ready for a class she is teaching on Saturday so she hasn't been helping me blog.  It's OK, really. The weather has been perfect. I have been spending a lot of time in the cat hammock watching the world go by outside.

Wordy Wednesday!

Lookit! My friend Miles is visiting (or as he says, "bisiting.")

Miles Meezer is one of my oldest and dearest furriends. He has been traveling all over by riding with the man in the bloo shorts's truck.  Here we are talking about old times, like the Road Trip for Romance way way back in the fall of 2007!

Miles is enjoying seeing all the quilts around here, and he is helping me fur them all up.

Tuxie Tuesday

Am I up to something devious?

Why do you ask?

Heh!

Easy Like Sunday

I haven't been napping on my kitty condo lately, but Mom caught me there this morning. It's a great spot, and I can see everything.

Mom is watching the tennis in Montreal. She already baked a chocolate cake (for the ladies at the day hunting gig) and a pan of brownies for PlusOne (he came over and mowed the lawn for Mom), and she's cooked the books. I'm napping and Mom is watching tennis while she sews in the sewing studio. It's a sunny day, and the windows are open.

It's perfect.

Serene Saturday

I am napping. Usually Mom is running around doing errands and cleaning stuff.

But not today. Today the dishes are done and the kitchen is clean, the bed is made and the laundry is finished.

Mom has her awesome homemade bread rising in the kitchen and she's got beans and sausage simmering away in the crooked pot.

Mom says the rug sucking monster will make an appearance, and she also has to cook the books, but aside from that it's going to be an easy weekend.

She certainly deserves it after three crazy weeks at her day hunting gig.



**update: Pat and Jack, Mom fixed the link, and now it REALLY connects you to her awesome homemade bread and step-by-step instructions (with pictures) on how to make it.

Finally Friday

Mom is especially happy today is Friday. It was another rough week at the day hunting place.  Stuff from one software package wasn't moving over to the second one the way it should. Mom sent the sultan  who set up #2 a nasty-gram, then she found out there was a bug in software package # 1 that stopped it from talking to #2 and they had to add a patch to  #1 fix it. So in the middle of the day, Mom did that. And it would have worked if Mom hadn't goofed when reconnecting #1 to #2.  It finally got fixed, and Mom said she had to eat crow with the sultan.

Have I told you lately how glad I am to be a cat?

Right now I think Mom wishes she were a cat too. She says vacation is three weeks away and counting...  Woo hoo!

Happy Friday Everybuddy!

Thursday Thought

So you tell me, how if my Mom is supposedly "so creative" that when she goes out to buy shoes

and she gets one black pair and one brown pair. How come she comes home with these?  I mean, REALLY?

If you're "creative" and "artsy-fartsy" aren't you supposed to get two different pairs of shoes?

I'm just sayin.

Wordless Wednesday

Tuxie Tuesday

with laundry!!!

Mom says her two weeks of cuckoo work are over. Now she just has to "pick up a few pieces" and things can sort of get back to normal. I can tell things are getting better. She actually cleaned the entire kitchen! And she has to fold this big pile of laundry. I had better get to work furring it up!

Thank you everybuddy for the Gotcha-versary wishes!

It's My 7th Gotcha-Day!

Holy Toledo!! (What's Toledo? Why is it holy? I dunno, but I digress...)

(oh, I was a cute little kit!)

Today is the seventh anniversary of this:

 It's my Gotcha-Day! The day I got my Forever Home. The day I got my Mom! (She thinks it's the day she got me. She's wrong, but I won't correct her.)

My Mom loves me a lot and gives me lots of cool stuff, like this heated cat cup.  Mostly she loves me even though I don't come when she calls me, don't sit in her lap, sleep next to her at night, or let her pick me up, trim my claws or snorgle my belly.

Which is kinda amazing, when you think about it. I really do love her, even though I don't show it the way most cats do. I'm lucky to be alive, and I know it. I'm REALLY lucky I have such a terrific Mom.

Yup, today is a really great, really important day in my life. I'm happy to be here, living with Mom, in New Hampster, and happy to have such wonderful friends in the blogosphere.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

with fresh 'Nip!

It's perfect!

Superb Saturday

It is a perfect day. The sun is out, and it is warm. Not too hot, not too cool, and it isn't humid.  Mom has opened the window (over there on the left) and I can nap in my favorite spot and still smell the smells from outside, and when I want to watch the world outside, I can do that too.

Finally Friday

It's raining, and Mom has been wicked busy at her day-hunting gig, ignoring me.

I am hiding under the bed.



Deal with it.

Mom says I have to be more polite sometimes, even if I am a bit grumpy.  She promised I would get more attention, so I agreed.

Have a nice weekend.

PlusOne Gets Promoted!

PlusOne got his 3rd degree Black Belt last night.

Woo Hoo! We have NINE degrees of Black Belt in my fambly.

Concatulations PlusOne!