Wordless Wednesday

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Fanatic Friday

Mom drove up to her favorite quilt shop last night and had her Chicken quilt appraised. It turns out it's worth more than four and a half times what my bionic leg is. Crazy.

Mom brought home this fabric, of paint-by-numbers horsies. SHE thinks it's the cat's meow.

Somebody is a fanatic, and it sure isn't ME!

Millie Monday

Mom goes back to her day-hunting gig today. She was furry bizzy on her staycation. She brought the metal masheen for a checkup, got the heating monster ready for winter, fixed the door on the shed, weeded the veg garden and brought me to the v-e-t. And all that was just the first week.

Then she rearranged the stuff in the shed, washed all the windows in the house and organized the cupboard over the washing monster. She cleaned the studio, brought Mim-may shopping twice (once before she hurt her hip and once after), and replaced the wreath on the front door.

We watched my pals, the guys named Pat, hoist their fourth Super Bowl banner, win their first game of the season and rooted for Roger Federer in the tennis.

Mom baked a batch of homemade granola, some bread and two batches of cookies. She made spaghetti sauce and meatballs.

Oh, and did I tell you she made seven quilts?

I'm kinda glad I'm going to have the house to myself, because it's been tiring just watching her.

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

Millie Monday

Wowza. Mom worked like crazy yesterday. She washed the floor in the kitchen, and dragged the rug sucking monster around. She made a nice dinner for both of us (chick-hen) and baked her favorite chocolate cake. (I'll tell you a secret - she puts coffee in her chocolate cake. And yesterday she grated the skin of an orange into it too, and she added some sinna-minna-min. I am not sure if that still makes it a "chocolate" cake, but hey, what do I know?)

Then she mowed the lawn and watered her garden. She said an evil intruder kitty has been digging in some pots on the porch, so she moved some stuff around so the evil intruder can't jump up there any more.  Mom did all the dishes and washed all the laundry, AND she folded it all and put it away. Which kinda sucks, because last week I napped in the basket full of clean sheets all week long.  She washed all the pots and the pans, watched the tennis and finished sewing the binding on her Black Crayons quilt.

I'm glad she's going back to her day-hunting gig today, because I'm exhausted just watching her.

Tuxie Tuesday

Mom could learn a lot from me if she paid attention. She took this picture of me washing up after I had my dinner. It's a lesson she should learn. When she is sewing like a maniac, she makes dinner and then just puts the dishes on the counter and leaves them there. Tsk, tsk. Things are so much harder to clean if they are left to sit for a few days.

Case in point. Mom got home from day hunting last night, fed me my dinner (as usual) then sat down to read her tippy tappy lapbox. When her tummy started growling, she put the lapbox aside and went into the kitchen. I heard a big sigh, and then she came back into the living room rubbing her face. She walked around for a few minutes then went back into the kitchen.

I heard pots banging and the water running. She was washing the dishes. This went on for about half an hour. Maybe less, I don't know, I'm a cat!

The next thing I heard was Mom rummaging around in the cold box, taking stuff out and putting stuff on the kitchen counter. Naturally I had to investigate. She was cutting up some yukky green stuff and doing other stupid cooking stuff. She went outside to cut some stupid green herby stuff from her garden and put it on her foods. Then she sat down to eat.

Guess what she did when she was all done? She washed all her dinner dishes and the pots she used to cook with. But that's not the kicker. When she was finished, and the kitchen was nice and clean, the counters were empty of stuff (so much easier for me to get up there now), she comes into the living room and says to me, "Millie, it's so much better to take care of the dirty stuff right away."

Really? I mean, Mom, really?



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

I Can't Believe...

Mom was in her sewing studio last night while I was having my after dinner nap.

Normally she doesn't do anything exciting, but somehow I missed this.

Drat! I could have had such fun.

Mom's Before and After

Mom is excited about this "progress." 

 This is the room before.  Pretty average. The chairs look comfy, but I don't see any windows or cat trees.

 Mom says this is progress. I think it looks very dull.

Mom says this is the hole they dug in the floor.  I think it's a very dull hole. (I could have dug a much better hole than that.) A special box will go there, but it will be covered up.


I think she needs a nap,

Thursday Three

 Mom came home with a GIANT box.  I sniffed it real good, but I didn't get into it.

Inside THAT box was ANOTHER big box.

And inside THAT box was another thing that looked like a box.

It's a hot-as-hell box that sits on the kitchen counter.  We already HAVE a hot-as-hell box, I don't know why Mom felt the need to get another one.

Mom says she will use it to make toast.

Uh hunh.
Okay then.
Beans is weird, is all I can say.

Not Wordless Wednesday

Mom has got "I-phone-eye-tis" real bad. Actually I think the iPhone should be called the ME ME ME phone. 

It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can take pictures."

It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can take videos."
It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can send email."

It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can surf the internet."
It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can tell you what time it is."

It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can tell you what the weather is."
In Australia.
It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can read you a book."
It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can send text messages."
It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can talk to anybody."
It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can draw you a map."
It says, "ME, ME, ME!  I can post to Blogger."

Ahem.

I bet it's whappable.

Hmm...

I wonder if it can swim.