The Room. The Update

I told you how two very nice ladies ripped off the wallpaper at Mom's day hunting gig. Mom told me that some poor dude (my description, not hers) was spreading mud all over the walls.

Mom says this will make the walls nice and smooth. Then the guys cut a hole in the wall to put a window next to the door.

 Nice Mom, but I still don't see a window.

Mom says the custom wallpaper is going up today.  She says I should not hold my breath about any cat hammicks, cat trees or quilts for this room.

Here is a picture of one of a chair that -might- be going in the room.

 I do not think it looks nearly comfy enough.

I don't know about beans. Mom has put a lot of work into this room and it just doesn't look like it's going to be a lot different than before.

Oh well.

Tattle Tale Tuesday

So you know how it is.  Your purrson gets home from wherever it is they go all day, and they feed you, then they want to change their clothes. Don't ask me why, but they do. Mine does anyway.

Well last night, I finished my dinner and then went over to find Mom. She had changed from her day hunting duds to her usual jeans-and-a-turtleneck.  She had already put on her new sheepy slippers and was looking for her fleece vest because she was a little cold.

(Now I know that if she's hungry, she's colder than usual, so I kept trying to tell her to go EAT, but, well, you know.)

Anyway, she KNEW the thing was in her closet, and it was, but she couldn't see it. She was looking on the hangers. She went through the closet three times.  Then she checked every drawer in the bureau, but it wasn't there. It wasn't supposed to be there, but she checked anyway.  She couldn't find it.

So she went BACK to looking in the closet.  She looked at everything on hangers. Nope.

So she went BACK to looking in the bureau. She opened every drawer. Nope.

I tried to help. I really did. I meowed. I meowed several times.

She ignored me.

After she looked in the closet three times, and after she looked in the bureau three times, and after she checked the coat closet in the hallway, she came back into the bedroom and found it.

Ahem.

Almost Wordless Wednesday

You know that story about Nero fiddling while Rome burned? Well, I am staying out of Mom's way as she wrecks the house. She has decided to "de-clutter", except it's bigger than that.

Stay tuned!

Millie Monday

You know your Mom is really weird when she picks the stupid leafy green stuff from her garden, and puts in on her desk at her day hunting gig. She says a bouquet like this is almost better than flowers.

Get this... there is Parsley, Rosemary, Time, Sage, Oregano, Tie and Jenn-o-vay-see Basil, Mint and even some Catnip!

Who's she kidding? Time doesn't live in a bottle, and it doesn't grow in pots either. I know she's good at a lot of things, but this is just.... strange.

Once again, I have to say how glad I am to be a cat!

Silly Sunday

Mom lost her food hunting list today. She had it all made out. She folded it and stuck it into her pants pocket. When she was ready to go food hunting, she couldn't find it. She looked everywhere.

Twice.

Three times.

Finally she figured she'd just have to wait and go after she made another list. So she worked in the sewing room and the kitchen. After dinner she went to use the human litter box.

Guess what she saw when she opened the lid?

Yeah.

And yeah! Eew!



Once again I have to tell you how glad I am to be a cat.

I Live With an Herb Murderer

(Fiona, you should avert your eyes and not look any further)

You all know that Mom grows Herbs in a container garden in the back yard. This picture was taken a week or so ago.Mom's got several kinds of Basil, some Thyme, Mint, Sage, Oregano, Marjoram, Parsely, Chives, Rosemary, Tarragon and even some peppers and grape tomatoes. All summer long she has been picking Basil leaves and making that yukky Pesto she goes on and an about.

But last night, she went out and murdered some of those Herbs, and then hanged them. Here's proof:
And this:There's 'Nip hanging in the front hallway, too.

I'm telling you, she's just about lost her mind. You should have heard her squeeing when she opened a package that had a quilt from her Doll Quilt Swap 7 partner.

I'm gonna go nap under the bed.

Wordless Wednesday on Thursday

Finally Friday!

Let's face it, if you're a Cat (like I am), Friday is just another day. Another day of sleeping as late as I want, demanding to be fed, napping in my favorite spots, whapping various items from the tabletops and getting my special stink on as many of Mom's sewing projects as possible. When she gets back from her day hunting gig, I demand food, attention, and then pretty much do anything I want.

Mom looks forward to Friday because after Friday come Saturday and Sunday, and she doesn't (usually) have to go to her day hunting gig either one of those days. Does she spend those two days sleeping late, or napping in her favorite spots?

No.

She's a silly bean. She'll spend the time doing the washing machine shuffle, going food hunting, dragging the rug sucking monster all over hell and damnation, and she'll be in the sewing room cutting up big pieces of fabric into little pieces of fabric, and then sewing them back up into big pieces of fabric again.


And she thinks I'm crazy for sleeping under the bed.

Go figure.

Mom Does it Again

I can't believe it! Mom did it again! She read an entire book again last night. And when she finished she had to go right to bed, so I don't have a Thursday Thirteen...

I didn't sit with her this time. Although I have been sleeping on her bed with her a little bit in the middle of the night. Sometimes she knows I am there and gives me scritches. But I don't stay there all night. I like my independence.

She's crazy bizzy at her day hunting gig. The new servant and wall of fire are being delivered on Friday, and she will probably have to work on Saturday too. Her servant must be really stupid. She jokes that he doesn't know jack. I do not know what this means and she will not tell me. I think it is proof that she is crazy.

Several of you have asked what books she has been reading. No, they are not long or complicated. The first one was Julie and Romeo and the second one was Julie and Romeo Get Lucky. And no, they didn't get Lucky.

And no, I don't get that either.

Once again, I sure am glad I am a cat.

Saturday Caturday

Today, Mom has to mow the lawn.
But while she's doing that, I'll be doing this:She has to transplant these scraggly Basil plants into bigger pots.While she's doing that, I'll be doing this:
She's going to make some granola:While she's doing that, I'll be doing this:
Mom's going to finish a special backpack she is making for our trip to Mary-land.While she's doing that, I'll be doing this:
Mom has to strip the bed and wash the sheets.While she's doing that, I'll be doing this:
Mom has to fold this mountain of laundry that has been growing for weeks.While she's doing that, I'll be doing this:I know I'll be having a good day. Strangely enough, she says she'll be having one too.

Once again, I am -so- glad I am a cat.

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For your reading pleasure, Mom has updated her other blogs. She added a great(almost no-cook) summer pasta recipe over at Cooks with Love; and she has a "tute" (tutorial) on how to make the quilt she calls "Slashed Squares over at The Patchery Menagerie.

tootles!

Still Snow Saturday

There may not be any more snow at our house, but Mom found this pile of snow near Mimmay's house.
Mom says it is a snowbank. But I think she's lost her marbles. (You know, she's been "so tired" lately I think it's affecting her brain.) I mean, a Bank? Where's the money? This doesn't seem to me to be a very good place to keep money.

Mom says there are snowbanks all over the place. Here's another one:
How can you save money in a snowbank? Or if you don't keep money in the bank, what about your valuables? Like your 'Nip stash, or toys or something. Let's face it, snow melts.

I wouldn't want to keep stuff in a snowbank. That just seems silly. Mr Karate agrees with me, but has some unique ideas. He can understand why people would want to make a deposit in a snowbank, but can't imagine why anyone would want to make a withdrawal. He was also wondering how interest accrues in a snowbank...
He bicycled here 20 miles from his house this morning to have breakfast with Mom. Now he is off to his Karate class. Later they will be going to see a movie.

Finally! Friday - Updated!

Mom is home today. She says it is a "comp" day. I dunno what that means, but I think it has something to do with the fact she worked on Saturday and she worked until 9:30 PM this past Tuesday. Eek!

Anyway, she has finished 30 of those blocks. She said she needed 30, so why are there fabrics laid out for 13 more?She's just crazy.

Here's proof. Remember I said she was gonna cut these big blocks up? Well, here is how she will cut each block into four smaller pieces:
Then, she will rearrange the pieces, sort of like this:She will make a bean-sized bed quilt from these new pieces.

I am resting up for The Big Game on Sunday.

Crazy Lady Sunday

You know your Mom is crazy when she gets up at 3:30 in the morning to watch a sports match on TV.

No, it wasn't my guys named Pat; they play in the Super Bowl next week. She watched Novak Djokovic play in the final of the Australian Open. He won. Mom rooted for him, so she was very happy.

Did she watch the match sitting down? Nope. She cut up leftover fabrics and made these blocks:She says she's going to make a squillion more, and get this, when they are all finished, she's gonna cut them up and then sew them back together.

Go figure!

What will it look like, and when will she let us all in on the secret?

She says not to "hold your collective breath."

Whatever that means.

I told you she's crazy.

Thursday Thirteen

13 Crazy Things Mom and Beans Do (in no particular order)

1. The Mouth Hummer thing. I wouldn't put anything like that in MY mouth!

2. Mom digs in my litterbox and picks out the stuff I buried. I don't ever want to see that again, what does she want with it?

3. What's with the bath in the rainbox? I don't need to get completely wet to get clean, so why does she? She's got a tongue.

4. She doesn't eat stinky goodness. She eats that yukky green leafy food. Why?

5. What's with this Day Hunting bit? I don't work, why does she?

6. I don't get the whole clock/watch/time thing. And don't get me started about "losing sleep." I've seen her sleep, how can she lose it?

7. She goes out in the morning for a walk. Why? I mean, I don't have a problem meandering around without a purpose to enjoy the trip, but she just goes out and comes back with nothing to show for it.

8. She's preoccupied with the little flat thing with the numbers on it that lives in the litterbox room. She gets on it every day. Some days she's happy, some not. If she doesn't like it, why doesn't she just get rid of it?

9. I don't understand why she needs to have so many different things to eat in the house. I eat the same thing every day. Why can't she?

10. Why does the rug need to be sucked?

11. Why does she have so many different clothes? I have one outfit, and am always perfectly attired. She has like a squillion different things.

12. I don't understand why there are always guys on the picture box hitting balls. They hit little balls with skinny sticks, they hit balls with big sticks, they hit balls with bent sticks. They throw funny shaped balls, they bounce big balls, they throw really heavy balls at stuff. And beans watch this stuff like All The Time. Enough with the balls already.

13. Why do beans have dogs? When they could have a Cat?