Spiffy Sunday

Mom cleaned up her own room yesterday, did the laundry and went food and fabric hunting. She had a nice long chat with MomBean, and she watched Project Runway and sewed on the quilt with the fox.

The rest of the house is what she calls a flying disaster.

This afternoon there's birthday cake for PlusOne, and tonight dinner at Mim-may's with some guy named Oscar.

I guess she won't be doing much cleaning today either.

Finally Friday

Can you find me? I'm in my usual spot in the cat hammock by the window. As you can see, Mom's sewing studio is a real mess. She's got a fox and a dog camped out on the living room floor and there's stuff everywhere. Mom really has to clean the house before our big trip to Mary-land.

She's been pretty lax about helping me blog, too. I haven't even been able to visit my friends. I can see I'm going to have to show her who's boss.

Tattle Tail Tuesday

Hi everybody! Here's the tree outside this morning. It's still got leafs! Amy & The House of Cats, you will not be the winners of the Last Leaf Contest.
Last night after dinner, Mom went back into the computer room to finish cleaning up. Does this look like CLEANING to you? All she did was take papers from one box, and put them in other boxes! Go figure! She says this is better! Who's she trying to fool?Before she went to bed, the room looked like this:Which I have to admit looks a lot better. The shredder got a good workout. I guess it was really hungry. Mom filled two more big black bags. She says the shredder has got more coming to it, but I don't think it's very happy, because it's been squeaking. Mom says this room will take another two days, maybe three, before it is clear of all the junk she has collected.

You can find me in my cat hammick in the sewing room!

Critical Mess Sunday

Here's what it looks like outside our window this morning. The snow is still here. Everybody in New Hampster is over winter.

Mom finished some Gizzy Quilts yesterday. One of them will be flying Very Far Away. She still has to make two more special ones, then she can work on a couple of quilts she's making for "fun." Don't ask me, I don't get it either.

Anyway, Mom has decided the house has reached "critical mess" and she is going to clean it up. That means she will be moving stuff around and dragging out the rug sucking monster.


I guess I'll just hide out.