Not Wordless Wednesday

Mom bought me a nice basket, but she put it on the table. I don't know why.



(that's because I didn't intend it to be your napping spot...)

Not Wordless Wednesday

A lot of folks do not understand why I do not like it when my Mom walks onto the porch when I am already there. I would like to explain.

When Mom adopted me, I was about sixteen weeks old and I was a feral kit. I had never been handled by people until I was twelve weeks old, and that means I never had the opportunity to know they could be OK. It is a fact that a kitten that has not been exposed to people touch before twelve weeks will always be "feral," and rarely will such a kit grow up to be a people cat.

I am, and always will be, a feral.

My V-E-T says Mom has done an exceptional job with me. (I beg to differ. I believe it is the other way around, but neither one of them understands Cat, so what can I do?) I love my Mom. I sit next to her, sometimes I even sleep next to her. Occasionally I have been known to sit on her lap. I let her give me scritches. Sometimes I let her brush my furs, but not often.

Mom cannot touch me with both hands at once. She cannot touch my feet or my belly. (When we visited her friend Kathy in Maine a few weeks ago, Kathy asked how did Mom trim my claws. Answer: Mom doesn't.) In short, Mom cannot get me to do anything SHE wants me to do.

Mom cannot pick me up, and can count on one hand the number of times she has done so in the almost nine years I have lived with her. (Think about that. Mom CANNOT pick me up. I don't let her.)

To get me to the V-E-T, Mom has to chase me around the house. I hiss, and I scratch. I do not like being chased.

I never sleep with my back to Mom. In fact, Mom has never seen me sleep totally stretched out and relaxed. She thinks I must do it when she is away day-hunting. I'll never tell.

I am no dummy. I never put myself anyplace that does not have an escape route. If Mom comes into a room where I am napping and closes the door, I am instantly awake, and aware. I do not like it if ANYBODY blocks my escape route. I will always leave the area.

THAT'S why I hiss at Mom when she comes onto the porch when I am already there. She is blocking my escape route, and that makes me uncomfortable. If she is already on the porch, then it's OK for me to be there too, because my escape route is not blocked.




P.S., I do have a microchip so if I get out or get lost, if I get caught, I will be able to get back to Mom. Of course, the operative phrase is "if I get caught."

Not Wordless on Wednesday

Camp Stanhope, Calypso, I am sorry, but there is still snow on the ground.

Neither of you will be winners in this year's When When Contest. The rest of you shouldn't give up hope just yet, because the weather guys said it might -gasp- snow tonight or tomorrow!

Mom said, "It figures! I just took all the snow brushes and scrapers out of the car and put them in the shed last night!"

Well, that's New England weather for you.

My tummy is feeling much better today. Thank you all who left good thoughts and purrs.

Not Wordless Wednesday- because it's really TUESDAY!

Alasandra, I am sorry to say you have not won the When When Contest. As everyone can see, there is still a lot of snow on the ground.

Yesterday, Mom came in with a package! It was from my true love, Monty Q, and my Mary-land fambly.

Inside there were treats and a mousie toy chosen for me by SweetBean.

 I'm not quite sure how this works. Mom gives me treats whenever I ask. I don't know why I should have to work for them.

MomBean made Mom a shawl to keep her warm when she is sewing in the cold studio, and Mom hasn't taken it off since she took it out of the box, so I guess that means it's a hit.

Thank you Monty Q, MomBean, SweetBean and KidBean, Mooshie and the Caboose. And DadBean.  Hugs and headbutts to you all.




(Monty Q, Mom leaves at 8, so you can teleport over any time and we can have some nice quiet time together.... Obviously my Mom can't tell what day it is...)

Not Wordless Wednesday

It snowed a little last night. Then it rained a bit. Then it got warmer. Then it got colder and everything froze.

I may need to check it out.

Anyway, there is still plenty of time to enter the When When Contest, and there are some good dates left wanting.  You can enter by leaving your guess in the comments of Sunday's post.

Not Wordless Wednesday

Mom was sitting on the couch reading when she felt it shake. She thought it was the heater and was surprised.  But when she got up she saw me napping there. She took a picture but it is a bit fuzzy because she didn't want the flashy thing to shine in my eyes.

It is so cold out today that Mom closed the doors to the sewing studio. Because of all the windows it is colder out there than in the rest of the house.

Not Quite Wordless Wednesday

MUST you point that thing at me all the time?

TWO can play at this game, Mom!

Not Wordless Wednesday

Ok everybody, the contest is closed. Over the next few days Mom will add a list of everybody's guesses on the sidebar. Mom and I were kinda surprised how many cats picked days in April. I would have guessed a day in March, but we'll see.  This is what it looks like outside as Mom and I write this today.

I made sure Mom had a good picture of me, because photos of MOI on this blog have been scarce lately.

Not Quite Wordless Wednesday

I hacked up a hairball last night after dinner. I felt really crappy, and spent the evening curled up against Mom while she tippy tapped away.

Mom held up FOUR fingers last night.

And I'm sure you've all heard about this article.

Wordy Wednesday

You all know how much I like to tease my Mom for not being Purr-fect (meaning she isn't smart like a Cat). I give her grief because I can.

WELL!

Mom's been working late at her day-hunting gig.  She's been getting home very tired.  The other day she came home TWO HOURS late!

She fed me right away (like she always does.)  Then she went into her room to change out of her work clothes, but stopped and looked at my fountain.  She didn't like the look of it. There was a little bit of brown stuff floating on the surface of the water, and it was full of bubbles.

(An aside: Mom checks my fountain Every Day. She refills it daily, and cleans it often.  She knows it needs attention when it starts being LOUD.  Usually that means it needs more water, but not this time. I also have two other water bowls in other rooms.)

"That's not right.  Can't have our Millie drinking THAT!" and she picked it right up and carried it into the kitchen where she dumped out the water, took it apart, washed every square inch, every nook and cranny, then put it all back together, plugged it in, filled it up and made sure it was working fine.

"Here you go, Millie, NOW you can drink!"

Then she went to change and later made her own dinner.

Kitties, it isn't the fact that she did it that proves she loves me.  It's the fact she did it BEFORE she did anything else for herself.  She got home two hours late, remember, and I know she was as hungry as I was.  She was tired.  But she saw there was a problem with the fountain and she fixed it RIGHT AWAY.

That's Love.

And I am such a lucky cat to have such an awesome Mom.

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.