Silly Sunday

Mom thinks putting my Gizzy Quilt and sprinkling some 'Nip on it, that I will be encouraged to go into this thing.

Yeah, right.






*Mom DOES say there will be NO woofie, EVER.

As if that's supposed to console me somehow!

Too Hot for The Hot-As-Hell-Box

Mom's birthday is later this week, and she's been talking about making some Red Velvet Cupcakes to share with her coworkers at her day-hunting gig, but with the hots supposed to be over 90F most of the week, she says she might not bake them.I think she should go for it. What the heck, you only live once, and she's got an air colditionter in the bedroom! If she gets too hot she can just go in there.

After all, that's where I'll be! I camp out on the bed, right across from it!

Millie Monday

Do you know what Mom did outside yesterday?
She built a box for dirt. This is on the side of the house, and it's in the shade most of the day. She says it is for let-us. I can think of a few things cats would like to be let to do in this box, but Mom says that is why she stapled the mesh over the top.This is going to be very interesting to watch.

Silly Sunday

The weather here has been a bit colder than usual for this time of month, and the snow is still hanging around. I am sorry, Tia, but you are not the winner of the WhenWhen Contest.Mom's working on finishing a quilt, and you know what happens then, don't you? The house gets REALLY MESSY! There are dirty dishes in the kitchen, unfolded laundry on the couch in the living room, stuff all over the dining room table, and the floors and rugs need to be sucked.

Mom ignores it all, and just works in the sewing room.
She's finally learning what it's like to be a cat! (But don't tell her I said so!)

Silly Saturday

Alright, already! Here's the picture everybody has been waiting for! Mom's moving stuff around again. The "office" is gonna be the "sewing studio" and the "sewing room is gonna be the "office." Except the computer isn't moving.

Go figure.

Me? I've found a nice, soft, warm, comfy napping spot well out of her way.

Silly Sunday

Lookit all the Turkey Stinky Goodness Mom brought home the other day!Lookit me eating my crunchies!Imagine Mom rolling her eyes!


HAHAHAHA! I am so glad I'm a cat!

She Loves Me Sunday

Mom loves me. I know she does. How do I know? This bag is full of stuff Mom bought yesterday, and it's all for me!Lookit! There's Breeze pellets and pads for my Breeze box, enough stinky goodness in my favorite flavor for a whole week, and Temptations treats.
I'm glad she loves me. I just wish she wouldn't stick that flashy box in my face when I'm trying to sleep!



PS, the man in the bloo shorts left us a box with Presents yesterday! I will show those off tomorrow! (thank you Oreo!)

Millie on Monday

We finally got the hots here in New Hampster. You know it's hot when I lie down on the floor.

Mom made a bag for Mim-may's birthday. You can go over and check it out here.

It's one of the many reasons I haven't been visiting or commenting on as many blogs as I used to. Mom claims there aren't enough hours in the day.

Pfft. All she has to do is limit her activities, and do what I do. Eat, Nap, Play, Blog. I try to set a good example. I dunno about beans...

New Quilt

Mom has made herself a new quilt. Well, almost. The top is finished, and she still has to add a backing. You can see a big picture of it over at her quilting blog. Naturally, I had to give it the Millie test.

Silly Mom has agreed to do Doll Quilt Swap 7, and she is even a Swap Mama this time! Which means she has spent the last couple of nights shuffling papers around swapping babies!!! I'm telling you, she's lost her mind!


PS, Mom says thanks for the HB wishes. She particularly liked the comment that her age was the speed limit in a school zone! She got a great laugh out of that one!

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.

IDYA #3 DUYS