Tuxie Tuesday

Do you know this is my 900th post? Pretty amazing, huh?

Yesterday, while Mom was watching Roger, I was sitting next to her, purring, while she was petting me and giving me scritches. If she stopped, I'd meow, and get her to continue. I've been here just over two whole years, and I really think I like this petting business. I didn't used to.

It sure is a good thing I can change my mind.


I sure am gonna miss watching my pal Tom play with the guys named Pat. I am confident they will do well without him, but it won't be as much fun. I guess I have been spoiled by watching The Best (and it isn't your Steelers, Monty!).

Snuggling Saturday

If you were sitting on the back of the recliner, and looked down over Mom's head last night, you would have seen this.

You all know Mom loves watching Tennis. She has been watching the Australian Open on TV, and I have taken the oppportunity to get in some good snuggling time. I make sure she gets comfy, then wriggle my way into the space next to her. She pets me and gives me scritches. I purr.

Now don't you all get all goopy over this turn of events. Like all cats, I like getting petted and scritched, and what the heck, if I can get somebody else to do all the work, all's the better.

Yeah, I know said I'd never ask to be petted. I loved cuddling next to Gizzy, but he is gone and Jasmine was never interested in being my friend.

That leaves Mom.

Get over it.

A cat does what a cat has to do.