
This damn bird is taking over. Mom says he'll soon be swimming in a salt water bath of vegies and spices.
I am SO GLAD I'm a cat!
They also had two funny gadgets. Mom and Mim-may fussed over them all evening.
I don't understand what the fuss was all about. Mom reads anything and everything with words on it. I dunno what's so different about this.
My new favorite stinky goodness!
Yup, the sunroof is open. (Mom forgot to close it!) And yup, that is frost. Which means the temperature went down to freezing last night.
Don't think she'll make that mistake again!
Mom came home Friday night and was in bed at 9 PM. That's like, wicked early for her. She got up kinda woozy and then got sidetracked with one thing and another, and even though she took a picture of me this morning, she forgot (gasp!) to put up my blog until now!
Here's the tree across the street. A year ago it didn't have as many leafs. That's not what I to tattle about today.
Mom's finishing up a couple of quilts. One with ninety-six thousand four hundred eighty-three letters, (Mom says there are only 81) and the Fox. (you can see them at her quilting blog) After that she says she's gonna tippy-tap, tippy-tap, tippy-tap.
He won First Place in his division in Sparring, First Place in his division in Forms and Grand Master Champion in Forms. (All the first place winners in the Forms category competed against each other for the Grand Master title.) Mr Karate won the Grand Master award by a unanimous vote from the six judges!
She even has a blog! She can be found at Cincinnati Kitties! Isn't just a cutie pie? You know what's amazing? She got her name from... me. I am so honored! Welcome to the CB, Milly!
Mom dragged the rug sucking monster around yesterday. She was nice enough to close the door so I could nap in peace, and she didn't bother me. That was good.
Any designer who works primarily with black and white has my vote!
I really like this quilt Julie made for my Mom. Gizzy used to nap under quilts and blankets. I'm thinking a lot about Gizzy lately. Mom's been telling me stories about when he was a kit.
Sure, I get my dinner at the same time as usual, and it's the stinky goodness I adore, but seriously, did you think I was going to let Mom forget my afterdinner scritching time? Would any cat put up with having to wait for their regular scritches? I think not.
Today is National Feral Cat Day. I am a formerly feral cat, and a very lucky one.
It's starting to get chilly here in New Hampster. Mom has to call the lord of land, because when she turns on the heating monster down in the basement, the smoke detective down there starts beeping. She checked it all out - no smoke - but when the heating monster turned off, the beeping stopped.