Fun Friday

What? You thought you were going to see a picture of me sitting in Mom's lap?

A Momentous Event!

I've lived here in New Hampster with Mom for 1,643 days (that's four years, five months, twenty-eight days and twenty-two hours).

Yesterday, Wednesday February 2, 2011 a very momentous event occurred.

I sat in Mom's lap for the very first time.

Not walked across it. Not stood on it, but curled up and made myself comfortable.

I might even do it again sometime, but I don't think I'll wait sixty-eight million four hundred seventy-nine thousand three hundred twenty-five sleeps before I do it again.

The details: Mom didn't make a sound (if she coughs when I am sitting next to her I jump away). She didn't squee, she didn't wiggle, she just petted me and told me I was wonderful. I'm pretty sure she was smiling. She did look around for the camera, but it was in another room (heh.) I stayed in her lap about five minutes while Mom petted me and gave me scritches. Some noise

startled me, and I jumped off.

Oh, and, this is what it looked like after the snow stopped falling yesterday afternoon.

White Wednesday

This is what it looks like outside at 8 AM today. I asked Mom to take pictures during the day so you can all see the snow pile up! It's hard to see the street.We got about four or five inches of snow yesterday, as you can see in the photo below, taken after Mom got home. Mom said the driving was a real "slip sliding away" adventure. (Not for her new metal masheen, though. She says it's great in snow.)Lookit how much snow we are supposed to get today. (That's 20 - 35 cm)Mom is staying home. She's not going out in the snow. That's okay with me, but I gotta say,the heated cat cup is MINE!

(Mom can nap in her own bed.)



Thanks to Megan for alerting us about the enormous cyclone hitting Australia. Please send purrs to all the pusscats and their beans in stormy areas today.

The Big One Tuesday

*thud*

Holey Moley Monday!

WHAT? Whaddya mean, we're gonna have MORE SNOW on Tuesday and Wednesday and you want to spend the time with me in my hammock?

Mom, you -know- there's only room for me!

Oh dear, I think my poor Mom is gonna lose it for sure...

Snoozy Saturday

It's warm outside (above freezing), the sun is out, the snow is melting a little bit. Mom's been watching tennis while she sews, and I'm napping. It's a perfect day.

Finally Friday!

Here's what it looks like outside this morning:Lots of snow. It has been a very snowy January, as you can see from this graphic from the news.
Concord is about a 20 minute drive north of here, and is the only place in the state of New Hampster where the official weather records are kept.

The good news is there is no snow in the forecast for the next few days. Mom was so happy she brought her new metal masheen for a bath.

It's another one of those I'm-so-glad-I'm-a-Cat moments!

Thinking Thursday

We're supposed to have a little bit of snow today. Supposed to have between 2 - 4" (5 - 10 cm).

What did we get? 7" (17.78cm).

And if that wasn't bad enough, Roger Federer lost in Australia.

Oh No Wednesday!

Oh no, more snow coming!

Oh no, no Nadal! (He lost is quarterfinal match at the Australian Open.)

On no, Mom's iron died! (She needs it to sew.)


Oh, no Mom. I'm not moving.

Tuxie Tuesday

This fabric needs a good coating of my furs...


Hey gang, my pal Bubbles, one of my oldest blogging buddies, is very sick. I would appreciate it a lot if you could go visit and leave some purrs.

Snug as a Bug in a Rug

It's -9 F outside this morning. (-22 C) I intend to spend the day here, in my heated cat cup.

Mom has to go day hunting.

Can I say again how glad I am to be a cat?

Snowbank Saturday

Just thought you'd like to see how much snow we have here in New Hampster. It's a beautiful day out. Sunny, blue skies, no wind, and the temperature is 25F (-3.8 C).

The snowbanks are so high, it is hard for anybody in a metal masheen to see if there is a car coming to turn onto a street.

For Ayla and Iza who asked a few days ago, the When When Contest usually starts in March, if there's enough snow on the ground.

You Have Got To Be Kidding Me Friday

More freaking snow.
but wait... there's more!

It's supposed to be minus 13 F on Monday! (That's -25C. And yes, that's frickin' cold!)

Thursday Thought

I like sitting on this comfy aff-ghan, watching the feather toy Mom is dragging around.

I'm done chasing it, but she doesn't know that!

Heh.

Not Wordless Wednesday

Snow occupies space. This fact is lost on many who do not live with the stuff.

You should see the big pile of snow in the back yard. I'll show you a picture when it gets light enough for Mom to take one.Holy Bast! See that fence at the far right? That's six feet tall (over 183 cm). And see that coating on Mom's metal masheen? That's a layer of ice! And on the ground... ice!

(you can click the photo to biggify)

Tuesday Tennis

It's all Tennis, all the time here. Mom's watching the Australian Open. It's a lot more interesting than watching the snow fall.

Yeah, we got more snow coming today, and freezing rain. Yuk.

Millie Monday

Dear Megan,

I do nap a lot. It's in my job description. However, I also practice Yoga faithfully.

Sunday Dusting

When it snows a little bit like this, it is called a "dusting." That big pile of snow in the background is over six feet tall (that's almost 2 meters for my Aussie pals).

Last night Mom was so involved with sewing she forgot to feed me my dinner! I had to remind her. Can you imagine?

Snoozy Saturday

It's nice and sunny here (although it is very cold out, 20F, -6.6C). When it's sunny, I like to nap in my cat hammock. Later, I'll move to my tent, and after dinner I'll nap in the heated cat cup.

Formerly Feral Friday

Yes, Megan, my Mom is a patient lady. When I came to live here over four years ago I was a feral kitty. Mom wanted a lap cat, but she got me instead. I didn't do laps then, and I don't do them now. Mom learned early on that if she wanted my trust, she would have to earn it. She did that by NOT trying to get close to me, and by NOT trying to touch me and NOT trying to pick me up. She learned that I always need to have an "escape route" from any room, and she's learned not to block the "escape route."

I have taught her WHEN I want to be petted, WHERE I want to be petted, and HOW LONG I want to be petted. Mom has learned those rules, and we get along fine. Last night, for example, I lay down next to her while she was in bed sleeping.

While I often tease my Mom, I know she's one smart cookie (that's a term of endearment). She made me the tent way back in September 2007. You can read about it here. I didn't use it then because of the escape route thing. But now, years later, I use the tent when I am alone in the house. What can I say? It's a great napping spot. I love having different napping spots.

She bought me the heated cat cup years ago, and I didn't like that when it was new either, but Mom is persistent, and one day I just discovered how nice a napping spot it was.

So yeah, it's good to be formerly feral, but better if you have a very smart, and patient Mom.