Some of Us Bathe Everyday

I like my fevver wand. You know I do. But somehow, it just isn't doin' it for me today. Mom's in the mood for somethin' called "Fall Cleaning", which sounds pretty weird to me.  I mean, I take a bath every day..sometimes several times a day, depending, not just in the Fall.  Anyway, she says she doesn't have time to let me in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and...  My only response to that is to remind her that I am Cat and she is staff, therefore, my bidding must be done..or else!  And, green poop notwithstanding, there's a durn squirrel out there to chase and I must be about it!

On My Appointed Rounds

Well, it's bloomin' cold here, today and I'm about to freeze my tuckus off, but that won't keep me from patrollin' the backyard for those terrorist squirrels, oh, no!
See, there's one! Now, I don't mind them eatin' the pecans..nope, don't begrudge'em a one. But the mess they make! Broken shells, outer pith, whole branches I tell you..and the poop! Oh-my-bloomin'-gosh! The poop is everywhere! Because they're eating the outer green skin to get to the inner papershell pe-CAHN, the wee beasties are squirtin' green poops everywhere!
Plus, they use very bad language..and they screech at me! Now, I'm not skeered of them, but it sure is annoyin' to be outside, meanderin' around mindin' your own business and one of those little creeps is goin' "Screeeeeech, Screeeeeech" at you. So, I've got one staked out and I'm gonna see if I can catch'im!

The SK's* Find Their Muse

Do you remember the other day, when Miss Daisy put up a coloring page of herself as a-gasp-Barracuda? Well, the SK's* thought her coloring page was pretty neat, so they had my mom copy out one for each of them and then got her to color one, too!

This is SK* Number 3's interpretation of Miss Daisy..he also happens to be 3 years old!
This is the Middle SK..who is 5 years old.
And this is SK* #1's version...she's 8 goin'-on-14 years old!
And, obvy, this is mom's workup of Miss Daisy...not too bad for somebody who's forgotten how many Crayons are in a box of 64..heh, heh!

*SK is "Sticky Kid" abbreviated.

Somebody call the Museum of Modern Art!

Wordless Wednesday

A One ManCat Anti-Squirrel Squad. Ur-rah!

That's the squirrel's nest. Or, I should say, a squirrel nest. It's not quite cold enough here for them to be spending days in the nest, but they do retreat at night.

Hokay! And, stretch, two, three, four, Bend, two, three, four.  I'm limberin' up so as to be agile and quick on the pounce.
Nekkid pe-CAHN tree, favored haunt of squirrels. These are still nut-heavy and from any of these branches, the little creepsters consider my backyard a target-rich environment-and guess who's the target?!
Here I go! I'm hopin' to bag me one o' them nutters and when I do, you'll be the first to know!

The Undercover Nutters Have Had Their Cover Blown

     I finally figured out why I'm obsessing with the squirrels all of a sudden. See, we've got 2 pecan trees (that's "pe-CAHN",  not "PEE-can"-just so's you know) in our backyard and in the last week or so, the foliage-a fancy word for "leaves"-has fallen, leavin' the nuts AND the furry freaks barenaked in the sky!

      Now, these squirrels are the most wasteful creatures I think I've ever seen. They scurry from branch to branch, takin' a bite here and a bite there, and wastin' whole nuts that way. Sure, there're plenty that fall to the ground that they'll likely bury a little later on, but for now, the squirrels are yakkin' at me and throwin' nuts at me. Really! 

A Squirrel In The Hand

Shhhh! There's a terrorist squirrel out there and the little creep knows I'm stuck inside, so he's sitting on the roof yellin' "Nanny-nanny-boo-boo!" at me. Why did I shush you if I'm inside and he's outside? I know, I obviously can't get to him, so you're not messin' with my mojo. I just want to make sure I hear everything he says for when I DO catch him...so as to "remind" him of what he said when he wants to know why I'm pickin' on 'im. Not that terrorist squirrels deserve decent treatment, but, I'm a decent mancat. 

So, what are you guys doin' today? Hopefully, I'm gettin' around to all my friends for a visit. You see, my mom has a new-fangled computer with an apple on the lid.  It speaks a whole different language than her old laptop, so she's dealing with her brain cells slow uptake of new information..she said the display on her old laptop had developed a lot of "noise" and she was unable to see or read clearly.  So, we've not been visitin' so much while she figures out how to work it. 

Happy Sunday!

We Are Not A Window

Yes, I'm sitting in front of the computer monitor. I'm sure you can all guess why. Once again, my mom has neglected to provide enough mental stimulation, treats, and playtime for the most important being in her life, namely me. I haven't the foggiest idea why she felt the need for photographic proof of my action..it's not like anyone in the Cat Blogosphere is gonna think I've done anything wrong. In fact, all my friends will be cheering me on, right? Oh, she scoops me up and puts me down and then I jump up again. We may do that several times before it dawns on her that I require attention. But, by then, I've decided that NOTHING will assuage my perception of neglect. Nothing.

Well, maybe a Temptation or two.

Or three.

Or...

Just Give Me The Gravy Boat And A Spoon

I love this time of year..I know, I've started a post with that before, but I DO! I've been hearin' some very interestin' talk around the house and there's quite a bit of it that could be benefittin' me. Words like "dinner" and "turkey" and "ham" and "giblets" and "gravy". YUM! Plus, since it's all cold outside, it's warm inside which is perfect snoozin' atmospherics. The other day they turned on the fireplace and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven..figuratively speakin', of course. AND, everybody's takin' to wearin' fleecy clothes and pullin' blankets over them when they sit on the couch or the loveseat. That's just like sendin' out an invitation  to a cat! "Wanted: Cozy feline company for snoozefest, no resume needed, just jump on up." And the extra furry/snuggly/soft socks are drivin' me WILD! They go walkin' by and if you belly up at just the right moment, they take that as an invitation to rub your tummy with a sock-covered foot. Well, you all know that's just license to grab said foot and BUNNY KICK IT 'TIL IT'S DEAD!! And then put the bitey on it!

See, isn't this time of year grand?!

Cats No Floss

Is there anything more comforting than sitting with your bean at the end of a busy day? It's cold outside and warm inside.  It's snuggle time!

Yesterday mom felt the need to show the ENTIRE WORLD my food bowl, my water bowl, and my crunchies dispenser.  Why? I haven't got a clue. She says it's because of my tongue stickin' waaaaaay out like that.  I'm agreein' with Gandalf and Grayson, who suggested I set some boundaries.  NO FOOD-EATIN' PICTURES!  Somecat also mentioned the little bits of food in my water dish. I keep tellin' her to keep that thing cleaned and full of fresh water, but she asserts she'll not be givin' me fresh water 3 times a day. Why not? 

Do you see what Huffle Mawson the Explorer Cat gave me? Wasn't that nice of her? Thank you, Huffle! 

Well, I'm off to take attendance..I need to check on Osbert Shell-E the turtle and the hamsters and also do a headcount of the evil terrorist squirrels. I need an accurate number in order to formulate assault plans! Heh.

Wordless Wednesday

Leftover Spiders and Layouts

Don't spiders hibernate in the fall and winter or somethin'? I thought they did, but here's a fuzzy spider, you know the kind, and he's hangin' out in my doorway. Mom calls him a fly spider, which he may well be, but he's also got some wicked green-y lookin' fangs and I'm sure he'd suck my bloods if he jumped on me. Not that I'm skeered of 'im or anythin'. 

Anyway, I've had mom hard at work addin' all my friends to our new reader, and while I've got squillions of you on there, there are many more I've yet to include.  I've also got to get her to put all my awards, remembrances and special things back up..for some reason she went a little nuts on the "delete" key a few months ago and took everything off..what was that about? I couldn't tell you.

Hey, did you see Parker's new blog layout? Oh, and somebody else got a new one..from Ana, who is Chica and Pumuckl's mom.  Sniffie, Allie and the gang got a new layout, too!  Don't they look great?

I've been thinkin' about a new layout, but I like how well the pictures show up against the black, and the text, too. What do you think? If you were gonna redo me..knowin' me and all, how would you do it?

ManCat Monday

There's something about a sunny autumn day. I've found a rare moment when the sun shines in my doorway and warms the rug beneath me.  I close my eyes against the sun's brightness and in it's warmth find myself growing sleepy. MMmmmm. Sleepy. 

Sleepin'.

Which Way Did He Go?

I love this time of year. The sky is just that shade of blue that can't possibly be duplicated in oils, crayon, or watercolor. Dried leaves skitter across the grass. The air has a chill that makes one frisky instead of cold and I dance crabwise at the approach of a leaf only to dart away, eyes aglow.
Overhead the Canada geese call on their daily circuit about the city and the lawnmowers are laid to rest.

And that bushy-tailed rodent has the effrontery to hang UPSIDE DOWN only 10 feet above my head and natter on about squirrel-ly things. That's what he sounds like! Natter, natter, natter. And every time I think he's gone on to do whatever those blighters do, and I turn my back to seek some amusement, he's BACK! I'll tell you what I really think. He's skeered of me! I've got'im treed! Hah!

I'm gonna go tell mom she'd better Google a recipe for squirrel pie. Not for her! For me!

There's A Squirrel In My Boot

Aww, dang. That dad-blamed squirrel is makin' me nuts. He's sittin' half-way up the fir tree in the corner just yakkin' away. I'm glad I don't unnerstan' squirrel, 'cause it doan soun' like he's talkin' too friendly-like, you know? Now that I'm allowed "supervised" outings in the backyard, and the weather's become a bit brisk, the squirrels are buryin' pecans double-time. There's a female grackle hangin' out on the fence nearby, and I think she's markin' wherever that squirrel buries a nut for future reference. Which is fine with me, the fewer bushy-tailed tree-climbin' rodents, the better.

Did you know that Blogroller went belly-up on account of bein' hacked to death by some mean people? Well, they did. So, the blogroll I had over there in the right sidebar, which I used to visit everbody, no longer exists. Now, I gotta rebuild it using Blogger's gadget, which is takin' me FOR-EV-ER on account of my typist (mom) thinks she needs to do other things besides what I tell her. The noive! If you look over there, and you don't see yourself, I'd be much obliged if you'd leave me a link so I can come on over and set a spell at yore place. Thank ye, kindly.

Oh, and look up there at the top, now wouldja? There are only so much a many days left until Santa Claus comes and fulfills my wildest dreams! There are also only so much a many days left until I send out my Christmas Cards to alllllllll my friends in the Cat Blogosphere. If you'd like to exchange Christmas Cards this year, jus' do whut it sez, and all will be well.

I can't think of anything else to say, so, Have a Great Saturday!

It's The Payback That Never Ends

Do you remember this? Back, oh, eons ago, I volunteered to try out a nifty tag that the crafty mom over at PurrPrints made. I chose a tag that would compliment both my savoire faire and my furs, and she shipped it right on over to me. BUT, the evil, metal mail-mashing masheen at the USPS killed it! Yup, broke it up inta teeny-tiny little pieces! Okay, I may be exaggerating a bit, but it was broken up into 2 pieces. So, after much wailing and gnashing of fangs, I popped on over to PurrPrints to share the news, whereupon they wailed and gnashed their fangs-and sent me another one!
Not only that, they very kindly included a spider for me to kill (W00t!) and candy for my mom (double W00t!), along with instructions and a purty little card-for business purposes, don'tcha' know. The padded envelope it all came in sat on my mom's desk while she lolled around Victoria, BC for 2 weeks-for which I extend a heartfelt apology to the brilliant maker of said tag.
My mom had purchased 2, count'em TWO collars on which to sport my fancy, purty tag and we chose the black one to try first.
As you can see, it looks simply SMASHING! Plus, I like it. BUT, the included hook-y thing, which is properly called a, uh, well, whatever it's called, made the tag hang clear down to my navel. (Yes, cats have navels! Everybody's got a navel!) So, mom took the tag off of the hook-y thing and, using her fancy split-ring pliers, managed to get the tags onto the split ring that came with the collar and, VIOLA! (yes, I know that's misspelled! It's just for effect.) One handsome mancat with Art-y Deco-y collar! Or would you call it Renaissance? You know, to go along with my savoire faire (that's French for "purty cool")?
I know, I look good! So, run on over to the kind cats at PurrPrints and importune them to put their mom to work and make one for you! And your friends! And your neighbors! And everybody!

Oh. My goodness. Were you doing something here? On this desk? Oh, on the beading mat. Which beading mat? Ah. The beading mat I'm sitting on! In your way? I am? Oh, pardonnez-moi. I did not mean to stifle your creativity and interrupt your flow, no, indeed, not! I do think you might benefit from my company, tho'. Especially since you were so deprived of it whilst you vacationed up North. Eh?

Speaking of having a brain like a sieve (mom!):

In addition to all the other kind folks to passed it on to me before my mom went up North and learned to say "eh!", oh, and by the way, ABANDONED me, I received this award from Skeezy, Camie's Kitties, and the girls over at Simply Cats ! 'Course, you all know that this purty award for the "coolest blog I ever know" was given many moons ago. Ol' Mush For Brains Mom is waaaaaaay behind the curve and runnin' to catch up, so you'll forgive her, won't you? And a big "Thank You!" to everybody who honored me! I love you, too!

Dona Nobis Pacem

I don't think there's anything we all want more than peace.
A peace that passes our understanding.
A peace that is real and true and everlasting, with all the benefits that being in peace and at peace implies.
I have peace. I hope for peace. I pray for peace.
Let there be peace on Earth.

Wordless Wednesday

Shedding Just Happens, Doesn't It?

Well, would you look at that?
Can you believe how much fur I've left on mom's beading mat? Goodness gracious, I didn't know I was shedding that much, and at this time of year, too! Oh! Whoops, I believe I may have left a bit of cat litter, too. Fell out from between my toes, I'll bet.
Look at that nice, clean lint roller. What's mom doin' with it, I wonder?
My, my, it sure does a good job pickin' up my furs.
Would you just lookit that? It took two sheets to remove all the furs! Two of them!

Man, I do good work, don't I?

'Course, I'm sure I could find another place to leave all those furs...with the right encouragement ::wink, wink::

Unfinished Business

Although I've decided to put the events of last week behind me, I must still attempt to hide my face in shame. I have been, over the last couple of months, awarded many fine remembrances by my esteemed friends in the blogosphere. The woman who calls herself my Staff has neglected to acknowledge them on my blog, although she did help my go by and thank the giver's on their own blogs. Today, I'd like to rectify that oversight.

September 12th, my good friends Skeeter, LC and Ayla were so kind to pass on the above award. I love the graphic on this and PurrPrints are uniquely talented, aren't they? Thank you, Skeeter, LC and Ayla! You are fine friends indeed!
This lovely remembrance was given me by Parker, but I honestly forgot to include the date in the file name. Parker, please forgive my poor memory, but also please know how I appreciate your thinking of me.
Kilroy gave me this very romantic looking award, but again, SOMEBODY has a memory like a sieve, but don't think I don't appreciate it, Kilroy. I do!
Abby and Stygia gave me this primo Brillante Weblog award on August 22nd-I must have been conscious that day. Thank you, ladies!
And now, I turn to a very important subject. Diabetes is a deadly disease. It attacks the young and old, rich and poor, ignorant and educated with devastating effect. A cure is important and necessary and couldn't be found soon enough. I'll be supporting Parker's desire to call attention to Diabetes and Diabetes month by putting the above banner on my blog, too! Soon, I hope, a cure will be found.

Pee Ess: Due to the kerfuffle over at Blogroller, I'm working on rebuilding my blogroll from scratch. I've always used my blogroll to keep in touch with all of you and I'm using Skeezix' master blogroll to do rebuild a new one using Blogger's gadget. If you have a mind to, would you include a link to your blog in your comment for me? Even if you don't choose to comment, I'd still like to come over and see you, so please leave a link for me, eh? (That's what they say in Canada). Thank you!