Yeah, so I could see the rain hitting the windows and my first thought was…
Spring! Yeah, green grass, bugs and warm weather, yippee!
So I begged to go outside. Angel kept shaking her head “no” at me, but if I’m persistent I can wear her down.
So she finally put my harness and leash on me and let me outside.
MEOW – its WET out and its COLD out.
Who ever heard of a rainstorm on January 24th anyway?
Is this some crazy weather we’re having or what? I spent about three minutes outside before I couldn’t take the wet fur, so then I meowed until she let me back in the house.
Snowmobilers hate this stuff – they want it cold and fluffy, not cold and wet.
Cats Rule with wet fur.
Hey, I’d like you to meet Boots, my “cousin”.
He is very relaxed. I just don’t know how a cat can sleep with all these DOGS around (more cousins). Yipping and biting and running and snuffling on a cat’s belly.
Ick. Cats like to be left alone.
But Boots doesn’t seem to be bothered by all the dogs (5 puppies from two different mothers plus 5 other dogs besides), not to mention a “loner” dog that is waiting to get bred.
Here is a photo of some of the puppies, born 12-13-10 (Poodles) They sure are cute, but so much energy. And they smell like milk (although that IS a scent I do tend to like!)
But I know they’ll grow up to my size and then they want to run and play and jump – I like to cat nap.
What can you say….dogs!
Cats Rule!
Ok, so Hulk cleaned the pellet stove again.
This time, I ended up getting the hated bath…
MEOOWWWW - I hate baths
It should be against the law for a cat to have a bath, in the utility sink, in 5inches of water, with soap and the whole nasty works.
Even though Angel towel dries me and then spends about 10 minutes with her blow-dryer, it still takes HOURS for me to get dry and warm again.
I HATE BATHS!!!!
Oh, oh. I’m in trouble.
Last night I had to play, after the peeps went to bed. I know I was doing something frowned upon, something that would get my tail in a vise…
But I couldn’t hlep myself – I found myself attracted to the coffee table, like grains of iron to a magnet.
When Angel came down for breakfast, she found a coaster, a pot of Carmex and my “red-dot mouse” on the floor. The end of the recliner was up (I had snoozed on it – hence all my nocturnal energy) and Hulk’s blanket was half on the floor.
I’ll just pretend like it was some other deaf white cat who snuck in the house and caused all this disarray. I wouldn’t do that stuff – I’m a princess. She’ll forgive me. She always does.
Cats Rule!
Yup,
I surprised Angel when she came home from work last night…She found me curled up on top of the washing machine, sleeping.
A cat has to keep them guessing – it doesn’t pay to get too predictable.
Other sleeping places I like, besides my bed and theirs, is on the couch on top of the blankets, on Hulk’s office chair, on top of Angel’s desk, next to the heating vent sprawled out on top of my toys (Hulk puts the toys there otherwise I’ll lay up against the vent and no one gets any heat but me), in the kid’s closet on top of the Barbie case, in Angel’s closet behind the spare pillows.
Where do you like to sleep that is out of the ordinary?
Feel free to post a comment and let me know.
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