Monday, March 25, 2019

The Toes Knows

Hi, friends!
The weekend's kinda cool because it usually gives me something to talk about on Mondays, meaning the blog is like gathering around a water cooler similar to humans. We check in with each other and see what's new. In the peep world, everybody then goes to work. All caught up, we cats take a nap.

This weekend, I had a visitor. Sybil the squirrel dropped by to show me her nails. She always gets them done at the salon where she goes and she just has to show them off.

Doesn't she look like she's talking with her hands? Haha! Actually, she does talk with her hands, just not in this photo.

Her visit dd get me thinking. We cats will never get the kind of manicure she was so proud of. Sure, we get our nails clipped. But, we don't get a chance to be fussed over in a fancy place where they gently file your nails, buff them and apply a pretty polish. Too bad, in a way.
Cats have found themselves happy that we have the toe beans we show off now and then and our claws (nails) are handy only when needed.

And our toes are sooooofffft! And they get kissed on occasion, too!

All right, I'll stop now. I don't want Sybil to get jealous when she reads this!

All rosey toesy,

Monday, March 18, 2019

A Friendversary

It's a happy day around here as we celebrate my five-year friendship with Bridget de la Furr. She was just Bridget for the longest time and then I got the bright idea to give her a surname. Mine—Fishworthy—didn't come right away, either. Pets usually are given the last names of their family, but it was kinda hard for us since an entire parish is considered family.

Here she is, a kitten, just a few months old:

From the very beginning, we were close. She never left my side.

This photo was taken recently. She listens to my words of wisdom in such a cute way, don't you think?

Yes, we have quite the friendship!

So, cheers little sidekick..may we have many more sunpuddles to share!


Monday, March 11, 2019

Stink-Eye Monday

One of the anthems around here is "My Way."

Everybody loves that song. People who can't sing sing it.
Celebrations of life, aka funerals, it's sung with gusto.

So, is everything in life really up to our way?

Setting clocks back, forward, up, down - whatever, isn't.
Taxes aren't. Yeah, try paying them your way and see what happens!!
Getting behind the wheel and driving. There are laws...!

That's all I can think of. I'm cranky today anyway because the
housekeeper is. I just stay out of her way, but I did want everyone to
know my thoughts about all this "My Way" business when we really
don't have things our way one hundred percent.

I might, though.

See if anybody gets to use this laptop as long I'm sitting on it!!

I think cats get their way more than humans do and that's a fact. Cats who are loved like me, of course!!


Monday, March 4, 2019

Bracing Ourselves

So, it's the beginning of the work week and everybody's bracing themselves, including me, for what lies ahead.

Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday and I intend to ignore my waistline such as it is and eat and eat.

I may also don the apparel that was a hit last year.

Wednesday is Ash Wednesday when people come and get their foreheads mussed up with dirt. Okay, blessed ashes.

Meanwhile, while the peasants, okay parishioners, get reminded that they'll be turning to dust, the world is again turning to mush with snow and piles of already seasoned salt and sand..

What a time..which brings to mind a certain sentiment by Minnesotian and fellow bard:

And there you have it. So, as Mae West so aptly put it: "Buckle up, it's gonna be a bumpy ride."

Buckled and bowed,

Monday, February 25, 2019

Secret to Handling Mondays

I had a brainstorm over the weekend.
No, I was safe, it didn't blow me away..well, maybe it did.

Since Mondays are hard on everybody, I thought it would be great to use my imagination (and there's plenty of it) to divert my attention from Monday's gruesomeness to something that gets me excited.

So, here I am. In a new role. No longer housecat. No longer parish cat...Instead, an LAPD detective, ready to sniff out crime, endlessly interrogate the pretty women and bring purrrps to justice.

Oh...have to run. Somebody on the phone says she's a witness and has important info purrtaining to my case. While I get the mud on that, feel free to enjoy my limerick and graphic.

"Hello?...Can you come to the station?...Okay, gimme an hour. Gotta grab me a sandwich over at the deli.."

Monday, February 18, 2019

Mr. Mad

Lincoln or Washington?

How about Fluffy or Fergus?

That's how much this day means to us cats. We don't get involved in politics, but if we did, we'd have our own heads of state with the national Gotcha Days for us all to celebrate. Now, that's an idea!

Just some rambling thoughts on this Monday. I'm trying to get out of a bad mood. Yes, I, too, get crabby and totally out of character. Doesn't happen very often, but when it does, look out!

So, I think I'll just relax, try to calm down and maybe I'll get special Presidents Day treats, that's if I'm even noticed or like I care..if the housekeeper hauls out the vacuum, I'm going to bite her ankle and hurl after she gets everything nice and clean, ha!

Failing miserably at good cheer,

Monday, February 11, 2019

Hearts Week *GAG ME*

I know I'm supposed to be gentle and tolerant, but the housekeeper is getting on my nerves with all her hearts all over the place. It started yesterday with my evening meal in the shape of a heart!

I can't wait to see what she does in my litter box! The woman is nuts!

Another bit of heart stuff hanging from a cupboard.

And this which is supposed to be showing Bridget de la Furr and myself.
I have no quarrel with this. It's actually rather sweet, but DO NOT let it be known I said that!

Happy Valentine's Day, efffurybody! It's this coming Thursday and if you go to my Facebook Page every day leading up to the big day of hearts, we'll be adding more of the housekeeper's valentine shenanigans and my two cents!

Yours with all my hearts,