From Sweet Nothings to Slobber

Hi, furriends!

Last week, Bridget was whispering in my ear. I think it was sweet nothings or just plain nothings, because I couldn't understand a word she said. She talked the whole time through ear fluff and I pretended to listen, having her think I was taking it all in.

I have to tell you, lately she's been in my face, cuddled up close so I can hardly breathe, or up my behind. It isn't just that, either. She launches into her licking, cleaning mode and I bear the brunt of it with my furs all messed up. This goes on for about 15 solid minutes. Ugh!

Then, there's after the bath when she turns around and sits on me!! Her fluffy, fat a$$, heavy as a tank crushes me to death!

And, if that isn't bad enough, she doesn't sit still. It's then she decides to give herself the scrubbing treatment, jiggling and wiggling and jerking around, jabbing me in the back with every movement.

Puleeze!! Help!! Get me away from this slobbering, scrub-fetish obsessed blimp so I can get my rest!!

That's all I have to say!

Scrubbed clean and mean, 

TOM

💤😺

 

Sweet Nothings

 Happy Monday!!

Here we are, back again and how crazy the past week has been...holy moley!! Best described as one of those cement mixers that goes round and round...hehe!!

Enough of that.

I don't know where the expression "sweet nothings" came from, but it's appropriate for what Bridget does constantly. She'll sit next to me and begin whispering in my ear, half of it I don't even understand since it's spoken through ear floof. See what I mean?

Anyway, what I do is move away since her heavy breathing tickles my ears and I have better things to do, like NAP!!

Sssshhhh! I'm dreaming!! Can't tell you what it's about 'til I wake up...

Purrs and best wishes from the Dream Team - Me, Bridget & Penny xoxoxo!

Tomorrow...!

 Hi, furriends!

I'm not going to get into politics other than to say a big day for humans in the US is going on tomorrow..

The housekeeper says it reminds her of Shakespeare's Macbeth.."Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day.." 

The creeping part is like Bridget when she stealths..sneaking up on the sound of a mouse. The only difference between her and the housekeeper and other humans is the political creeping that has been going on forever, filled with commercials everywhere, and the eventual catching of the mouse (voting) happening tomorrow, to end everything in chaos of a different kind.

Phew! I'm glad I'm a cat.

Bridget is glad she's a cat.

Penny's glad she couldn't care less.

Don't forget to vote tomorrow, my friends who are human..it's importante!! 

WHAT HAVE WE HERE??

Hello furriends!

Here we are, back again with a new post, a new week and new side shots!

I never realized until we were photographed together from the side that we have cheek stripes!

 

Look at Bridget!! Hahahaha!!! Looks like war paint!! No wonder she's so cantankerous!!

I know, I'm being cheeky..get it? Now, as for me, my side stripes are more subtle, delicately defined, accenting my profile in just the right manner in all kinds of light. The lines accent my features perfectly, my whiskers, too. Just call me...gee, I don't know...handsome?

You can call Bridget Sacajazilla, Indian for "Speaks with forked tongue."

Okay, I'll be nice. But...why? 

Getting the evil eye, so I better sign off.  Besides, I think I heard the bell for chow.

Til next time, check out your own good-lookin' profiles!

~TOM~

A Little of This 'n That

Hi, friends!

First, let me tell you that the editor was thrilled with all the photos (ahh...yeah, we picked the best ones we had showing our Maine Coon deliciousness!) I have to tell you, though, acceptance is one thing. Publication is another. The photos are scheduled for November, I think we already told you, to go with a story entitled "A Maine Coon Morning." It's about finding a bunch of old geezers guys sitting around in a general store talking about the one man's cat that died. It has a little twist at the end which the editor really liked. One of our other stories had to be rescheduled for publication, but it's been accepted. Yay! Just don't know yet when it'll be in print so we can share it with you.

Nothing else new, really. We've been watching the leaves being blown around, catching autumn whiffies at the window and cuddling up to stay warm on those crisp, chilly mornings that are coming fast and furious. Well, maybe not furious, but wooly caterpillars I've talked to say to make sure there are plenty of blankets.

Taking a second look at this photo of Bridget, I think she's losing some weight. Maybe it's just the camera angle. Don't tell her I said so! She likes to think of herself as having a willowy fizzeek.

Speaking of camera angles, look at the housekeeper's elephant leg!! She went to her doctor vet the other day and when she came home said she'd forgotten she wore her cat sox. But, he didn't say anything. Must not be a cat man. 

I'm afraid I've come to the end without any more to say. After all, we can't let life get too exciting and out of control, can we?? Hahaha!

Hugs & purrs,

Tom, Bridget & Penny xoxoxo

 

Maine Coon Me!

Hi, friends -

I consider myself Everycat. No special breed, although the housekeeper thinks I have a lot of Maine Coon in me. Since I talk a lot, she might be right. 

She's working on a story about Maine Coons - or at least, about somebody who has one - and the editor wants photos. Welll.....guess who's going to be up for that!!!

Here are a few to be submitted:

Some of you have seen the classic one professionally done of the original Tom Fishworthy which will be submitted in his memory:

Of course, Bridget got wind of all this and insists she has Maine Coon in her, too. Who am I to argue? So, some photos of her will also be considered since the man in the story lost his original Maine Coon and replaced it with a ladycat. Bridget is perfect.

Poor Penny. She'll just have to sit this one out, being Siamese and all.

We'll let you know how it goes. If accepted, the piece will go in the November issue of Maine Seniors.

Have a great week, everybody!!!

Purrs,

Tom, Bridget & Penny xoxoxo

She Still Has My Heart

Hi, friends,

I don't know how to put this, but I think Bridget is feeling like a cast off old shoe.

And, all because of Penny.

I don't blame her since Penny does create quite a stir. I'm intrigued with this unusual kitty with boundless energy, but that's where it ends. Bridget will always be my main squeeze, and I'm just lucky to have two bee-you-tee-ful ladycats now in my life. 

Our closeness has never been an issue. Here, we look like one cat with multiple legs, ears and crazy fur. All that with just one tail!!

Yes, we've been very close and will always be so. I almost wish Penny had brought a kitty with her so she wouldn't feel so left out. 

Anyway, Bridget gets playful and affectionate with all the cuteness she can muster.

Then, finally settles down and becomes all serious. 

My dear Bridget, seeing us together in all these photos, do you think you have to worry? Nope. Maybe you and I can find her a boyfriend, somebody who can keep up with her. We're the senior kitties here, now, remember, so together we'll deal. Purrsies, sweetie!

For all the mice I can fit in my heart, I love you.

TOM