Sorta Fatty Friday

Just pretend this is Friday as I am getting it out early since mom didn't bother herself to help me toDAY!!! Just because she was waiting on the C-o-m-c-a-s-t man and just because the modem was not doing well I do not see that as a valid excuse and I think she should have written it out by hand and stuck it to the cable line with tape and sent it out that way. But did she? Nooooooo. So I have to claw it out myself. She got that box out again and caught me a few minutes ago relaxing, in my catloaf position after having a small snack. She wants to showcase what she calls my rounded figure. She said just running her hands over my beautiful self she can tell I have gained a significant amount of weight. This coming Monday will be two weeks since I got started with my "treats".

Here I am. She insulted me and said she'd need her wide angle lens before long and was I going to take up wrestling? I told her to find out some morning long about 0300 hrs. (when I get in there with her and we have a friendly tussle!)

Wordless Wednesday (sorta)

Time for a bath..mommy said my furs are starting to gleam again!!!

Tummie Tuesday

And MY tummie is a lot fuller than it used to be!

Monday Musings

Kitties! Was it James Brown who sang what ever song has the words "I feel good! The way that I should" and that laxative commercial used it too. Well, I feel good--the way that I should.

Oh, I'm napping as always-- after all I am not too much of a spring chicken though I'm not a squillion yet. But in between naps, I thunder up and down the hall some and I am able to leap tall tables in a single bound! I can get into beds all over the house and while mom's asleep (she noticed this finally!) I can and do inspect the counters in the kitchen as I patrol the windows against deadly introoders who would disturb her. I have furred all of the fabric in the house attractively and other duties too numerous to mention.

I am eating up to 3 cans of Fancy Feast a day and my dry fuds too. Drinking like the sailor I am, and leaving a full litterbox for mom! Well..she asked for it didn't she? Mommy took that picture day before yesterday. Soon I will expand past the frame, MOL.

Remembrance

Mommy is taking this day to remember Robin, who came before me. She was the smartest girl ever and she helped raise my three human brother beans. They loved her very much and when she went to the Rainbow Bridge, mom nor the brother beans wanted another baby because they couldn't bear going through the pain ever again of losing one. But Mom saw my face and fell totally and deeply in love and you know the rest of the story. *smiles*.

Robin was also a Tortie, mostly black with designer orange and butter yellow arranged attractively. She was a petite girl who once only got to 7 pounds. Her fighting weight was 6.3. She was an indoor-outdoor girl who was not allowed to be out after supper time. Her territory was small..three houses..and she looked both ways for traffic before she crossed the road (she did..mom saw her do it over and over). When she wanted to be fed, she went to the cabinet with the paper plates and pawed it open and if they were within reach, she knocked them down onto the counter. Then, she truly went to the Fancy Feast cabinet and opened that cabinet door too. If she could she knocked down a can of Fancy Feast. She couldn't open it but she knew the racket she made (mom and brothers loved watching her) would get the can opened and the contents into her plate.

She was a fierce hunter and we never learned to look at her before we opened the door.. hence many small rabbits, small squirrels, birds, mice, snakes too along with chipmunks and lizards were brought in to add to the larder. Mostly however, they were alive and therefore started a foot race with mom or the boys to capture and release them. We lost more times than we won.

Mom and my brothers still talk about her with love and now with smiles. She was deeply loved just as I am. I came to live here two years after Robin went to the Bridge at 16 years of age. She's my mentor. Her date of passing became my birthday. December 11th. I was a rescue so we don't know my real birthday except approximately. Here is to Robin's sweet memory. ♥

This is Robin saying her prayers..she did this frequently.