Halloween

Mom has not been a fan of Halloween ever but with that much talked about working the rotating shift work for over 12 hrs. a day (or night) for years, she was never here to hand out candy anyway. The shift work is not an option any longer but she has no interest at all in trying to lure kids here with candy (that I have seen her eat before..any ol' time). So for years and years, the porch light is off and everyone knew I wasn't here. Those kids have moved or just gotten a bit older so..the neighborhood is bereft of kids trick or treating age anyway.

Besides, tonight is the Tennessee-So. Carolina game. Night game at 1945. She'd be watching that anyway.

I woke her up a little bit in the wee small hours and planted my warm pink pads right on her mouth. She had no choice but to kiss my foot! Guess I have her trained. I exploded into loud raucous purring when she did wake enough to weakly give my wee furry foot and pads a kissy or two. Do I have her trained, or what?

So..nothing to report other than anyone knocking on the door this evening will find themselves having to walk the plank. Arrrrgh.

Beautiful Fall Day

Mom said it is a beautiful Fall day out there. She was up on the treadmill and so tempted to get off and go outside and trudge up all the hills. However, I sat there watching her and sending her a thought that she'd be better off on the treadmill for then. If she got off, she would not have finished her workout. She obeyed and stayed up there but went out a little later with the camera.

BeanTown boy thought maybe she should have been put in the brig for a while last blog because she went off and left me. I thought that was an excellent idea and in my way, I had her in the brig this very morning and at my mercy. I spoke rather loudly at 3 in the morning. She woke and patted her pillow which means "come on up". I admit I loved on her then but showed no mercy later at 5 am when I came back singing reveille again. She was fairly decent about it. At 7am I insisted she get up!! I needed my breakfast.

I think I heard her murmur to someone a few days ago that I was a loving but very clingy cat. I may have to cling some more! That'll show her.

All is well here in my small harbor and I hope you sail in to see me. She gets boring and I need other faces and petting. I hope she didn't read that.

I'll show her!

Mom did not get home till after 8PM. Now how's THAT for making me wait for my supper! I always get fed at 5PM when she's here. That is suppertime. If I could hold my supper dish the way Snoopy does, I would! 8PM! I was hungry, people. My sides were caving in. While my sides were caving in and my stomach was scraping my back bone, she was over in the Big City eating popcorn (no idea what she sees in that when there is tender Beef and gravy available. Go figure her out of you can. I can't) and watching the football game in which the Tennessee Vols showed they are indeed rebuilding and not static at all.

We could have won that game I heard her say as well, if only Special teams (the punter!!!!!) would wake up and smell the Fancy Feast! He is the one who lost the game. It was UT vs Ala. Alabama was the top in the Poll. Florida, she said, had fallen to 2 due to the confrontation at Arkansas. None the less, it was a good game and mom believes that UT will once again be the top in college football.

She came home from church and started cleaning house. I had to move from room to room;. She raised me not to be afraid of the vacuum just as she has her other pets. She carried me in one arm and vacuumed with the other when I was a kitten. Works every time. I have the safety of mom and I learn not to be startled so much.

Gotta go. She wants to read the Sunday paper (her favorite thing is to read the silly paper..why does she get irritated when I sit on it and read it too? Is that fair!? I think not.

I know her son took pictures of that baby who was renamed Coco. But he has not sent any to us yet. Here is one that just came in. Mom entitled it "I'm a BIG girl now!"

Ahead full.

Good Grief

I'm going to be stuck all by myself for a long time tomorrow. She is going to watch the UT vs AL game with two of her sons. Over at the youngest ones home. She knows that our team will lose. It's a question as to how much by. That sounded totally ungrammatical. I must ask her to correct my grammar when it needs doing.

If she's gone, who is going to love on me, pet me, give me lots of kisses and talk to me? NO one. I'm mad. She said I'm too spoiled. I say I am just exactly right. After all, who kisses me, pets me, loves on me and causes me to expect all of that? Her! Case closed.

That new baby I wrote about a few days ago is doing well. Her son is going to see her, whose name was changed to Coco, tomorrow. I know mom can hardly wait to see how the baby is doing with her new mommy. I know her son will take pictures. (like I care! No room for a baby in my life..I have all I can handle with mom!) Coco is still drinking from a bottle for all of her meals. Still too little for any solids.

I need to have my tiny little ounce of skim milk. That's my night cap.

Bye for now...ahoy! Avast.

Baby Pic

Mom said she almost didn't want me to blog again because then that adorable baby picture would go away. She has a video of that baby on her blog on Spaces Live and she herself keeps watching and listening to it. My goodness..I may be twelve years old but I am every bit as adorable and beautiful and sweet and precious as that ol' baby kitten is!

You might think she'd never seen one before. Of course when she rescued me, I was about 5 months old. A teenager. Goodness, I used to bite all of her phone cords in two..I did that over and over until she was forced to get the portable type phone. That fixed my little furry wagon alright, I admit it.

I also used to go to her bedroom door and holler at her while she was trying to sleep during the day while she was working her 12 hr. midnight shifts. Got my wagon fixed again because she bought those tough plastic car mats with the stipples that hold it to the car's carpet better, and turned it stipple side up, I'll have you know, so that my delicate paws would hate stepping on that, and she placed them right outside the hallway door. That meant no way could I go down the hall and scream at her door! UNFAIR! I ought to have filed a Cat Grievance on her!!! I'd go to try to bump open the door so I could go down and scream..I stepped on that awful surface..I had to go back and take a nap till she got up. Made me mad..made Mom glad.

I'll wager if I stay in here long enough she'll go look at that stupid video again and go on and on about how cute that blue eyed baby is!!!