Wednesday, September 30, 2015

A Week With Pilchard

Ugh. Mom and her flashy box. She had the "bright" idea to take a photo a day and show you how life is for me. She will tell me that in her "next life", whatever that is, she's coming back as a housecat.

A week ago Sunday, mom did laundry. She brings it upstairs and dumps it in the middle of the bed.

There's usually enough for both Mija and I to make nests for sleeping.

On Monday, we start a week of mom going to work. She gets up and wanders into the kitchen. I race ahead and hop up onto the footstool.

From here, I can see the kitchen and mom's attempts at breakfast. Plus, I can remind her not to leave the house without ear scratches and treats.

Mija and I go back to mom's bed where we spend the day while she's working. When she comes home, Mija hops down and goes to greet mom. I wait. Here's where I was on Tuesday.

I know she'll come back here to find me. This is my spot.

Wednesday morning, mom made frozen waffles and sat down to read and eat her waffles before getting dressed for work. I decided some supervision was in order.

Waffles are not as good as treats. Maple syrup makes my fur sticky. How do humans eat that stuff?

On Thursday evening, there was a nice breeze coming in through the window. We've had a lot of birds in the trees outside the window so I like to watch them.

Mom had to leave early in the morning on Friday. She said she spent a lot of time in the car. I don't like to go anywhere in the car so I don't know how she can spend all day with that thing. When she came home, she gave us extra treats because she was gone for a long time.

With the change of seasons, mom gets noisier on Saturdays. She will, sometimes, watch this stuff called "football" on TV. I can sit in her lap except she gets very excited when her team scores something called a "touchdown". Mom will cheer and try to jump up so lying in her lap is useless. I go to the back of the recliner.

She calls me her "Hawkeye cat". I don't know what that means but I do know this blanket is so soft and I like to lie on it. I just wish mom wasn't so noisy.

On Sunday, it was combing time.

I had a nasty hairball last week. It scared me so much that I stepped in it. That meant I had to get my feet washed which was most unpleasant. I got shut in the bathroom while we cleaned my toes. Then I ran under the bed while mom cleaned up the mess in the hall. I was so embarrassed. She combs me about once a week, but said that probably wasn't enough so I have been combed every 2-3 days. She keeps telling me how pretty I am and, actually, rubbing my chin on the comb does feel nice.

So, that's my week. What's your week like?



Monday, September 28, 2015

Sunshine Porch with Julie

Julie: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
This sun feels SO good!

I am so happy! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I guess you know how much I love sunbeams and heat!

I also like my box on the porch.

Such a great place to snooze.
Still many pleasant days in the Fall!

Purrs you all have some sunshine !
Did you see the supermoon eclipse last night?
Did you get meow at it ? 

Monday, September 21, 2015

Table Time with Julie

Julie: Hi! I am doing some body stretches  on this table.

It is the right size for me.

It is nice as I get window views and light.

This is a simple pose with straight tail.

Same pose with crooked tail.

Slight body turn and head turn.
This pose gets  most people excited.
They think it is cute. Use that to your advantage!

Mom is not biting* as we had breakfast  not long ago.

That's OK as I really came up here for a snooze anyway.

Have a happy Monday.

* =  not playing along with my wishes

Monday, September 14, 2015

Midnight Monday with Julie

Julie: The other week, I was having a really good
snooze on the porch.

I like to block out the light when I snooze.

I also get very relaxed.

Oh, this is the life!

What was that you said Mom?
I better be careful not to fall off?


Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Look Mom!

As summer winds down, I find bugs tend to come into the house more. Such was the case last month. I was in my home office and I heard the girls racing around the living room. Then, I heard the distinctive sound of a cat with prey. Oh dear. What, on earth, could they have now.

That's a very large grasshopper. I have no idea how it got into the house, but Pilchard had it cornered, so to speak.

I tried to catch it to toss it outside, not because I didn't want them eating it, but because I didn't want them colliding with something, knocking something over, or getting hurt while chasing it. But, it vaulted away from me and I lost it. Never did find it or any pieces.

We have moths coming in now and I try to catch those and toss them outside for the same reason as mentioned above. It gives them exercise to chase moths, but they don't always watch where they are jumping.

Happy end of summer buggy days to you.

Pilchard's mom