Sunday, January 4, 2015

The Best Present of All


 
It was a sad weekend.  Mom and dad took down our tree and put away all the decorations and ornaments.   I pouted.  
 
We did get lots of gifts...we needed to add to our stash of toys.   Not all the squeakers work in Grete woofies' playthings so of course she needed new ones.   Nip gets stale too so we now have fresh Yeoww toys to whap and bunnykick.

 
As you can see, there is one present I refuse to give up.  When I'm not guarding it, the others take turns...it's a purrfect fit.

 
Some of you may be wondering if I'm getting out in my garden.  Not so much right now.  It's been cold and wet.  My garden looks more like a mud farm than my beloved magical oasis.  
 
Soon though...soon enough it will be spring.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Happy Gotcha Day Cecilia!

 
Hi there!  I'll come closer so we can hang out together.   Can you believe that it's my Gotcha Day?  Yup.  On New Years Day in 2008, I decided that being outside on my own was a total bummer and I walked into the kitchen of my new forever home.
 
Mom and dad said I was so beautiful they were sure I had a family and I was just lost.   They made posters of me and plastered my description all over the neighborhood and on Craigslist.  Nothing.   They went door to door.   Nothing.

 
I know.  How could someone NOT be looking for me?
 
Well, it all turned out just fine if you ask me.
 
 
So Happy New Year to all my furriends and Happy Gotcha Day to me!



Tuesday, December 23, 2014

It's So Hard to Wait for Santa Paws



 
Cory:  Momma, you don't think Santa saw me pull the bow off the package...do you?
 
Ellie:  Of course not Cory, and if he asks, I'll tell him I did it.
 
That's what mommas are for.
 
 

Sunday, December 21, 2014

I am Not a Snob!

 
I don't want much for Christmas.  My needs are few.   What I really wanted the most was for my mom to help me say hello to my furriends.
 
After I let it be known that I don't want much...a horrible thing happened.   My mom called me a cheese snob!  What?  Not only that...a sock snob!  I'm hurt.
 
How could this have happened?
 
 
Well....um, I suppose maybe if I think about it, I did kind of turn up my nose at the
Swiss cheese I was offered.   And the medium sharp cheddar too.   And the Irish cheddar as well.
 
I only want the limited edition extra sharp four year vintage Tillamook white cheddar.   Once you've had it you'll never go back.

 
And about the socks.   I've been caught only singing to my dad's wool socks.   The wool blend and fleece socks are now not good enough for me.  
 
I'm not a kitten anymore.   I'm going for what I want in life.