Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday in the House with Jonesie

::Meowwww::

Well my furriends, I'm still in the house.  Not only am I being safe, it's so icky and dreary and rainy and muddy I don't even want to be out there.  It's been pouring rain and it's windy and I don't think that will change any time soon. 

Good thing we have holiday dinners and furriends stopping by. 

Since I am responsible for growing some of the food for our feast, I'm invited as an honored dinner guest.

One of the dishes mom made for Christmas Eve dinner was a roasted beet salad.  I grew the beets myself.  From seed.  Here they are all roasted up and ready to get cut up for the salad.

Just yesterday dad went out in the muddy garden and harvested the rest of our carrots.  Yes, I grew these myself as well.  From seed.  Here they are all roasted up and  yummy.  Mom even put some of them in a lentil soup.

Mom and I ordered the seed from Renee's Garden Seeds and since they did so well, we'll be ordering more in 2012.  And if they sound familiar, this is the wonderful place that Raymond and Busby's mom works.   

And what's even cooler, if you order seeds from them, and use code FR227A Renee's seeds will give 25% of the order to United Paws!

They are awesome in supporting lots of charitable organizations.  You can get your seeds AND help kitties in need.  How cool is that?

Wordless Wednesday

Two plus Tuxie Tuesday

::lick lick lick::

Do you get the feeling we're being watched? 

Are we being upstaged?

I suppose now that Santa has been here...Figgy thinks he can do whatever he wants.

Boxing Day!

  

Our furriends brought over food in a box for Christmas...

It's all about the box, right?

That's why there's a special day for celebrating boxes.

And today is the day!

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Nigel:  We're wild with anticipation here at my house.  I stay close to the tree at all times so I won't miss an appearance by Santa.

Figaro:  zzzzzzzzzzz

Cory:  Figaro, you big lug...using me as a pillow and exposing  your belly to Santa will NOT get you more treats.  Or will it?

All of our stockings have been hung by the fire.

The stockings of all who came before are hung around the window near the tree. 

The presents are wrapped, just waiting for our claws to get in to them.

But what's that we hear???

Off in the distance???

Grete, would you go investigate?

Ohhh...I think I smell reindeer!!!!  In the woods!!!

I think it's going to be a wonderful Christmas!

Meowy Christmas everyone!!!

Society of Feline Gardeners-Thursday in the House with Jonesie

::Meowwww::

So my furriends, I'm sure by now you've heard from Ginger.  We are in serious lockdown.  My garden sanctuary was invaded by the worst of introoders.  A coyote.

We had a disturbed Jack Russell Terror in the yard...and once we even had a vishus cute deer.  

What's a garden cat to do? 

I've been spending my time looking out the glass door.  Looking out windows.

Relying on my best woofie pal and sister Grete to do the snoopervising for me.

Grete takes her job seriously.  She is not pleased that I can't come and play with her in the yard.   Mom and dad are trying to figure out what to do so I can still enjoy my favorite place in the whole world.

Dad took out an old and diseased apple tree.  He is replacing it with a Honey Crisp apple tree that I approved of.  It breaks my heart that dad had to handle this alone without me there by his side.

Grete promises to keep her nose to the ground to make sure no more evil introoders trespass into MY garden.

Stay safe my furriends.

Wordless Wednesday

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

::lap lap lap::

Huh?  Oh sorry, I didn't see you!

I've been feeling much better this past week after having a bunch of health issues...won't go into the details here because it's the week before Christmas and I don't want to gross out Santa.  I want him to visit me.  Just know that I'm doing ok.

It's been a really wild week here at Casa de Cory Ginger.   Some of you may know that we've been having a heck of a time with fleas.  They have been hard to control.  Mom gives us all Frontline and most recently mom got rid of all dog and cat beds that can't easily go in the washing machine.  In the process of trying to rid the house and us kitties of fleas, mom and dad got an information sheet from a holistic vet.  One of the suggestions was a good old fashioned flea comb. 

Mom had used these in the past, before Frontline and other things were available...back in the dark ages when our guardian angel Morgan was around.   I mean, it sounded archaic, but mom was willing to try anything.  Both Jonesie and I are allergic to flea bites and all it takes is one flea and we are miserable. 

So mom went to work.  First Grete...nothing.

Ellie, nothing

me, nothing

Cory, nothing

Bennette, nothing

Figaro, nothing

Jonesie...1 very fat flea (now a very dead flea)

So mom takes a look for the last kitty in the house, Nigel.  (Cecilia and Madison live in our workshop)

He never goes outside.  Never scratches.  Coat is gorgeous.

One swipe of the comb.  1 flea.  Another swipe of the comb.  2 more fleas.

I think you get the picture.  Nigel is a regular flea farm.  By the time mom was done, she combed 20 fleas off Nigel.

Nigel got re-treated with Frontline and mom sprayed his favorite cat tree sleeping spot.  She will keep combing him every day.

So now we can tell Santa who's been the source of it all...

And then...if that is not enough drama...I mean you know how I hate drama...

Dad was working in our backyard on Saturday morning.  Normally Figgy and Jonesie would go outside first thing on the weekend morning...but because of the flea situation, mom and dad have been keeping everyone inside until it's under control.

Well...dad goes out to the way back and he sees a coyote!!!!  In our yard!  Our safe haven!!!

Mom and dad have lived here like...since the dark ages and there has never been a coyote in our yard.

::shudders::

Well, as I think about it...if it weren't for the fleas and stuff, Jonesie and Figaro would have been outside in the yard.  And Nigel is the flea farm...so...maybe the fleas and Nigel are heroes because if Jonesie and Figaro had been let outside...::shudders::

Santa, leave an extra treat for Nigel, ok?

Mitten Monday

There I was, minding my own business...enjoying a snooze in my Daddy's lap. 

Life was good.

Then this happened....

Figaro...you big fat boy...can't you leave a little room for me? 

I was here first!

I suppose I better not complain too much...Santa might hear.