Momma Meezer Tuesday

Hey there!  Welcome to our mess!  Not that I'm all that welcome.

I tried to help snoopervise the painting of the bathroom this weekend.  Do you think I was appreciated? 

NO!

Something about a deadline and something about my floofy tail not making a great paint brush.

Hey...is that a spider up there?

Whoa, the window is open...gotta go!

The tile guys are supposed to be here on Tuesday so that means my help snoopervision will once again be refused.

Memorial Day- Remembering Roger Ramjet

Roger Ramjet.

He wasn't our mom's first cat, but in many ways he was the cat who started it all.

Mom had adopted her first cat and soul mate Morgan from the Humane Society.  Nimue soon followed, being adopted from an ad in the newspaper.  All was happy and well for many years, until the summer of 1985.

The front door was open and the screen door closed.  There he was.  Paws on the door, looking in.  Mom had never adopted a stray before.  Mom and dad didn't know if he belonged to someone else in the neighborhood.  He wasn't um...uh...fixed.  They asked around and found that he'd been hanging out for quite sometime but no one claimed him.  Mom and dad got him fixed...and pretty soon he moved in for good.  He got a collar and tag.  He was SO PROUD of his collar and tag.  It meant so much to him.

He was something.  Larger than life.  Turns out every cat, dog, possum, raccoon in the neighborhood knew him.  And liked him.  Mom and dad finally figured that he was President of the Local Homeless Cat Union.  He regularly held meetings and invited non-cats to attend.  Just to keep the neighborhood peace.

He loved milk and would show up when families in the neighborhood had their morning cereal.  When he caught mice he'd always give parts to mom and dad...sometimes exactly half a mouse.  Sometimes only the heart.

He loved to ride shoulders, but only on the left side.

After 5 amazing years in our family, he developed severe kidney disease.  He passed away in June of 1990.

Ever since then, there has been a parade of strays who have been adopted by my family.  For each one the question is the same.  

Did Roger send you?

Society of Feline Gardeners-Thursday In The Garden With Jonesie

::3 paw taps::

The super secret password has been leaked!!!  As Ginger spilled the beans told you on Tuesday, we had an introoder kitty lurking in our garden.  In our nip!

Since all of us kitties know what it's like to be hungry...we're the first kitties to offer up a free meal.  Bennette was the first to alert mom of the visitor.  This triggers a primal urge to serve up a dish of Fancy Feast.

Mom stood back and waited...

In a few seconds the introoder was sniffing the air with wild excitement and then he/she/it was revealed.



Being me...and the queen of my garden...and Purresident of the Society of Feline Gardeners, I had to go over and introduce myself.  Mom asked me to be nice and let our guest eat.

I did.  This cat had a hearty appetite because all the food was gone quickly!  Not a lick left.  We have not seen the visitor since this past weekend, but we're not sure that means anything because mom and dad don't pay much attention to anything but work mid-week.

We must do something about that.

Dad was busy filling our trailer full of weeds and stuff. 

Our first poppy of the season has popped.

Our vegetable bed still hasNOTHING in it.  It's been cold and rainy.  That's no excuse!  I've given my mom and dad a deadline of this coming weekend to get something in the ground.  I've even started hissing at Figaro since I'm so upset about it. 

I won't complain too much because I know there are other people in the country who are suffering from horrible weather and tornadoes.  We don't have any of that so I will purr and count my blessings.



Wordless Wednesday

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

What a week!  Corywhippersnapper managed to free herself from the house for what seemed like an eternity.  I mean, with all the yowling and carrying on and drama you'd think she was lost in the wilderness for days and days!  I was within a few feet of her and saw the whole thing. 

She was outside for maybe 60 whole seconds.  Maybe 61.  I never would have let anything bad happen to her.  I'm nice that way.

Cory's not savvy like me. 

In other big yard happenings, we had an introoder show up!  He was initially hanging out in the catnip with Bennette, but then mom had to come out and see who was out there.  He/she hid well.  Can you see?  Look close.

Look closer!

Jonesie insists on telling you the rest of the story.  I guess you'll have to wait until Thursday ::rolls eyes::.

Sheesh, just because something new happens in the garden shouldn't mean that Jonesie gets to steal the story.

Mom is complaining that she is swamped with a project and won't be able to help us visit for awhile. She promises to help us post, but we'll mostly be lurking for the next couple of weeks.  I thought I was the only one allowed to complain.

Mitten Monday

I scared myself the other day.  I never go outside without 110% supervision.  I never try to escape.

I guess I should never say never.  This past weekend when mom came in the house with groceries...and she knew that dad and Grete were coming in right behind her...she didn't watch the door that closely.

Mom went in the house and didn't notice I had slipped outside.  By myself.

When dad came in with Grete about a minute later they found me on the deck, pawing at the door, yowling to get inside.  My eyes were HUGE!  Both my moms were on the other side of the door and I didn't know what to do!  It's a big world out there and it's scary with out your moms.

Dad brought me inside and I ran right for my momma Ellie.

I got a tongue bath that lasted quite awhile.

Happy Gotcha Day Grete!!!!

Woof!

Happy Gotcha Day to me!!!!  Three years ago I came to live in this wonderful crazy house full of kitties!  All of the pictures posted today are from my first day here.  I was all alone and scared in a concrete kennel at Animal Control.  There were other woofies barking all the time and it was noisy.  I was confused. 

Then these 2 people appeared out of nowhere and said I could leave the concrete and come visit with them out on the grass.   I had no idea at the time they would become my mom and dad.  My new mom asked me if I thought it would be ok if I went to live with them.

I gave her a little lick on the face.

I must have worked, because the next thing I knew is that paper work was filled out and I was invited to hop into their car with them.

Oh yeah!

When I got here the kitties weren't too excited.  It took awhile to win them over and mom made me stay on a leash in the house for a week or so just to be safe.

I love my kitties. 

I loved my new home from the moment I got here.  I learned I had a nice big backyard, lots of toys and lots of love.

It was an exhausting day.

Our Belated Gotcha Day!

  

Happy Gotcha Day to us!!!!  My momma Ellie and I came home 5 years ago on May 19th!  We forgive mom being a day late on posting since we wanted Jonesie to be able to have her regularly scheduled Society of Feline Gardeners meeting yesterday.

Here is the link to a previous Gotcha Day celebration that explains our whole gotcha story.  The picture above is my daddy holding me on the day I went home.  This was right before my momma and I got in our travel carrier.

Once we got home we quickly settled in and we did what we loved to do.  Be with each other and nurse!

We will quietly observe the day in gratitude at being able to spend our lives together.

Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

::3 paw taps::

Welcome back to my garden!  Our weather has started to get a bit nicer, but we are still having way too much rain for my liking.  I get out when I can, but I'm starting to get sick of muddy paws and soggy fur.  It's May and I should be rolling in the sunbeams. 

Some of the grape plants I helped plant last year didn't make it.  Dad went to the garden center to get replacement grapes.  I'm checking out each and every one of my plants to make sure they all make it this year.

We have 24 plants, some red and some white.  Pinot Noir, Pinot Gris and Chardonnay.  Mom says we'll have to wait for several years before we get any grapes to make wine, but I'm a patient cat.  As long as they name the wine after me!

Jonesie's Private Estate Reserve

It has a nice sound to it.

With my picture on the label of course.

I went to the local farmers market last weekend and visited with my good furriend  Bonnie.  Bonnie is an awesome gardener like me and she has a business, Celilo Gardens.  We compared tips on growing tasty catnip and shared our hopes that the sun would come out and stop raining on us. 

I'm thinking I need a sign like this for my garden posts!!!

Please leave a link!

Wordless Wednesday

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

This past week has been super exciting. After I purrsonally took down Blogger with the exposure of my very own belly floof last week I needed a rest.

I didn't get it.  We had strangers in our house making noise and taking things apart and putting stuff back together.  Sort of.  Mom said it will be a month before we have our house back to normal again.  Humans are SO high maintenance.  I mean, all I need is a litter box and the great outdoors and I'm fine.  Why they need a bathroom remodel is beyond me.  Can't they just go to Petsmart and get a new jumbo litter box?

Ellie is curious but as you can see from her expression she's not pleased.  It is kinda cool that we have a supersecret passageway into the closet.

ManCat Monday

There's big news at my house.  Something happened that I've been waiting for since I moved in.  That means I've been waiting for 2 years and 3 months...like forever!

Everyone knows that I just love Ellie.  She likes me, but never really lets me get that close.  When she has offered up a lick I get over excited and I throw a big beefy paw around her sweet neck and try to wrestle with her.  She hates that and she scolds me and runs off in a hissed off huff.

Mom coached me to be more patient.  She said when Ellie offers up a lick I have to resist ALL urges to put a paw on her.  I was told to just sit there and do nothing and all my dreams would come true.

And it worked!!!  Ellie came up to me while I was on mom's lap and she started to lick my head.  I just sat there and pretty soon she was scrubbing both of my ears and washing my whole head.  I PURRRRED!  I purred so loud I'm sure everyone in the whole world could hear me.

I'm a happy cat.