Easy Sunday

All I want to do is snooze today. Yesterday it was all about running around, Grete finding us a tree, mom and dad starting to abandon us for holiday parties...sigh. Good news is that we have a tree. It's in the house. It smells good. Maybe after we finish snoozing we can decorate! And whap some ornaments around the house too.

Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

Meow!

It's getting colder and yuckier outside and there is not much growing in the garden. I thought it would be fun to get my mom to experiment a bit. We have a greenhouse, and I talked my mom into trying to grow seeds in there. Not next spring, but now.

What does she have to lose? A couple of bucks worth of seeds? Isn't my entertainment and gardening curiosity worth that? We are going to try some lettuce and radishes. She got the potting mix and filled up the bins. I helped out by walking in the soil and putting little spots in the dirt where she can put the little seeds.

Technique is important. You can't walk back over it once the seeds are planted.

You can take a closer look at my paws. A garden cat can't be afraid to get her paws a little dirty.

There is no heat in the greenhouse so we just have to hope for the best. We have extra covers for the bins. If the seeds don't grow, we'll try again after the first of the year and keep trying until something grows. I heard rumor that we are getting a tree for inside the house this weekend. I can hardly wait!

Wordless Wednesday

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

We had a scare the other night because the news was reporting that the water supply on the west side of Portland was contaminated with E Coli. The trouble was they weren't being very specific. Mom was all confused and upset because she didn't know if she would need to boil our water or what. Silly news people. Tell us to tune in. BREAKING NEWS. Then tell us nothing. Good thing mom could find answers on the computer. Our water was fine...I could resume my normal position. Head under faucet. There is nothing finer than water from the tap...or filtered water from mom's cup. I still don't know why she calls it Ginger's cup once my face has been stuck in it. She can have it back.

Meanwhile....Cory was beside herself happy because she found Chey this weekend hiding out at Mt. St. Helens. Cory is such a young whippersnapper that she had no idea what really happened that day on the mountain when it blew in 1980. Harry Truman and his 16 or so kitties perished in the blast. That made Cory upset. She has no idea that kitties were involved. Hey, it's my job to tell the truth around here. She'll get over it eventually.