Tuxie Tuesday

 

Since Cory posted about the inflatable bed yesterday, we got lots of comments on how awesome it was...and how horrible that our mom and dad so rudely took it away from us.

 

It was a very well used bed.  We all slept on it.  Even mom and dad.  It was pawsome.

 

Please be aware that the proper authorities have been notified and a complaint has been registered with The Spoiled Cats Society.

 

Mom and dad's assertions that they needed to be able to "walk" through the living room without tripping is not a good enough reason to deprive of us of our bed.

 

Mitten Monday

 

One of the best parts of the holidays is when my mom and dad get out the inflatable bed and put it in the middle of the living room between the fireplace and the Christmas tree.   My Momma Ellie and Bennette and I spent lots of time there.

 

Of course now that it's January, all of that has been put away.  No tree, no decorations and no inflatable bed.  Nigel is having a hard time since he spends hours and hours sitting next to the tree, looking at the lights.  He adores it.

 

All I had to look forward to was our new Cats of the CB 2014 Calendar.  Can you imagine my joy when I saw that my boyfriend, Alfie Marshall was Mr. January 2nd!

 

It's going to be a good year.

Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

 

::Meowwww::

 

Welcome back to my garden!  I apologize for not being regular about our Society of Feline Gardener meetings.  I've hit a little bit of a rough patch.   My nose and face swelled up and mom got concerned.   I've been on prednisone and take a look at me now!  Mom says I'm looking better every day.  I'll start tapering off my medication this week.   But...you know by now that I've been diagnosed with hyperthyroid.   Once I'm off my medication I will be going to a special Feline Thyroid clinic for treatment.

 

 

 

Of course you know what that means.  I must get ahead on my gardening duties!  Not only for the days I'm at the clinic but I must stay indoors for a specified period of time afterwards so I don't distribute any...uh...radioactive pee in the garden.  

 

 

Luckily for me, it's January, so my work in the garden is not as critical.   I mean...even my dad is slacking off.  Does he really think that I'm gonna fall for that silly wiggling finger in the air trick?

 

 

Oh...I can't help it!   A girl's got to have some fun, right?

 

Serious gardening can wait.   I love my daddy! 

Happy New Year and Happy GotchaBirthday Cecilia!

Hi there!  I'm so happy you are here today to help me celebrate!  On January 1, 2008 I first set paw into my forever home.   I had been hanging out in the garden and was brave enough to come on the deck, but it took me a few days to get my courage up to come inside.

 

Where it was warm.  There was food.  

 

I was sick and I needed medicine.  I had an upper respiratory infection.  I was a mess.  But I was cute.

 

Some of you already know my story.  I was supposed to get all better and then get "fostered" until a permanent home was found.  Mom even found a nice person at work that was interested in adopting me.  But...fate stepped in.  I developed asthma and mom didn't want to place me until I was healthy.

 

You know how it goes.  It took sufficient amount of time for my recovery...timed perfectly with how long it takes for attachments and bonds and love to grow.

 

 

And here I still am.   Since the weather warmed up I've been celebrating with some nice rolls in the dirt.  I love it!