Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

I like being out in the yard. I just don't like gardening, or working hard. I just like to hang out and pretend that I had something to do with how the yard looks. Except now. It looks like crap. Uh...sorry to be so blunt but it's true. The leaves have covered everything in a matted mess. The plants that were lush and green and bearing fruits and veggies in the summer are now blackened and slimy and gross. Jonesie is trying to put a good face on it, but she's embarrassed too. When I'm outside Jonesie follows me around like I can do something about it. She knows who to complain to but she's too nice. Not me. You can see by my face that I'm not pleased with my mom and dad slackin'. I probably shouldn't be too hard on them because they did put in hours and hours of work on raking and dealing with the leaves this past weekend. Dad hauled away 3 trailer loads of leaves, and the rest will now be mulched so they can use them in the garden beds. I didn't lift a paw to help. Tough. Not my job.
I did find a little sprout of catnip plant growing in the grass once they finally got around to uncovering the poor smothered thing. I'll take care of it now!

Meanwhile, I think it's kind of funny that Whitey wrote "watch this space" on his blog and Cory did just that...she takes everything so literally. I've given her a paw whap and she's back to reality now.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Momma Meezer Monday

Ever since Cory found out that Whitey got his own blog, she won't let dad view any other website or do any work. She sits in his lap and meows loudly if he tries to change blogs or websites or anything else on the computer.
I'm worried about my Cory. She's starting to obsess about it. It's my job to keep her grounded. I'm trying to tell her that time with me, in our mommas lap, surrounded by fleece is enough. She's not listening.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Easy Sunday

I don't know about my family. Here it is a perfectly wonderful Sunday to sleep in and be lazy. You know what's gonna happen today? Mom and dad will go off to the dog park with Grete and then they'll spend the rest of the day working in the yard, raking leaves and pulling up garden stuff. That's way more work that I can handle. Someones got to stay in bed and it might as well be me. It's a tough job but some cat's gotta do it.