Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

I was thrilled that Christmas Day was a glorious day in the garden.  I strolled out into the sunshine, being thankful for all that I have.

I love the feel of the sun on my fur, especially when it's cold outside.

I love my floofy tail.

I love that my dad finished raking up the last of the leaves.  My garden is ready to put to bed until spring.

Good thing too...because a blankie of snow fell on Tuesday. 

You know what that means.  It's time to come inside and do what any self respecting garden cat does...don't wake me up at midnight.

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Tuxie Tuesday

I got a new Bennette Bed for Christmas!  Well, I suppose this was meant for all of us to share, but I like it best and I was the first one to get in it and I was the first to sleep in it.  That makes it mine, right?

Cory likes getting on top of it to sharpen her razor claws and bitey on the feather toy that's attached to it.  It's way cool.

Christmas Lessons Learned

Now that another Christmas has come and gone, I have learned a bit more about how it works.  Once Santa's sleigh has left the North Pole early on Christmas Eve, it's ok to start being yourself.

It's ok to unroll the toilet paper and shred it.

It's ok to get on the dining room table before Christmas Eve dinner.

It's ok to get on the kitchen counter and let the guests fuss over you.

It's ok to beg shamelessly for dinner as it's being cooked.

Because, it's too late for Santa to cancel your goodies. (see cookie between paws)

Next year we're going to push it just a wee bit more.  Santa will never know.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

There is nothing quite like a good long snooze in a sun patch to help you recover from all the excitement of Christmas. 

My First Christmas

The truth is out.   Everyone in my family was all excited to see how I'd react to Christmas seeing how it's my first Christmas here.  I had been on my own for who knows how long before I moved in, so I think they thought I was some sort of cave man.   Not so.  

I was acting pretty cool during the Christmas Eve dinner.  I was pretty scarce and stayed out of the way.  Nothing much revealed there.  Then, on Christmas morning, after I was certain that Santa Paws had been around...at 5:15am to be exact, I started hollering.   Was my food bowl empty?  Nope.  I was just getting impatient.  I wanted the festivities to begin.  Now!  I pestered and pestered until mom and dad got up.  Then Ginger had to go out and do her morning thing in the yard...and, you'll never believe this...we actually had to wait for her.  It was awful!  It was 7am before she came back in the house.   I meowed and fussed until I got to open presents.  I knew what day it was!   We each got our very own very potent catnip mousie.  It was awesome even if I did have to wait forever to finally get to play.  

Grete got a couple of cool toys.  One was a moo cow that actually mooed.  That is in past tense.  She loved it so much she kept on biting it and tossing it around and biting it some more and now the mooer doesn't moo any more.

Life is good.  So no, I am not a cave man and yes...perhaps I have been through this Christmas gig before.

Merry Christmas!

Christmas Eve in the Garden with Jonesie

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except for Jonesie.  All the stockings were hung and everyone was being good...but Jonesie was curious about Santa and where he might land...she put so much care into her garden she was hoping he'd land there.  She made sure she placed goodies in the garden for the reindeer to snack on.

She left the house to go out in the yard...she thought she saw something, but couldn't be sure.

Back in the woods, there was something she was certain.  She gathered up Ginger to help her investigate.  Do you see what I see?   Did you hear that sound?

Ginger and Jonesie stayed hidden behind the tree.   This is what they saw....

"Ho ho ho!  Sweet little kittens", said Santa.  "Go back inside and you'll find your gifts.   Thank you Jonesie for having such a nice garden where we can rest a minute before delivering the rest of the gifts to all the good boys and girls."  Jonesie and Ginger stared wide eyed at Santa.  The next thing they knew they were waking up from a nice nap...

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Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

I don't mind waiting for Santa.  If Santa sees all...then he's seeing this.  I'm pretty sure one look at my belly floof and he's gonna turn over his entire sack of toys to me.

Meanwhile, Grete has been trying to be good this week.  She is chasing squirrels in the yard, but she's doing it with a squeaky ball in her mouth.  She runs up to them, all killer-like and then goes "squeak squeak squeak"!  Yeah, those squirrels are shaking in their furry little boots.  Ha!   But then on Monday morning...way too close to Christmas, Grete chased and caught a possum!  She grabbed it and shook it!  Dad yelled at her to drop it.  She did!  She must have known Santa was watching.   She wanted to go back after it but dad said NO!  She listened.  The possum got up and walked away.

 It's keeping her on Santa's nice list.

Monday Memories

After eating all of my Christmas cheese, I sat in my comfy chair and started thinking of those who came before me.   We hung all of our stockings by the fireplace and then carefully pulled out the stockings of those who came before.  We hung the stockings of those who came before on a garland that hangs over the window.

Mom told us of Maggie, who left for the Bridge in 2005.  She was something special.  Sweet and loving and beautiful with not a hesitation to go head first into a garbage can to get what she wanted.   I would have loved her.

Then mom showed me a picture of the the family eating goodies in the kitchen.  In this picture is Michelangelo, Lewis, Colby, Jonathan, Maxfield, Maggie, and Madison.   All have gone to the Bridge exept for Madison. 

We love the Christmas memories ornaments we received from Zoolatry's Ann.   At the time mom sent pictures to Ann, she couldn't find a good one of Lewis.  Mom finally found one and decided to try to create something herself.   I think it's cool. 

Secret Paws Sunday

When my Secret Paws package arrived, it said "Open Immediately". Normally mom would make me wait until Christmas morning, but since it said so, I ripped into it.   It was the bestest present ever!  Cheese!!!!!   Mom made me share.  I don't mind sharing with my family, and I especially love to share with my woofie Grete.  We both adore cheese.  Dad said he can't believe how much cheese I can pack away.  Believe it!  My Secret Paw wouldn't reveal themselves.  I think I might know who it is, but no confirmation.  Thank you to my Super Secret Paw, whoever you are!

Pee Ess, there were also very cool Yeowww catnip toys in our package, including a nip nanner that immediately became covered in black fur....Nigel....

The Saturday Before Christmas

I'm hoping that Santa will see me sitting here under the tree with the dog toys and realize I need more cat toys.  

Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie- Society of Feline Gardeners

This week, The Society of Feline Gardeners celebrates Hunt Week!

It was freezing cold all last week, down to 15 degrees.  I was kept from my garden by my over protective caring mother.  I begged and I pleaded until she finally let me out.  Yes, I resorted to machine paws on the window.

Free at last!

Nothing much is growing in the garden this time of year.  I'm pretty sure the seeds we planted in the greenhouse went into shock with the cold weather.  All I can do is hope they come back to life when its a little warmer.  So what's a garden cat to do?  Hunt!

That vishus squirrel won't know what hit him!  What are you hunting in your garden this week?

See ya later!  I got squirrel to catch! 

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