Showing posts with label Cory is mom's little helper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cory is mom's little helper. Show all posts

Monday, June 18, 2012

Lazy Monday


 I admit I kinda like Mondays.  I mean...I'm not the one who has to get up and fly out of the house.  I don't have a job.  Well, I guess I sort of do.  It's my job to make sure mom feeds us.  We need our Fancy Feast to start our day.   Once I hear the coffee pot start itself with it's auto timer...I know the Fancy Feast is going to be served up soon. 

We get Fancy Feast WAY earlier on Monday that we do on  Saturday or Sunday. 

If mom is slow moving...I sit by her head and stare at her.

It's also my job to be cute.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Mitten Monday

My mom counts on me to help her with her workouts.  I'm her purrsonal trainer!  I make sure she does everything she's supposed to do.  If she slacks, I meow out encouragement.  I also take sips of her water to make sure it's cold enough.

Yeah that's right...10 more reps!

I am on standby if she needs an extra 8-pound weight.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Mom's Little Helper

I'm being a good little helper in the kitchen today. I like hanging out on the counter.
Mom is prepping for preserving Jonesie's chive harvest. She won't let me do the chopping because I might cut my paws. I don't understand. I've done a thorough job cleaning my claws. I was thinking I could try and shred them and save her all kinds of work.

Mom stuck the chives in little cups and added a bit of water and then she froze them. They came out in little chive-cicle blocks.

Then she vaccuum sealed them so they won't get all gross in the freezer. I was brave because this machine made all sorts of scary noises, but I never left mom's side. And another thing I did not do...steal the chives and play with them. Chives aren't much fun. They don't roll or go splat when you whap them.
Mom said that I can post about this again in the winter when we pull these out of the freezer and add them to whatever we are cooking. I hope she doesnt' forget!
Meanwhile, I'm not at all pleased that my sister Ginger, the gossip, has started a poll about my interest in certain mancat blogs...I can't tell her anything without the whole world knowing. Not that I told her anything.