Momma Meezer Monday

 

Sometimes a momma has got to toss aside responsibility and just cut loose.

Momma Meezer Monday

So last week Cory and I figured out that our mom was planning on abandoning us.   We were understandably upset.  I mean...the last time mom did this and left us with our daddy, he forgot to scoop out one of the litter boxes!  He doesn't mush up the Fancy Feast in quite the same way.

 

So we came up with a plan.  We decided to camp out on mom's suitcase.  Sure, she snuck stuff inside but we never left our post.

 

But then, the unthinkable happened.  Mom got sick.  Really sick...I mean hacking up a hairball sick.

 

She couldn't go on her trip...and we, being the good kitties we are had to go on full time nursecat duties.  24/7 I never left mom's side.

 

And I felt a wee bit guilty.  Who knew the sleeping on the suitcase trick would actually work?

 

Meanwhile, Cory has taken off to help Alfie and Milo move...she's flying the Magic Cheese Bus.  I heard they landed safely and after filling up on pub food she should be on her way back home.  Being her mother I won't stop worrying until she is safely back home.

 

Good news is that I successfully nursed my mom back to good health.  What would she do without me in charge?

Momma Meezer Monday

What's this I hear about you complaining that I never pose for pictures.   Of course I pose. 

 

You are just too slow for me.

 

I would think you would know by now that as the momma around here, I'm VERY VERY  busy.

 

I got stuff to do.  Cats to wash.  Relationships to mend.

 

Fine...I'll sit still.

 

Are you happy now?

 

purrrr

 

Back to work...a mommas job is never done.

Momma Meezer Monday

Mom has abandoned us again.  She said Dad is in charge.  Of course you know what that means...

 

Chaos.

 

Litter boxes haphazardly cleaned.  Fancy Feast inappropriately mushed up on the plate.

 

Eye goobers left on my pretty face.

 

Seriously, must a Momma Meezer do everything around here?

 

Not that I mind.

 

I'm completely capable.

 

Momma Meezer to the rescue.

 

You know what this means.  I need to purrsonally snoopervise all the posts this week.  A bit of photobombing may be necessary.

 

Or outright scene stealing.

Momma Meezer Monday

 

I want to set the record straight on what goes on around here.  See...Figaro, Ginger, Jonesie, Madison...they all think they are mom's favorite.

 

She's pulling their paws!  I know it.

 

If you listen carefully to mom, she's a bit tricky.  She'll say stuff to Figaro like "you are my most favorite handsomest furry tuxie boy"...and he falls for it!  Every time!

 

See...here's the secret....he's the ONLY  furry tuxie boy in our family.  There's another tuxie in the family, our Bennette, but she's mom's favorite weensy feisty tuxie girl...and of course the ONLY one in our family that is a weensy feisty tuxiegirl.

 

And what does she say to Ginger "you are my most favorite handsomest gossipy tabby furball boy"...yeah...you guessed it...he's the ONLY gossipy tabby furball boy in our family.

 

But of course when she fusses over me and calls me the best momma on the planet, and her most favorite Meezer momma girl,  I know she's telling me the truth.

 

Purrrrrrrrrrrr.....

 

 

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Momma Meezer Monday

We've spent the weekend watching the news about the devastating earthquake and tsunami in Japan.  Being the momma around here, I've been organizing our purrathons for all the people and pets who have lost their lives and their homes.

We're having a hard time comprehending, so we purr.