Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie and Ellie

 

::Meowwww::

 

Welcome back to my our garden.  As you've probably heard, Momma Ellie has declared herself in charge of everything this week.  Even though I have seniority, she IS the momma so we humor her honor her.

 

Ellie does respect my deep knowledge of all things gardening, so she spent time with me, listening to all I had to say.  She wanted to know what my priorities were for getting things done.

 

Once updated she went off to help me out.  Seriously, she is WAY more helpful than Figaro or Ginger could ever dream to be.

 

She quickly discovered a plant just sitting in a pot...not in the ground.

 

What's up with that? she meowed

 

She complimented me on my spring blooms.  The poppies have popped!

 

The fragrant climbing roses are quite something to see.

 

The columbine just started blooming too.

 

When the day's work was done, I sat with my dad and told him how helpful Ellie was to me today.

 

She can photobomb my post anytime she likes!

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.

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

There's just been too much going on around here for my liking.  Mom and dad have been way to busy with work and other humans they call family.  I thought I was all the family they needed?  So if all that wasn't enough, they are looking to take even more time away from me.   They are looking at re-doing the bathroom.  It looked fine to me.  But now the toilet is out of there and I've lost my easy way up to the sink.  Jumping from the floor to the counter is just way too much of a bother.  I want my porcelain step ladder back.

So to add insult to injury...my mom asked me to check out her samples.  Does she think I'm the next big thing in interior design? The "Jonesie" of the interior?  Do you think she could have been considerate and brought me tiles and paint chips in nice rust/brown/caramel...dare I say it ginger tones?

No!  These colors do not go with my fur...do not match my eyes.  I'm calling the ASPCA.  Who in their right mind would like these colors?

Aren't these samples purrfect?