Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

This is how I spent my weekend days. 

That's because I stayed up all night on Saturday night and made a fuss.  All. Night. Long.

See mom and dad said they had enough of my creativity.  I'm a think outside the box kinda gal...and do other things outside the box as well.   They did not want my furry little self outside all night so I am now spending nights in the garage with my own private litter box and all the other comforts.

Problem is...I don't want it. 

I hate it!

I yowled and carried on.  I was told that I actually had it pretty good, with a deluxe bed and my own plate of Fancy Feast (that I didn't have to share) and my food kibble and my own water dish.  But...

I wanna do what I wanna do when I wanna do it!! 

See...I'm a purrfect princess when I'm by myself...purrfect use of the litter box...I just don't want to go and use the shared litter box room...I mean...::shudder::

Boys go in there....

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

Do you know how hard it is to be patient?

To wait days, weeks, months for the sun to return?

My belly was deprived of sunbeams...

and my public was deprived of my belly!

This feels so good!

Hi ya Fui!

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

As you probably already know I've been giving Figaro belly exposure lessons.

Yes, I'm a pro.  I plan on entering myself in the 2012 CatOlympics.  My specialty is belly exposure with paws extended.   

Figaro has been trying to keep up with me, but he's got a ways to go.  See how I extend one paw, with my hind paws all curled up and cute?

The side pause roll keeps everyone guessing what I will do next.  Will I complete the roll, or just stay here like this while everyone admires me?

It's the lazy days of summer my furriends.  Not much to gossip about right now if you can believe that. 

Tabby & Tuxie Tuesday

Garden rolling belly exposure is an art form. 

I know I make it look easy, but it takes years of practice to purrfect.

That's right Figaro, you are watching the master at work. 

Take careful notes my furriend. 

Later, when you try it, I'll watch to make sure you've got it!

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

The little nip plants at the base of the tree are starting to grow a bit.  They are not as good as last year's nip, but I love it anyway.  I was hoping that exposing my belly at it would inspire it to grow big and strong.

I've been thinking a lot about my woofie Grete.  She used to tease me a lot because she knew she could always get a rise out of me.  Now we are buddies.  She still sticks her nose into what I'm doing but I like it.  She's a good woofie.   Grete does not get her fair share of time on Cory's blog...and if little whippersnapper Cory won't share her spotlight, then it's up to me, Ginger The Good And Fair, to share what precious little blog time I get.

Mom abandoned us kitties to go walk Grete woofie in the park.  Mom has to spell out w-a-l-k...but it does no good.  Grete knows how to spell.  The second mom even thinks about a walkie, Grete bounces all over the place.  Today on her walkie, Grete was on special assignment.

I asked her to chase as many squirrels as she could.  Grete ignored me!  She looked at the squirrels, smiled at the squirrels and sniffed at them, but would not chase them.  Grete said it's because of the leash...it's all mom's fault she couldn't chase the squirrels.

At least she could have brought one home for me.  Is that too much to ask?  Oh all right, we have a kazillion in the yard already.

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

Hi there!  I'm off probation now. Double secret probation.  Trouble is, I've been let in on the reality of what I have to do now to make everything up to Jonesie and get back on track.  I thought it would be easy...writing 100 times with my paw in the dirt...I will not diss Jonesie.  I will not diss Jonesie.  But no.

But before we get back to me, there was big happenings over the weekend.  Bennette, Jonesie and Grete had to go to the v-e-t.   It was just a check up for all of them, with vaccinations and stuff.  Before Jonesie and Bennette left, Ellie had to investigate the carriers to make sure they were safe for travel.

Once Ellie gave the paws up, Bennette and Jonesie were stuffed inside.

I waited at home in the yard.  All went very well and they came home saying stuff like...the v-e-t thought I was sweet and good and blah blah blah blah...

I'm gonna hack up a hairball...

So why you ask am I sitting in this odd position?   I was loving on my little nip plant when mom noticed me sitting weird.  Am I injured, sore, hurt?? Nope...just got poop stuck to my furry butt, that's all.  I dragged my rear through the dirt but it didn't help.

I had to be cleaned up with baby wipes.  I had to have some of my furrs cut out.  Yes, my punishment for dissing Jonesie is I have to share embarrassing stuff about myself.

At least you get to see my belly floof!

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

Hi there!  Last week was really hard.  I mean, most of the attention around here went to Jonesie.  Jonesie this and Jonesie that.  What about me?  Aren't I helpful in the garden?  Aren't I as beautiful and special and ....oh...I feel a hairball coming on....

I thought I'd pose by the oregano...I'm a spicy girl you know.  A spice girl actually.  Gingerspice!

Mom and dad brought home some cool garden art.  Jonesie will take credit for placing it, but I look good exposing my belly next to it.  This one has a butterfly and a dragonfly on it.

So...it's Tuesday so I might as well dish it.  See, Jonesie DID get all the attention this past week because she was sick.  Mom fussed and dad fussed and you'd think all they cared about was Jonesie...not the rest of us.  It's enough to make me file a complaint with the ASPCA.  I was just about to do just that, when I found out that little Miss Purrfect had an "incident".  See, she was being stubborn about using her private litter box.  She went 48 hours without touching it, which freaked out everyone.  I dream of having a private box, but Jonesie was having none of it.  She was hauled back off the to v-e-t for a recheck and on the way back home her very full bladder couldn't take the bumps in the road and about a couple of blocks from the house she let fly in her carrier.  All over her fleece...all over her and all over the instructions from the v-e-t on what we need to do for her.   

It was great! 

Jonesie was horrified and all that did was make mom and dad fuss even more over her.  I can't win.

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

I got in trouble this week.  It's been stormy and windy and rainy.  Mom has been trying to keep close tabs on me.  I think she thinks a tree branch will fall on my head or something.  Doesn't she know I've got territory to patrol?  Things to do?  Cats to see?  I got caught sneaking back in the yard.  I wasn't supposed to be in someone elses yard.  Busted!

When mom tried to get me to pay attention to her, I just walked away.  I gave her the back of disrespect!  Jonesie and our furriend Miss Freeta Bandeeta just stared at me.  I wasn't worried.

When the timing was right, I exposed my belly.  All was forgiven...for a few seconds.   Until I decided that I didn't want Freeta in MY yard anymore and I body slammed her and chased her back home.

Think I'm cute enough to get away with 2 acts of naughtiness in one day?

Yup.

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

All this fuss over the rescued boy.  Doesn't mom remember that ALL of us were rescues?  Doesn't she remember that I was hungry once?  Doesn't she care?

Apparently not.

Wake me up when he has a new home, ok?

Don't hate me just because I'm adorable...

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

Today you get to see my belly, but with a twist.  Mom was playing with photoshop again.  As if my original belly shot wasn't good enough, she felt she needed to alter it.  Whatever.

I just wanted to point out that Jonesie is not the only one who has befriended our neighborcat "Freeta".  She likes me too...and I don't make her work in the garden.  I think that means she likes me best.  Here we are hanging out  in the messy part of the yard. Yup...no gardening happening here today!  Just the way I like it.

And a little secret?  Well for those of you who have been commenting on our lovely green "grass", I've got news for you.  Jonesie has a green paw alright, but the green you see is moss, not grass!  Ok, there is a bit of grass hanging on for dear life, but the moss is growing thick under our paws. 

The biggest news of the day is that today is our 500th post!