Monday, February 7, 2011

Mitten Monday

What was up with the Superbowl Halftime show?  I mean, I don't wanna complain or anything like that, cause I'm a good girl sweetie pie...but...

Why didn't they hire me?  I'm a wonderful singer and I would have signed a contract for my body weight in cheese...or about $32 for the good stuff...oh yeah and a used sock from Aaron Rodgers for inspiration.  Think of the money they could have saved and I bet my audience would have loved it.

Maybe next year.

Mom consoled me with my own package of Tillamook cheddar.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday in the Garden with Jonesie

::purrr::

Jonesie!  I'm back in the garden! 
You know what that means.  Time to get to work and see what's been going on while Figaro has been in charge.

Yup, the garden beds have been cleaned out.  Still some detail work to attend to, but most of it looks good.  I can see that daddy has slacked and left out a sprinkler outside all winter.  I'll have to paw his leg to remind him to put things away properly in the shed where they belong.

The daffodils are starting to poke their heads out of the ground.  It won't be long until they grow and we see some yellow around here.

There's something about mid-winter sunbeams that feel so good on your fur.

Cecilia came out to help me a bit.  She's not much of a gardener but she is fantastic at chasing bugs and stuff.

I thanked Figaro for taking good care of the garden while I vacationed inside the house.  He's going to be a promising gardening partner this year and he shows promise of one day becoming a Master Gardener.  Now we have to plan what we will plant and grow this coming year.  I think I should put some broccoli plants where Figgy has...um...planted himself!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

Hi there, Ginger here!  After reading what Cory wrote yesterday, I thought I was gonna hack up a hairball!  I mean dad disappears, Grete is having a woofie hissy fit, mom abandons us to see ::gasp:: other kitties...views toys beyond our wildest dreams and doesn't give us a single one of them!  And Cory is all like...oh yeah, that's ok...isn't that other cat cute and awesome. 

Easy stomach.

I'm calling the ASPCA!

Hand me the remote, I'm gonna change the channel to a place where cats like me are treated like royalty.  Maybe I can teleport over to Australia or someplace like that...

Mom said we have ::shudder:: too many toys.  I'll  have you know I was not the one who tipped over this small basket of toys.  Mom was muttering about how this is just a wee bit of the stash we have, why should we complain?

The nerve!

I'm gonna console myself by bunnykicking a nip nanner.