Mancat Monday

One year...

2 months...

and 6 days.

That is how long it has taken me to get to share a bed with the love of my life, Ellie.

I hope it doesn't take this long for it to happen again.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Don't wake us up until Monday.

Films on Friday

Ok, the days of hiding my singing voice are over. I'm exposed. Out there. I might as well sign up for the next round of "America's Got Talent"...or "American Cat Idol". My mom has been following me around for over a year trying to get this. There is a reason I was elected Secretary of Socks for the Cat Blogosphere...and this is it!

Thursday In The Garden With Jonesie

Meow!  I want to thank all my furriends for sending me purrs while I was sick.  I have a condition called rodent ulcers, or the more technical name for it is eosinophilic ulcers.  Mostly I just get a puffy lip and mom gives me prednisone pills, but sometimes it comes out in very strange ways.  This time I got a tongue ulcer and I didn't want to eat or drink even though I was hungry and thirsty.  That made mom and dad freak out.  The emergency v-e-t thought it might be related to a respiratory infection, but when I went back to my regular v-e-t that wasn't the problem. 

My good pal Alfie Marshall teleported over while I was stuck in the house recovering.  Once he found out that I wasn't contagious or anything like that, he insisted on visiting.  He sat on the cat tree with me and we looked out at the garden together, making plans for gardens and garden parties  I let him have the top shelf.  He couldn't stay long because he had to get back home, but I love that he wanted to spend some time with me.  He makes me purrr.

I was a little hissed off at Ginger for telling stories about me.  A girl needs her privacy where certain things are concerned.  Mom and dad were really good about making sure my fur was all clean and mom brushed and groomed me.  I think I have a new little friend, named Jonesie Jr. with all the fur she got off of me!

You'd think that Ginger would help out in the garden while I couldn't....but  no.  All she does is roll and expose her belly.  She thinks that is helpful, but it's just a distraction.

Being a garden cat is hard work.  It's work I adore.  I expose my belly, but only after the hard work is done.

The magnolia tree is in bloom, can you see me behind it?

Mom's favorite daisies are back too.  Spring has sprung...and I've been sprung to be free to be in my garden once again.  My ulcer is almost all gone and I'm feeling so much better.  All those purrs worked wonders for me and I can now get back to taking care of my garden.