Maybe Next Time Get a Lighter Colored Futon

 

Sheesh, talk about making a mountain out of a molehill. Dad says if you click on the image you'll better see the mess someone made before I curled up on the darn thing. 

So Many Things So Hard to Capture

 Smudge has been delighting us lately with some silly/interesting/peculiar antics, especially for a senior kitty. Unfortunately, it's been difficult to capture much of this behavior so we can share it here. Now, I know it sounds like an excuse for poor photography skills, but typically, by the time I grab my phone and hit the camera app, she's already off to eat, pee, or as most often happens, just plop down in the middle of the floor. One example would be her crocheted egg playtime. Her mom and I toss and roll it back and forth alongside or over Smudge as she lounges between us, and she does some amazing acrobatics, twisting, stretching (though mostly only her upper body seems to want to do the moving), and occasionally jumping and turning mid-air while trying to catch the egg. The only shot I've been able to get so far is this. See how lithe and energetic she can be? 

If you look real close, you can detect movement. Seriously. See?

How's that for an action shot? 

She does the same with her favorite shoelace and especially likes it when I rub both things in the fresh nip from Cleo's sprawling shrub by the front steps. 

Thinking...

...inside the box,

                                

and outside the box. 

So dad hasn't decorated my box yet. Says he's been real busy. 

But I HAVE been busy.

Okay, whatever. I will say, I am still enjoying this one. 

So why the rush?

Just ignore him like me and mom do most times. He says he'll paint it and dress it up all nice and pretty for me. 

I will. Don't worry.

Who is he kidding here? If it's like all his other projects, by the time he gets around to doing this I'll be old and gray. 

Umm, you ARE old and gray, Smudge...

Snoozefest

No, that post title doesn't mean this is about almost every time dad tries explaining something work-related to mom. I'm sure some of you can relate, no?

 Anyway, We felines sleep. It's what we do, right? I mean, if we're not eating, pooping, batting around a shoelace or crocheted egg or staring at some unseen (to humans) thing up high on a wall, we're sleeping. It's the very reason God put us on this planet. So why dad thought sleeping would make for an interesting post is quite beyond me. I mean, I know I'm cute when I curl up like a shrimp, or twist like a pretzel and stretch, but it's just sleeping. It's how we spend about 75% of our lives. 

Okay Smudge, you're starting to drift here. Let's get back to the point.

You're the one controlling the keyboard, dad. 

Whatever. So while poring over my "Smudge" photo folder I'm reminded that so many photos I've snapped in Smudge's short time with us are of her in various sleeping positions. 

And your point is?

Okay, okay. I know every cat person in the world is more than familiar with cats and sleep. I simply wanted to share some snapshots of you because I think there's nothing more adorable than a sleeping cat. 

Don't you mean "a sleeping Smudge"? And now you're starting to drift here.

Right. Sorry, My bad. Anyway, at the risk of losing readers, I'll just get on with it and simply share some of my favorite photos of our little princess doing what she does best. 

And finally, one of my favorites. I have a thing for classy black & white photos.

Even though earlier photos we've shared were of Smudge on our chair's footrest, this has more recently become one of her favorite spots, and she now voluntarily hops up on it to curl up at my feet. Smudge's mom and I feel she's finally starting to settle and develop some routines and favorites all 'round. We've even woken on some nights to find her sleeping at the foot of the bed!

 

Baby Steps No More- Revisited

So if you remember my post of the same title from April, I told you how giddy my mom and dad were simply because I sat on the chair with dad for the first time (obviously, these two need to get out more).

As things turned out, that was pretty much the only time I did that, and as I mentioned earlier, under the living room table near them was about all I'd give them.

 Well, for the past week or so, I've taken to voluntarily hopping up onto dad's my chair to hang out on the raised footrest next to dad's forested legs.

I've even hopped up onto mom's chair and walked over the table between them to reach the footrest, which makes for a purrfect nest for me to curl up on. My dad thinks maybe I decided they passed some test or something, and I now consider them worthy of my closer company. 

Now, I know this probably isn't very exciting for most of you, but mom and dad are crazy overjoyed, and dad considered it worthy of a new post, so, yeah.