Scenes from you guessed it-

 My footrest. And another reluctant share. 

The hazy, hot days of summer bring out the sleeper in me.

Who am I kidding? This is me, whether the air conditioning is running or not. 

 For the record, mom routinely vacuums the footrest. Someone keeps putting fur, litter, etc. all over it. Can't imagine who. 

So mom and dad regularly go to PetSmart for my nutritional needs. Mom always heads to the CAT aisle, telling dad to go ahead and visit the adoptable kitties and she'll join him there. Since there was an adoption event taking place this past Saturday (no, sorry- this isn't a tale about them coming home with another one of me), there were extra cages set up, housing lots more kitties than usual. One, a tiny gingery tot, was extra playful with mom, ready to pounce, and playing peek-a-boo with her.

If you ask me, the only "cute" thing about this is that their furs nearly match.

Okay, Bye.

PillowTalk

 So, mom got over whatever had hold of her and, except for the occasional cough, is feeling better. About a week after my last post, dad decided he wanted some of the attention, so he caught a summer cold. He got over it within days, but then it seems to want to creep back up on him these past few days. I don't know about you humans. Plus, dad's had some real busy, early work days, which he's loving. Between that and the hiking they've been able to get back into, he says he's managed to drop 12-14 pounds since we moved back down here! Anyhoo, where was I? Oh yeah, this pillow thing. I think back when we were still up in PA we might've posted something about me sleeping between their pillows. Well, some habits are hard to break, I guess. This has become one of my most favorite snoozy spots.

Some days I just curl up here and spend pretty much the entire day snoring away in pure, dreamy kitty bliss.

Dad wanted to post one or two pictures, but I insisted on putting up all of them. As usual 'round here, the ladies' decisions win out. I mean, come on- how sweet is this?

One of his favorites, however, is this trail of my pawprints he captured one day.

See my tootsies up in the corner? And for the Grand Finale, mom caught this shot one morning, I think when dad was sick and he slept in, something he never does.

I must say, I should get the Most Adorable award for this one, no?

Inspiration

So, dad's been suffering from what he calls brain farts when it comes to helping me post. You see, he typically looks through what's usually a packed folder of photos of Yours Truly for inspiration, then comes up with his stupid wording based on said photos. He claims the photo well is currently a bit dry, and says his skull jelly is usually pretty well fried come the weekend (when we usually post). Always with the excuses, am I right? So this morning, as I was snoring away in mom's chair next to dad in his, he was about to log off, his brain bucket nothing but crumbs and tumbleweeds, when he came around behind me to go refill his caffeine vat, or pee or something, and he found me like this.

Instant inspiration, no? Admit it- sleeping kitty pictures never get old. Mom's been a little under the weather these past few days, so we're kinda lying low this weekend, and me & dad are doing our best to try to nurse her back to health.