New Year Hodgepodge

 Well, here we are. 2026. Wonder what the new year will bring? Anyhoo, so as you've seen before with my predecessor, I like helping mom and dad work on puzzles, 

and I'd say I'm doing a damn fine job here. 

Dad had to go to the boss's house after a recent snow/ice storm and saw these hoof prints frozen across the driveway. 

He thought they'd make for a good photo, but can anyone tell me why on God's green earth something like this is interesting enough to photograph, yet they find my litter trail leading away from my box annoying? 

We felines are no strangers to, um, peculiar sleeping positions. Dad wanted to include this shot of me sleeping in, well, anyway-

While mom and dad sipped their morning drinks recently, dad thought he'd be funny (and I use the term loosely) and put his coffee cup insulator sleeve on my head.

What is it with humans and their occasional need to humiliate their pets? Hmm? 

So there you have it. My first mishmash post of the year. I'll end it with a trio of shots of me at, according to mom and dad, my most adorable. 

They think I can't hear them discussing my none-too-sunny disposition when I'm awake (I'm old. What can I say?), and they always fawn over me when I'm asleep. 

Happy Holidays to All

 Warmest holiday greetings from me, mom, dad and whoever this guy is.  

You know, it's bad enough dad occasionally gives his attention to the boss's pooch, but this is a whole other level. As it is, dad will be spending the week between Christmas and New Year's Eve with the slobbering, thinks-he's-a-lapdog 140-pound mutt, thereby depriving me of his love, attention and servitude. Anyway, a couple of weekends ago, mom and dad were driving home from somewhere and as they whizzed past a local florist shop/garden center, dad said, "Oh look, a camel." Well, of course, mom, ever the child, shouted, "Ooohh, I wanna see the camel, I wanna pet the camel!" Dad turned the car around, pulled into the garden center and parked, and was barely able to restrain mom as they braved the icy breeze and headed toward mom's new BFF for the day. There were chickens, goats, rabbits, and a llama, and, of course, the target of mom's barely controlled giddiness. 

Here's an outtake, and I've gotta add that dad often takes liberties with his descriptions of mom's, umm, youthfulness, let's call it. I've been around them long enough now to confirm that it actually balances out his ever-increasing crotchety old man-ness. 

So yeah, Merry Christmas to all, and may this holiday season be filled with all the warmth and joy you can handle. 

Betwixt-Holiday Post

 Well, Thanksgiving was peaceful and quiet 'round these parts. Dad had to stay with the big mutt for the week, but mom went over to his boss's house so they could enjoy a quiet turkey dinner, complete with mom's homemade twice-baked potatoes, fresh green beans, a bottle of wine and a couple of slices of cheesecake with fresh berries. From what I hear, dad will be on dog-sitting duty again over Christmas. I'd put up a stink about sharing him, but I'm getting to the age and at the point of not giving a crap about such things. Anyhoo, dad's once again weeding out his "Smudge" folder, and decided that the following shots pretty much summed things up post-Thanksgiving. Whatever.

Who am I kidding- these are me 99.99999% of the time, whether there's a holiday or not.