And Yet Another Christmas

Here we are, another Christmas almost come and gone.  I sit here, listening to the soft breeze through the open windows, the traffic, the occasional siren (from somewhere near downtown, no doubt), and I can still barely remember the winters from my youth up in New England.
     The cold, the snow, the shoveling, my aching back- oh, wait, that's dad bitching, not me.
     It's 73 degrees right now, at 5:23 in the morning, and I'm loving it.  Of course, it's supposed to rain later on, but that's okay.
     This will be, let me see... somewhere between my twentieth and twenty-second Christmas on this planet.  I don't remember exactly because dad doesn't remember exactly.
     Once again, we're keeping it pretty low key.  We're going to be spending this Christmas watching old movies, enjoying a few beers, maybe going out for lunch.  Simply enjoying each other's company, the three of us.

                           Brief interlude-
      Imagine soft music playing, maybe get a snack or go pee...

     Sorry, I had to yak.  It takes two of us- one to yak (me) and one to clean up the warm mess (dad).

     Anyway, I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year, and I hope 2014 is good to you.  Here's to adding another year to what has been a long, spoiled, luxurious life of leisure (dad just had to put that in there).
   See you all next year!

     

My New Water Dish

Well, here they are.  Dad finally got some shots of me sticking my nose where I probably shouldn't.  I've never, ever done this before, and I have no explanation for my recent curiosity in this area.
     For the record, they do provide me with ample fresh, cold water (dad made me put this in here).
     And don't worry, dad only lifted the lid and hadn't yet added anything to the bowl, so it's not too gross or anything.  We're also not worried about where I'll step next, since mom is the most awesomest, ocd-est housekeeper in the world.
     This is one of a couple of new habits I've developed in these autumn years of my very long life.  Any explanations will help settle these two befuddled creatures charged with my care.

 

Curiosity Did What?! II

Well, you know how they say "Curiosity killed the cat" or some sh*t like that?  Okay, so we are a curious lot, but I don't think it's really that dangerous.  I've had this obsession lately with sticking my head where it may not belong. 
     I can't help it.  Despite my advanced wrinkly age I like to explore, even if some things I find new and fascinating have been around me for a long time.  

      Unfortunately, the only  thing mom and dad have been able to get a decent photo of is me checking out dad's coffee, as you can see here.  I've recently gotten my head nearly closed in the refrigerator door, behind the refrigerator door against the wall, and, most recently I've taken to standing at the toilet with my paws on the rim of the bowl when a certain someone tries to pee.  

      I've followed mom into the bathroom too, but I can't quite access the bowl like I can when the big guy goes in there.  People are funny.
     Diet Coke fiend that she is mom always has a barrel of the stuff sitting around somewhere in the apartment, and I cannot keep myself away from the straw sticking out of the top.  Every chance I get I've gotta use the thing as a scratching post for my chin, and mom is constantly swatting me away from it.  
    
     

Happy Thanksgiving

A mom who keeps my fur shiny and clean, my nails neatly trimmed, and my eye boogers at bay

A dad who has provided me, for the most part, a lifetime of love and companionship, a roof over my head, and a warm place to sleep every night

A set of parents who love me unconditionally, even though I'm quite set in my ways and have some really, really annoying habits (We're not all that different, are we, mom and dad?)

Free reign over our home, with the exception this past year or so (off and on) of the bedroom (because of my noise, apparently)

The mere fact that I'm even alive after twenty-some-odd years

The ability to wake up every day and draw a breath, letting these two know I'm still alive

The gift of selective hearing and, sometimes, selective seeing

The distinctive title of "Most Photographed Feline in the Western Hemisphere"

The ability to provide hours and hours of entertainment, wonderment and laughter to a full time audience of two

     These are the things I'm thankful for on this Thanksgiving Day.  I know there's more, but this is all I can think of right now.  It's early.  I'm not awake yet.  Leave me alone.
 
     Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.  

 

Ahhh, Saturdays

Yesterday was my idea of a perfect day.  After doing some initial chores mom, dad and I spent the

remainder of the day lounging.  Dad hurt his back last week, and mom's been busting her butt keeping things running smoothly, so they decided to take it easy for the afternoon.
Mom filled her favorite 10 gallon vat with Diet Coke while dad spent about an eternity trying to find a comfortable position, then we all piled onto the bed, with me sandwiched between the two of them.  We caught up on some Parks and Rec, Criminal Minds, and even some old episodes of Twilight Zone on Hulu.  All in all it was a perfect day, I'd say.  They tried to get me to cook them dinner, but by early evening I was pretty much out of it, as you can see.

Hallowaitaminute, What The Hell Are You Supposed To Be

It's that time of year again.  Time for the Dress-Like-an-Idiot-and-Make-an-Ass-of-Yourself work party.  Dad kind of has to go, since his job sort of requires it, and mom doesn't mind going along, even helping out.  They're not really the social type, but hey, free food and a chance to see others cross dressing or making themselves up like ghouls, zombies, wizards and animals sounds like great fun, doesn't it?  Yes?  Hello?  And don't get me going on the creepy Stormtrooper guy...
     
     So begins what was originally going to be my next post.  Jeez, I didn't realize how long it'd been since my last one.  Anyway, let it go, you old ass.  The party was a great success.  It's primarily for the kids anyway, and they all had fun.  Seems someone gets crankier and party-poopier every year! (I'm thinking mom will agree with me here)
     Party aside it's been S.S.D.D. around here.  Temps have dropped a few degrees overall, mom's doing her heavy duty fall cleaning, and I got another bath, which I don't mind admitting is getting easier to tolerate.
     While out and about this past weekend mom and dad stopped at Petco and Petsmart.  Both places were having adoption events, and mom and dad were saddened by the dozens and dozens of cats and dogs hoping to find forever homes.  
     Well, that's about all I got for now.  Bye.
     

What, Me Pampered?

You know, I have limited input in these posts, so you may not always get my point of view.  A lot of what gets put here isn't what I would say, and many of these posts make me out to be a cranky, crusty old fart.  However, I wish you could see how things REALLY are around this place.
     Mom and dad treat me like a spoiled brat Royalty.   Though I swear I don't ask for it (insert snicker here) they baby me like it's my last day on the planet.  Dad, especially.  I sense mom trying to be a little more.. assertive, mostly when it comes to my canned food.
     She says dad is the guilty party as far as my being spoiled.  I say so what!  Let him have his way.  I know for a fact that mom's trying to trick me.  I'm not stupid, you know.  She won't pay attention to the noise I make when I want my food, and she thinks giving it to me only when I'm not crying for it is getting her way.  Boy, have I got her fooled!
     Sure, dad's a big softy, but what mom isn't aware of is the reverse psychology I've got her wrapped up in.  Sure, sure, when she reads this post she'll be all, like, "What?  Really?  Really, orbit?" (that's something she does that dad likes to mimic when they're making fun of each other, which they do often).  If they were half as smart as I am this place would be dangerous.  I've now learned that, when I want to get some of that luscious ground up goo in a can I lounge around on the floor, usually near the kitchen doorway, and pretend to be asleep.
     I know that within mere minutes mom will drop what she's doing and sneak past me into the kitchen, where she'll bring the opened can out of the fridge and scoop a dollop of food onto my dish.  
     I'm also aware that she varies the time that she feeds me.  Dad used to do it every morning about the same time, but mom, in all her smarts, has figured (hah!) that if she doesn't feed me at the same time every day it'll keep me thrown off and guessing. I'm supposed to have learned that I can't get what I want just by begging for it.
     Boy is she the dummypants (another of her cutesy names for dad, whether he's around or not).  Ahhh, life is good...
     

Welcome Back, You Two-Timing Son of a...

       Dad just came back from his second annual visit to his first grandson out in the arctic north (okay, central Minnesota, to be exact), and I have to say- I'm more than a little perturbed.
     Did he give me lots of cutesy pictures of grandson number one and all the fun things they did together to post here?  Did he show mom and me pictures of the jack-o-lanterns they carved or the fun they had playing at the park?  Nooooooo!  
     What does he give me to put on here?  

 This.

 And this!






     And as if these weren't enough, he threw in another two.

      The nerve!  He leaves the warmth of the south and the love of his faithful, longtime companion (oh, and mom, too)

to whore out his lap and attention on these two... creatures!  Awww, look how smug.  Look how nice and comfy and cozy we are on MY dad's lap!   Gee, how cute.  NOT!  
     I'm going on strike.  I'm not talking to the bastard.  Me and mom are going to ignore him.  Right, mom?  Mom?  Hello? 
     Looks like I'm on my own here.  Anyway, I'm going to pummel this cretin with my hairball wrath as payback for-- wait a minute, gotta go.  I hear him opening a can of food.  Bye.

Orbit's Indecision- A Nice Short Post After Dad's Lengthy Ice Cream Rant

Oooo, dad's sitting in the chair. A nice warm lap sounds good!

Get ready, dad.  Can't wait!  Lap nap, here I come...

Never mind!

Upper Class Arrogance

I'll try to keep this one short, since it's not necessarily from me and I don't find it of particular interest.  Nor does it have anything to do with felines, but since someone has held onto it this long I might as well let him get it off his chest once and for all.  I tried to tell him that this is not the forum for such blather, but he's bigger than I am, and he and mom have the final say around here, dammit.
     Mom and dad aren't perfect, but they try to live right most of the time.  They spent a recent Sunday out at Raven Rock State Park in Lillington, and late that afternoon, while passing through the little town of Coats on their way home they decided to stop for an easy dinner.  They'd hiked most of the day and were beat, and a Wendy's sign caught their attention.  
     After enjoying their salads and shared medium fries (they really are still trying to eat healthy) they shuffled their weary bones out the door and into the parking lot just as an elderly gentleman was shaking the wrappings from an ice cream cone out the driver's side window of his gleaming white Cadillac in the parking lot.  They both saw it at the same time, and as mom went scurrying after the trash that blew across the parking lot dad approached the Caddy and tapped at the now-closed driver's side window.  
     The 50- or 60-something-year-old occupant in the driver's seat turned his head, his three chins jiggling like jelly-filled hammocks, and let the electronic system roll his window down as he looked up at dad.
     "You dropped something," dad said.  "What, you expect others to pick up your shit?" he added, pointing to mom walking toward the car with the ice cream wrapper in her hand.  The slob mumbled something as he put the window back up, his only occupant- his wife, I assume, complete with a beehive 'do right out of a Kliban strip (see link at the bottom, or search "Whack Your Porcupine")- watching the whole exchange in silence.
     Mom threw the refuse in the trash on the way to their car and they headed out of the parking lot.  As they pulled out onto the main road and drove on past the parking lot they turned just in time to see Jabba The Hutt toss what must've been his wife's ice cream wrapper out his window as well, as if to say "How do you like THAT!".

I Got Nothin' Today, So Here's Some Pictures

Just hangin' with dad

This is what I like to do when he gets home

Zzzzzzzzzzzzz

You know, for a couple of old guys, my thick, luxurious coat is as soft and full as the day I was born compared to the glare coming off that thinning spot up there!

A Me and Mom Moment

     Dad captured this picture of one of my trademark headbutts the other day while I was lounging on my (mom and dad's, really) bed.  Sometimes mom and dad will turn away when I want to give them a nudge on the noggin because of my occasionally goopy eyes, but since mom's been keeping them clean (which I hate, by the way!) she met me with a full-on headbutt.  

     Mom's been my primary groomer for a while now, and even though I get so annoyed when she wipes at my eyes, clips my talons and brushes my shimmering coat I think I'll keep her.

The Cat Days of Summer

Since we're technically beyond the dog days of summer I can change things up a little.  Canines have their moment, but this is about cats, and that's that.
     I know, I know- I'm a little slow returning.  I'm working on it.
     Mom, dad and I live in a building with 8 apartments in it, and since we've been here there's been a cat hanging around the place.  I think I posted a picture or two of her a while back, taken from my front window.  Anyway, apparently she belongs to no one, and seemed to spend most of her time down at the other end of the building, where a young guy made sure she had food and water.
      That guy moved out recently, so she's been kind of just hanging out on our end of the building.  Well, of course mom and dad felt bad for her, especially with some of the hot days we've been having, so mom started putting food and water out front for her.
       She even went as far as giving the stray some of MY good canned food!  Now, I don't mind sharing, but I'd better not see this all the time.  
     So now, wouldn't you know, she's laying around right outside our front door... All The Time!
     Dad held me up at the front door to get a glimpse of her, and I must say- She's quite the looker.  Those sleepy, squinting eyes, trembling whiskers and silent meows really got me going.  It was all I could do to keep from pouncing through the screen and going all Pepe Le Pew on her.  I gawked and stared for what seemed like hours, admiring her from inside, eager to get to know her.

     dad note: orbit looked at her from my shoulder for, as my wife would say, a nano second, then turned and wriggled to get down.  That's it.  No longer interested.



      
     

Time Flies When.., Oh, Whatever

Well it took a great deal of effort, but I finally got someone to get off his ass and help me update this thing. 
     Actually, it was the thunder and lightening that got him going this morning.  At three o'clock!  Poor old fart.  He's going to have a rough day, I can see it already.
     Anyway, this new job he took on has been beating him senseless, and his inability to get a grip on it has mom and me pretty near at our wits' end as well, since he comes home and dumps on us just about every day.
     Obviously, he hasn't been able to do much writing, or reading for that matter.  He did, however, manage to finish off "Silver Linings Playbook" (which only took him about a hundred years to read), and once he figured out that he wasn't going back to sleep this morning he decided to start "Forrest Gump", which mom picked up from the library.  Once I knew he was up to stay I convinced him, in my increasingly vocal way, to help me get a new post done.
     On a different note, he's been giving me canned food more frequently.  It only took a day or so before I caught on that it would be a regular thing, and now I start with what he refers to as my incessant crying pretty much from the minute he gets out of bed until he sets the dish down on the kitchen floor.  Hey- I want what I want when I want it.  Get over it.
     Apparently I'm not pooping all that well, and since I'm very old he and mom are concerned about my system not quite working the way it should.  Whatever.  I'll go if I have to, and won't if I don't, as far as I'm concerned.
     Okay, I'm bored already.  And I want my food.  I'm done here.  I won't let up, and I can see the irritation boiling in his face.  Bye.
     

     

Break Time

I've decided to do what I've seen others do here from time to time.  Things have gotten extremely hectic around here, and there seems to be less and less time to post my ramblings, so I'm going to be taking a short recess from blogger.  
     Dad has gotten a promotion, and he's cramming and running in place to get his head around everything he's going to have to do and all the upcoming new stresses in the coming weeks and months (translated: he's buried in training, learning, training, picking up slack, training, etc.)
     I'll try not to stay away too long, so don't forget about me, okay?  I'll be back as soon as I can fit some kind of posting routine back into our life.  

Not Very Exciting To This Cat

     Mom and dad finally got around to checking out a place nearby called Airlie Gardens here in Wilmington.
  I think mom was a little more excited than dad was, but they got in a nice bit of walking, and got to see some interesting
sculptures and some other stuff I'd find boring, honestly.  That sign at the top is in front of a live oak tree that's supposed to be over 400 years old, and stands at the beginning of the walking trail that snakes around the park.

That's pretty old as far as trees go.  I can relate to how that tree must feel, considering we are about the same age.
      There was even a large screened-in building that housed a variety of butterflies, and the above shot was one of mom
and dad's favorites.  The frogs are part of something called "Ribbitt the Exhibit", and they're on display throughout the
summer.  They (mom especially) enjoyed the many beautiful fountains, formal gardens and historic structures scattered through-
                                    out the grounds.  The bottle chapel was especially interesting, but a certain dingbat failed to get a decent picture of it for me.  If you get a chance check out the Airlie Gardens website and see photos and video there.  
     None of this crap seems interesting to me, and I'm glad they didn't try to take me along.  They spent the first part of the day at the beach down at Fort Fisher, where they go for their hey-lets-turn-our-pasty-white-skin-brown-ish treatments.  
     All in all it doesn't sound like much of an exciting day to me, but to each their own.
     Disclaimer- I apologize for the strange appearance and positioning of the text in this post.  It takes two of us to do this, and, though I have my part down pat a certain other old fart seems to have problems with simple things.  He blames it on Blogger, but it's simply that he's an idiot sometimes.  But I love him.  Because he's awesome and takes great loving care of me.  He made me write that.  Sometimes he makes me soooo mad.  If I were bigger than him I'd....

Some New Post Keywords: Pumpkin; Turd; Syrup; Addiction

So lately I seem to be having some issues regarding my gastrointestinal system (my poop is hard and doesn't always want to come out).
     Dad did some research, and learned that among many other natural remedies cats are supposedly attracted to pumpkin. Mom went out yesterday and picked up a can, and they tried to get me to eat it.  
     I took one whiff and walked away.  At my age I'm not much of one to try new things.  Mom also brought home a small can of moist me-food for those "special" times when I deserve a treat (ear cleaning, eye-booger cleaning, vets visit, etc.).
     After I turned up my nose at the straight pumpkin I watched as mom mixed a small plop of it in with some of the wet food, and I'll have to say- it was actually pretty appetizing.
     I'm a little uncomfortable with my pooping habits being discussed publicly, but they said they're going to watch to see if this helps.  Actually, dad gets to be the official "Turd Observer".
     Dad made some of mom's delicious homemade whole wheat pancakes for dinner last night, and he decided to try some of the pumpkin in his half of the batter, along with a few raisins.  Mom didn't much care for them, but dad loved them, and since he's been trying to do without sugar these days the bath of pure Vermont maple syrup he gave his pancakes sent him spiraling into a sugar stupor.
     Mom has to monitor the flow of that stuff, and she thought dad might have had his shit under control.  All she could do was shake her head as she watched him lick the syrup dripping from the rim of the ginormous jug they brought back from their trip to New England.

Mom And Dad Have A Fun Night Out

No explanation necessary.  As usual, the idea was fully mom's, since dad's kind of a fuddy duddy when it comes to entertaining themselves.
     Mom thinks I make her out to be too mean sometimes, but she did have a good laugh when dad fell.  Once.  Or twice. Or....  I think she did ask if he was alright at some point, in all fairness.
     I apologize for the crude stick figure drawing, but I am a cat, dammit.  What the hell do you expect? 

On Mothers and Sun

Well, things have finally brightened up around here.  Mom and dad actually got to the beach yesterday, and their moods have lifted dramatically.  For months they've been shells of themselves, going through the motions of daily life, puttering around the apartment like zombies on auto pilot.
     Okay, so maybe that's a little dramatic.  I'll try to tone it down.  They spent yesterday at the beach for the first time since forever, it seems.  Mom actually got a couple of days in the sun at the park this past week, but they spent the better part of yesterday at the beach, even though the morning started out a little overcast.
     For all her... mothering about dad not using sunscreen a certain someone got herself a little rosy glow just below her butt cheeks (dad made me put that in here).  Now, dad would ordinarily insert a photo here, but apparently we're not going to do that today.
     Oh, I almost forgot- Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers.  I'll have to remind mom and dad to call theirs.  If I knew my birth mom I'd give her a ring.  Dad must have several because I occasionally hear him referring to some people as mother-something-or-others.
     I guess they're thinking about the beach again today, but right now I think it's drizzling out.  If they've got such a jones for the beach and the weather doesn't work out maybe I'll suggest lounging in my litter box (after they scoop it, of course) under a really bright lamp. 
     Now there's a picture worth a thousand words...
      
     
       

Just Some Stuff

 Nobody's spoiled here, nosirree.  Just never you mind that!
     Don't even let me hear a "Since when do cats need pillows?"
     If humans can use them, so can we, is what I say. 

Not to keep going off on it, but I think I deserve at least this kind of treatment at my age. 




     Not long after dad stuck his camera in my face for this shot I heard the water running in the tub.  Apparently mom wanted to take a bath, but I had to go check it out for myself.
     As much as I can't stand the mere mention of the word " bath" my curiosity got the best of me.  Mom and dad were both shocked to see that I even had the balls (even though I really don't have any) to climb up here.  This wasn't staged.  Really.  Mom had the step stool there for her tea.  I stayed long enough for dad to get a picture, then jumped down before they could think about tossing me in there.

       I'd pay a handsome sum to watch you people bathe the way we cats do.  Uh oh, dad's looking at me funny.  Did I say something wrong?  Did I share too much?  Gotta run. 

Once Again, No Creative Post Title

So this is where I usually end up on my mornings with dad.  He's up early every day, getting some writing done checking his emails, browsing writing websites, watching the weather, amusing himself with Craigslist's "Rants and Raves".  The day most often starts out with

me on his lap while he reads for an hour or so, then he slides me off to the side and fires up the laptop for the previously mentioned activities.

     Sure, I put up a stink, letting him know what an A-hole he is for stuffing me off to the side, but what I don't let on is that it's actually quite comfortable.  The warmth is what I live for, and the tight space is pleasantly cocoon-like.  Within minutes I'm off in lala land, snoring away, a string of drool connecting my mouth to the chair cushion.
    

Syrup, Memories, Sap and Milestones

Sorry I'm so sporadic with this thing lately.  Life has returned to normal around here.  Mom and dad are back to annoying me with their crushing affection for/irritation with yours truly, and I'm back to being my spoiled self.  Here's a picture of that massive jug of pure Vermont maple syrup dad got during their trip up north.

That's right- a whopping gallon of the liquid gold (dad's description, of course).  He was giddy like a schoolgirl about this gift, and mom, of course, will have to oversee its consumption.  Actually, she'd prefer to lock it up, what with dad still being the food addict he is.
     They also brought back some great memories, and they hope it won't be too long before they get to see dad's first granddaughter again.

     This here is baby Cadence, in one of her more peaceful moments.  She's full of energy, smiles and teeth!
     Not bad, considering she's not even a year old yet.  Mom and dad got to play with her for a while, and she kept them smiling with her cute posing and energetic motoring around.
     This gargantuan guy is Cadence's flat mate, and he takes up about the same amount of physical space as Cadence does!

How's that for an evil glare?!  The photo doesn't do his actual size justice, according to dad. 

All in all they had a great trip, but the ride back was grueling.  Today they are celebrating their second wedding anniversary.  Dad was up ridiculously early, as usual (because of me, of course), putting the finishing touches on a cheesey, sappy special poem for mom.  Happy Anniversary, you guys.  Enjoy your day.  Okay, that's enough.  Now turn your attention back my way.  Good.
     

They're Baaaack

Oh my God!  So I'm sitting there minding my own business, basking in my solitude, when out of nowhere in walks mom and dad!  About 9:30 last night I see them coming through the front door, weighed down with bags and shit and cooing and whistling as if they've never seen me before.
     They left Vermont at about five yesterday morning and drove all day, getting stuck in accident traffic in Washington DC and having a close call or two while searching desperately for a place to stop and pee.  They got in and smothered me annoyingly (which I ate up)with all kinds of attention, and appeared to be very tired, fed up and glad to be home.
     They had a great time meeting dad's granddaughter and seeing some of his kids, and spending time with some of mom's family.

     Unfortunately, some of their plans fell through and they didn't get to see some family members.  It's been almost three years and they were looking forward to seeing everyone they wanted to see, but I guess things just didn't work out that way.  We'll just leave that one alone.
     
     I was actually glad to see them, and can't wait to fall back into our little routine of me being waited on hand and foot.
     I was about to toss some pictures into this post, but a certain dipshit hasn't done his part yet, so they'll have to wait. 

News From The Happy Travelers

Dad just called to let me know they got to their destination okay and were having a ball.  He said he and mom got to meet his granddaughter and play with her, and they've gotten around to see some of their old stomping ground, whatever the hell that is.
     They're staying with family up in Brattleboro, Vermont, where he says there are still piles of dirty snow here and there.  They can keep those up there, as far as I'm concerned.
     He was all excited because mom's sister gave them a gallon- that's what I said, a gallon- of pure Vermont maple syrup, something they haven't had in quite a while.
     Mom's going to have to control the flow of that stuff when they get back home.  Dad will likely have the whole damn thing gone in no time.
     Tomorrow they'll be heading to upstate New York to visit more family. 
     A lady dad works with has been stopping by to take care of my needs and keep me company. I just have to figure out a way to get her to keep her damn camera out of my face.
      It's probably a good thing someone's keeping an eye on me.  This would be a great time to throw a kegger. 
     Anyway, gotta go catch up on my quiet time. 
    

Spoiled? Nah!

 Well it's about damn time!  The sun was shining, the window was open, and dad put my favorite pillow- the one with all my dried up drool spots- up on my perch.  He actually picked the pillow and this sleeping cat up off the futon as one and gently placed us on the perch.  The air felt great, though

 still just a little cool, and the sun was amazing.  A little later on in the afternoon the sun wasn't hitting quite the right spot, so I got down.  Much to my

joy I did, however find a small spot of sun on the floor just behind the futon.  Being the sole reason for their existence I managed to get mom and dad to rearrange the furniture a little bit so that I could get to that sun spot.  You can see the square imprint from one of the futon legs by my back.  
     What these two won't do for me!

And The Planning Continues

Thankfully, I won't be going up north with mom and dad.  As I'm sure I've mentioned before I don't travel too well.  I can't be locked in that damn carrier, especially for that long of a trip, and when let loose in the car I roam and try to sit in places that would get them pulled over for sure.  Besides, it isn't safe for me (even though that's how I came down here).
     Dad asked one of the ladies he works with if she would stop by and take care of me while they're gone.  I'd say I can take care of myself, but we felines were put on this planet to be served by humans, and that's just the way it is.  
     Mom's been busy working out their "itinerary", arranging visits, planning stops, and working out the details of their route.  Sounds like a lot of work if you ask me.  Why not just stay home, soaking up the sun, being pampered?  
     Let them come to you, I say.  There's always next year... 

Ahh, Spring

Now that spring is here it's been nice to have the windows open again.  It's been a little cool down here (I know- some of you would consider temps in the 50's a heat wave right about now), and the place has been closed up tight.
     Mom and dad left the other morning for some errands, and they came home and found me staring at them from my perch.  They'd left the blinds closed, and the window, of course, was shut and locked.  My evil glare was all it took, and the first thing they did upon entering was open the windows and blinds.  The fresh air felt exhilarating, and the sun almost instantly drugged me.
     It dropped back down to around 30 the other night, and the week ahead doesn't look too promising, so the windows are closed again.  Guess I'll have to make do with just staring through the glass until it warms up.