What Do You Mean, I Have to Share?

Okay, we're back. As I mentioned in my solo previous post, dad was away for work and me and mom had to hold down the fort. We've had to do everything ourselves in dad's absence, and besides poop-scooping duty, playing with me, and a few other things I've noticed since adopting them, I'm not entirely sure what, exactly, dad does around here. Dad was off in some far away foreign land called Brooklyn, that he says is crazy different from where we live, babysitting for a couple of canines I think he talked about before I came along. I think he also had some real work to do in between, but I don't know enough to elaborate. So in this far away land, instead of mountains, trees, waterfalls,  hiking trails, and fresh air, they have tall buildings, lots of concrete, metal, and glass, and way, way too many weird people, legal human-catnip stink and honking horns.  One of dad's favorite things to do while there is hanging out at Domino Park, part of a massive renovation currently happening at an old Domino Sugar Refinery building.

According to dad, this place has quite a history and was built like a million years ago and processed much of the sugar used in this country.

Of course, like so many other industries, that's gone by the wayside, and although some of the original buildings have been demolished, the refinery building is going to be part of a gigunda mixed-use complex. This is the smaller of his two charges

 and here's a profile of the other, who towers over dad when standing on his hind legs. That's the Williamsburg Bridge they're next to. Dad told me and mom that he walked over to The Lower East Side 3 or 4 times while up there, but it's funny how he doesn't have any pictures to prove it.

The views across the river from Domino Park show a part of Manhattan,

and if you look closely in this next one you can see the Statue of Liberty way off in the distance under the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges. 

This is super exciting and all, and as you can see, I've been captivated by all this NYC- and pooch-related stuff on MY blog, but. . . 

Head to Toes

 First off, my mom says thank you for all your thoughtful birthday wishes. Dad's been ribbing her about turning 50, but she gives it right back to him and will most certainly have things to say when he hits 62 later this year.

Okay, so mom says dad has ugly feet. Says they're just plain gross. Dad's currently on work detail out of state, and I'm handling posting duties by myself. So, mom may or may not have a point, but either way, in my effort to use every surface I encounter for head rubs, I recently took advantage of dad's ugly knobby clown feet.

Mom doesn't know about these pictures. She's gonna throw up a little in her mouth when she reads my post. I can already see her Googling "Super sanitizing cat shampoo".

Easter Greetings and More

Here we are, Easter weekend, and I hope everyone has a Hippity Hoppity Happy Easter! I've got a lot to share this weekend. So we'll start off with a buttload of pictures. My mom and dad spend quite a bit of time playing with me (or sometimes giving it their best effort when I'm not in the mood). I have a thing for strings, mostly, and dad made that tall scratchy thing in the pictures, though I've yet to use it. This one's all about my mom playtime. And then there's some additional mom stuff:

Now for the additional mom stuff:

Easter Sunday, which is a joyous day in itself, is an extra special day 'round here because my new mom is turning 50 years young! A milestone, for sure, but compared to me, she's still a babe (dad says the same, only I think he means something different) because technically, I'm about an annoying teenager's worth of human years older than her, so, yeah.

Yes, this is my mom, but it was taken a few years ago. I think she can still do this, but she might be a little sore the next day...

Happy Birthday, mom. I know I have my, umm, quirks (dad says you'd know ALL about that), but I think I love you already even though we're still getting to know each other.

Baby Steps No More

 Dad told me we were gonna stick with weekly posts to start, but I guess he was too excited to wait. 

I'm guessing it was a really big deal, based on my mom and dad's reactions, but apparently, my hopping up onto dad's lap on my own

and settling in for quite a while is something to oooh and aaah about.

Dad admitted afterward that although he was ecstatic I did it, he was more than a little umm, uncomfortable. Apparently, before I decided to join him in OUR chair he'd already had to pee pretty bad but was too lazy to get up. Small price to pay, says I...

And then, just last night mom and dad went to sit in their chairs for dinner. I'd been asleep in mom's chair (I'm learning to be an equal opportunity chair sitter), and she was willing to fight me for hers, so she kind of slid into place, nudging me a bit to the side, and lo and behold, I stayed!

Dad said I'm learning to be comfortable with them. Mom said I was just being stubborn and refusing to give up my warm spot. Ten points to mom.

Just a Girl Exploring

In his best "Great and Powerful Oz" voice...

Pay no attention to the cat behind the curtain!

 Okay, so I know I'm still new here and have lots to learn about my adopted parents, but I'm already fighting the urge to have the same snarky daditude my predecessor had. It didn't take me long to figure out that this guy isn't quite the funny, creative type he apparently thinks he is...