Pay No Attention to the Crusty Old Cat Behind the Curtain

Firstly, I did not write the title of this post. Secondly, "crusty"? "old"? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. 

Anyhoo, so I know we've posted photos of me looking out the sliders before, but dad felt the need to share some more.

Close

The only difference this time is that there was no little bunny outside for me to chitter at and drool over, and the drapes are new. Mom and dad got some heavier ones in preparation for winterizing this place, which is cool since it gives me more space to hide.

Closer

Often, mom and dad will be like, "Where's the kitty?" or "Smudge? Here Smudgy Smudge", like I disappeared or something.

Closest

I'll sit as still as I can behind the drapes, laughing my furry butt off, knowing I'm fooling them. Until they see the suspicious bulge in the drapes.

Wait, where was I? Let's see- pot, kettle, drapes, oh yeah, so dad's got another mutt-sitting stint next week. He'll be taking care of Goober McDinglehound, seen here sorting through his emotions the day after the election.

Yeah, it's Thanksgiving week, but duty calls. Dad and mom plan to spend at least part of Thanksgiving Day together. I've overheard talk of a big "healthy" breakfast including eggs, potatoes, bagels, veggie sausage, and mimosas. I don't think there's burd of any sort on the menu this year😿. They'll also be watching It's a Wonderful Life, their annual Thanksgiving tradition. So, umm, Happy Thanksgiving.

SUNday Snoozefest part II

 So, as much as I'd like to, I can't control the cold temperatures these days. Boy, how I already miss the screen on the front storm door, the open sliders, and the fresh air flowing through the windows. Routine weather patterns, seasonal cycles, and all that bull and whatnot- whatever.

 At least I can still catch the occasional sun puddle for my naps. Mom's got her melatonin, dad's daily rising at, to quote mom, "the buttcrack of dawn" is his sleep aid, but give me a nice warm puddle o' sun and I'm off to la la land for hours on end. Or at least until the sun moves. It helps, too, to have parents who cater to my every need. 

Yeah, I turned the chair for her

We felines have to put up with those damn cameras in our faces constantly, and when I'm sleeping it doesn't much matter, but sometimes, well, I'm sure you can relate...

Depends on Your School of Thought and Beliefs

Dad found one of my whiskers on the floor the other day. 

See it? Right there-

I'm not superstitious, but this could be interpreted either way...

It's only the big one in the middle. Those others are just my furs

Blindfold me, swing me around 10 times by my tail and dare me not to puke- what a week it's been. Who in their right mind- never mind. That explains it.

Let it go, Smudge, let it go.

The Queen Bee

I don't typically do the Sunday Selfie thing, but my goodness, if this photo doesn't sum up my Smudgitude, nothing does. End of story.