Sunday, November 13, 2016

Oy!

I'm really glad I'm a well-loved cat with a secure home.  All hell is about to break loose.  Actually, there might be a bit of a reprieve for a couple months, but then the shit is going to hit the fan.

I have no worries, personally, for which I'm unimaginably grateful.  My deepest compassion for all the other beings, animal and otherwise, in this country, the world, and the planet.

More shall be revealed.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

I'm Famous!

Mom took this photo of my last night, and now she's using it as her new avatar on Facebook.  So I'm famous!  Not that I wasn't before, since she'd been using an earlier photo of me for eons.

I love my 'tude in this image.

Happy Autumn!   

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Cool Pix

Mom recently got this gizmo called a "tablet," and she's been trying out a lot of photo apps on it.  And I'm her subject.  She either takes new photos of me and tinkers with them, or uses old photos to do the same.  Kinda cool, huh?






Friday, August 26, 2016

Holy Cat!

It's been so long since mom posted for me, that I made her promise to post all the photos she's taken in the last month or so, that she's been hoarding.  So here I am, in my many moods.




Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Friday, July 8, 2016

Hiding

Trying to blend in with the stack of ecodyed fabric I'm lounging on.  Mom always finds me though, wherever I manage to "hide." 

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Writing my memoirs...

I speak, mom writes.  Here I'm giving her "the look" because she's editing my words as I speak and I'm not particularly happy about it.  Guess I should be grateful that she's playing my scribe.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The N-word

In my world the "N" word is "NO."  I'm still not exactly sure what that word means, but there are times when mom uses it a lot, and rather emphatically too. So I have a pretty good idea it means I'm not supposed to do something.

Mom's been working intensely on a stitched and beaded project for a couple weeks.  And I'm a thread freak.  You do the math.  Sometimes I'll be good, on my best behavior, and I'll sit and watch her work as I am in the photo.  I'll watch that thread wiggle and jump around and I'll be keeping my paws to myself...and then suddenly, I can't stand it any longer and I'll reach out and try to catch it.  Right about then I'll hear NO!  So I'll pull my paw back, momentarily chastised, until I do it again.  At which point I get gently scooted off the table.

I've spent a lot of time this last couple weeks in self-imposed quiet time, on the rug behind where mom's working or up on my perch.