Here I am cruising on the ottoman, a mere five minutes ago. Mom woke me up from a snooze to take a few photos. I look like I'm still in dreamland. Maybe I am. Maybe this is all a dream...and when we die, we truly wake up.
Autumn ~ my favorite time of year. I love being in the west window facing south, with the sun streaming in. Love those slanted rays, love the saturated colors of life in the fall. Who cares if I'm partially color blind? It all looks good to me.
This is me, multitasking ~ giving myself a bath and surveying my domain at the same time. Actually, I was busy with the grooming but mom kept waving her hand in front of my face so I'd turn toward her. This was as far as I got before she took the shot. I have kind of a cute nose, don't I?
Mom spent a good deal of time this past summer perfecting cheesecake. Every time she eats a slice, I get the first bite. Umm, umm good. I just LOVE mom's cheesecake! She even lets me lick it right off her fork, and then she just carries on eating with the same fork. I think my kitty cooties keep mom strong and healthy. She hasn't been sick in a long while. Nor have I. Bon appetit!
Thank you friends, for chiming in here after my last post. Actually only two of you, but that's good enough for me. Far be it from me to disappoint anyone. I waggled my paw at mom and said, "See? My audience needs me. You can't delete my blog!" I also made her promise to take photos of me regularly again, so I have something to blog about.
Hot off the press ~ having my own personal PowWow on the floor of the studio, with parrot feathers mom collected in August when she visited Miranda's Rescue. She snuck behind the parrot cages during Miranda's annual auction, while nobody was looking. The feathers were just laying on the ground, composting.
We're big fans and supporters of Miranda's. They're just down the road from us in Fortuna ~ you can actually see the sanctuary from the bluff by Rose Cottage. Check out their website. And support animal rescues!
Where have I been? Nowhere...just here. Doin' nothing special, on days when everything is special just because I'm alive, and because I love my mum, and because life is good. Day after day. I'm wondering whether I should bother at all continuing to blog. Mom has invited me to write a post now and then on her blog, but I haven't decided yet. Meanwhile, far too much time has elapsed since the last time I checked in here, and I'm feeling a smidge guilty.
Anyway, back to my afternoon nap. Happy autumn, if you're in the NoHem, or spring, if you're not.
Hmmm, I've never been a dad, but I'm glad I had one, otherwise I wouldn't be here to tell the story. I have no idea who my father was. He might've been that ugly white cat who was hanging out with me in mom's backyard in 2004, along with the fluffy tortie cat. Come to that, maybe the tortie was my dad and the white one was my original mom. Mom called them Whitey and Fluff. Whitey once went into mom's house and pissed in one of the closets, right on mom's shoes. Boy, she sure wasn't happy about that. If he was my dad, then I must've gotten my good manners from the other cat, because I'd never do anything like piss in mom's closet.
I have a new vet. Her name is Dr. Jennifer. Mom took me to see her on Wednesday for an annual well senior exam. I'll be 11 next month, guess that means I'm well into my senior feline years.
Anyhoo, Dr. Jennifer took some of my blood, my first blood draw ever. And guess what she said? I have the blood of a young cat! Isn't that great!
My teeth need to be cleaned, though, so I'll be going back in on April 28 to have that taken care of. Not especially looking forward to that.
The related by blood part of this post is that whenever mom has her blood drawn at her doctor's, they keep telling her she has the blood of a younger person, too. From her blood alone, they always think she's 20 years younger than she is.
So we're connected by our good blood...among other things.
Mom often recounts for me the story of my being rescued from abandonment, way back in 2004 when we lived in Eureka.
A recent twist to the story is that mom's not sure any more who rescued whom. She needed someone to love and accept her unconditionally, just like I did. So really, we rescued each other.
We're soulmates, no doubt about that. We're best buds, we're always there for each other, we take care of each other, we love being together.
Just the other day mom said it was destined for us to find each other. That she had to go through every single experience she went through to be in the exact spot where I'd been abandoned, at the precise time I was looking for my forever home.
Here I am the other day, goofing around with a book mom was reading. Great book, incidentally. Mom says, "If you want to know what's really going on in this country, read this book." That faux pile o' rocks on the ottoman behind me is actually a photoshopped mask hiding a white towel mom left there, that looked pretty strange in the photo.