April 28, 2017

All Set?

Let's see.  Is everything ready?  Eggs done? Check.  Coffee poured?  Check. Eggs nice and hot,  in the plate?  Check.

All set....get ready!  HORK!!!  WAIT WAIT WAIT!  Have to get to the carpet!  Just made it.  HORK!

Still have some left in the ol' stummick?   Here's a good part of the carpet...HORK  HORK.

April 26, 2017

Who is the Mama?

Kitties, Mom thinks she has a burning question.  She wants to know who is the mama around here?  Her?  Or me.

Case in point plus background:  I got very badly sick 8 or so months ago.  I had diarrhea and I was vomiting everything I ate till there was nothing but bile to vomit and I did that constantly.  When I went to the box, I had diarrhea but also vomited at the same time.  Mom was terribly worried and got them to take me in at my v-e-t's.  Mom had to call Tiffany, hers and my favorite tech to get worked in.  That place is like an airport, there is so much traffic in and out!  So.  The Dr. prescribed Probiotics (and no food for a bit) plus I got something for nausea... and I have taken the probiotics every day forever after.  But it is the beginning of mom's wondering who the pawrent is here.

She said that I finally came in to sleep with her that very night after seeing the Dr.  after 2 days of not sleeping with her. (I was so sick with vomiting and diarrhea).

That night after the Dr. maybe 1 in the morning, I crept in and laid at her head for the first time in my life.  I always laid at her knees.  I stayed there till 5 am when I got up.  Poor mom  didn't sleep hardly a wink but was so grateful I was there and not seeming sick but needing her comfort, that she just stood it.

Next night I did the same and since then, I sleep cheek to cheek with her.  My face against hers...side by side. Or I lay my chin on her forehead and sleep.  Lately I have taken to literally holding her head in my arms.  I rest my head/chin on her left forehead and group my arms around each side of her head.  I settle my head carefully into her forehead and purr us to sleep.  She has learned to sleep decently enough she said or, she warned me, she would have to ask me to move.

But she seriously wondered if I am being a mother cat to her?  I bring in 2 to 4 of my babies each night for her and announce all of them separately.  And I accompany her into bed even though she can't get the covers up hardly without shooing me.  I perch on her chesticles area until the light goes out and then I may leave to go get my babies.  Then, I must lay on her head or right next to it on the pillow.  I will hold her head in my arms more times than not.

Who is the momma?

April 23, 2017

Easy on Sunday

Kitties!  I am started off on my easy and I think I will make it a marathon.   Heavy rains won't stop so my TV channels are washed out.  I'd love some company for a Cuddlepile....

April 21, 2017

I Own All, I Make the Decisions

Well, all parts of the bed are mine,  and just because this is where she wants to be at night...well...if I get there first, this side is mine as is the pillow.

If the sheets are newly changed that day, and newly turned down to receive ME, then I am there to enjoy the cool fresh percale.  It's all for me, right? if I am correct and usually I am.

Picture me up there on the pillow about 1130 at night..taking up a third of it, and picture me on it facing downward and my head and shoulder is even with her head and shoulder.  The purring just enchants her as it is right against her head; tis true,  If I am sitting in a catloaf position, sometimes my right front leg and paw slips downward and truly...honestly, coincidentally,  my paw  slips right into her ear.  I let it stay about 45 seconds and take it out but it slips back in.  After a minute, mom turns her head sideways to get her ear clear of soft snowy paws. Then she falls fast asleep.

Just my Katie on the Spot service, Ma'am.  No charge. You're family.

April 18, 2017

Bobbing and Weaving

Ol' mom was down on one knee, the other knee up and she was leaning her left arm on the knee...trying to take my picture as I was in my recliner.  Well, she used a bounce flash that went to the ceiling and with good result.  Trouble is, she was bobbing and weaving down there like she was trying to escape with her life for pity sake!

I meowed to her that if she couldn't be any steadier than THAT while down there, she should only go sit in a chair or something for pity sake! So it's a bit blurry.  Thanks mommy!  She would have embarrassed me at the arboretum a week ago had I been there.  She was on the ground and leaned in for a macro of a bee after she got him still enough to take his picture (it's in her blog and in Flickr).  She finally did and then there came the task of getting up off the ground.  Her knees are shot, I'll give her that.

Anyway, here is the "mom...your moving!" shot.  BUT you can see my tongue.  I'm thinking of seared salmon in its juices.  And mice cream.

April 16, 2017

So Many Dear Ones

Kitties, I have two hundred and one fur babies in my Rainbow page.  I put our Nellie in there this morning and decided to make sure all the rest of our furriends were there as well.  They are.

Nellie, I will miss you always and forever.

April 15, 2017

Hummingbird Poo and Stuff

Mommy said to say that hummingbird poo looks like thicker sugar water and just as sticky.  She doesn't want anybuddy to know... but she is always bare foot and goes onto the deck a LOT.  She has seen them poo over by the feeder and on the floor while hovering AND on the window,  so...unfortunately she speaks from experience.  She has said if a hummingbird does it, whatever it is, it's alright.

 She also said that after the nectar she cooks for them is cooled, it immediately goes into the fridge, capped, and there it waits till the hummingbirds  need a refill.  It's best to change the nectar every third day, fourth tops.  Especially when it's hot and it could begin to spoil or grow mold.  Mold is a terrible sickener of hummingbirds.   Clean the feeder at least once a week and don't forget their drinking ports.  They get clogged.   She measured 1 cup of cane sugar and 4 measured cups of water--never honey and never artificial sweetener.  Ever.  You'll sicken them and they may die. Bring to a boil. Take off the heat and allow to cool enough to put in the fridge.  Mommy uses a glass juice jar.

I patrol for them and keep them safe.  Ahem.

Hope you don't mind my annual hummingbird help again.  Mom and I love them so much.

Mom has a thousand more steps to make to meet her goal.  There were too many events where she goes to walk to keep a sustained walk going long.  She will make it I'm sure.

Mom puts these under the feeder for the hummer's added enjoyment.  She took this picture with her phone on yesterday's walkie.

Xo  Meow.