Angus Mhor

'Cuz Tommy and The Chans said I was off-blog too long....And Huffle said I was a nice boy.

2011-10-05T16:50:00.003-05:00

HEY!
::cough, cough-ahem!::
Hey! ::that's better::

Yeah, those are my feet.

My curlin' up to rest myself feet.
You may ask, "Why should you be restin'? You may well ask!
Shoot! Hadn't been bloggin'. Hadn't been visitin', 'cept sparsely, here n' there. Mostly there. Can't seem to get any help from mom-she's 'bout useless.

Aaaah. Feels good to stretch out under the Ott-Lights. They put out just enough warmth to keep my furchin cozy.

Weel, it's been a right difficult few months 'round here. Don't like to complain, so I won't.
But, I will tell you that That Boy, Mickey, has himself a new group home and Dayhab.
The Sandy Man is home from the Very Sandy Place for good.
And the Grad Student smashed her car all to heck an' gone. Well, lemme say that an UNINSURED DRIVER smashed it all to heck an' gone.

BUT! The Sandy Man is job-huntin'.
The Grad Student is waiting for the insurance to do it's thing and is car-less (but life-full, as mom likes to say)
And mom's blood pressure was 149/105 today at the dentist.
She was only in for a cleaning.
But, still!

After I get all rested up, I'm gonna go make biscuits on her and drool a whole lot. She likes it when I do that. What? She does!

Where Have All The Rainclouds Go-o-one?

2011-07-28T08:36:00.002-05:00

I'm snoopervisin' mom from the exquisite comfort of the Gizzy Miss Millie's mom made for me.
It's so hot here that most of mom's flowers have just baked. They're all brown and crispy-it's so sad to see.

We've got the fans a-blowin' and all the windows curtained, so there's no Birdie TV to watch.
I am sooo BORED!

I should 'port down to Huffle's house where it's cooler.

ManCat At Work

2011-07-19T01:00:00.000-05:00

Mom's bein' all creative today, so I'm hangin' out with her in her workroom.
She's got some magatama beads an' some string an' some bird charms (I like those!) an' some crimp tubes and some sparkly crystal drop beads.
All suitable for whappin', of course.

I suppose you could say I'm hangin' out ON her work, too!

Here's a wonky-paw shot:

I tell ya, I lovelovelove it when she gets to beadin'.
All the bitty-bits of charms and beads and-

STRING! Gosh, I lervvvvve when she gets out the string. She'll put on a bead and pull on the string, and put on another bead and pull on that string.

Every now an' then I CATCH IT! Then, she reminds me I'm here to be her Muse, not to provide paws-on assistance. Then I look at her like this:

If she's smart, she'll provide some eyeball skritches:

Aaaaah!

Friday, Wahoo!, Friday

2011-06-17T01:00:00.000-05:00

Boy, howdy, am I glad it's Friday!
Whoops! You've caught me checkin' in with my supplier, erm, MOM.
You know, I don't usually indulge, mostly because 'nip has little effect on me, but after the week we've had, I thought a little relaxation was due.

Me, relaxing.

This is what I'M talkin' about:

Stuck Between My Toes

2011-06-16T01:00:00.000-05:00

Hey, ya'll! I'm hangin' out on mom's worktable, overseeing her newest project:

She's working on a loom. Using a long needle, lots of thread and teeny-tiny beady-beads, she weaves them into a pattern. This particular project is more a therapy project than a challenge project. She creates something simple just for the benefit of working with her hands and mind, giving her heart and emotions a rest. She couldn't keep her mind on a challenge project.

These are gonna be flowers. It'll end up being a bracelet or bookmark or something. See the tiny beads peakin' out from under the mat? Over there, to the left of my pawrs. Yeah! There they are! Now, I like beads, as a rule. They're like little balls and eminently whappable. Man, you get one of those shiny, slicky beads and you can plumb wear yourself OUT!
But those teeny-tiny beads are somethin' else. If my mom drops some or I saunter across her worktable into an uncovered dish of them, they'll get all stuck up into my pawr pads, in the crevices between my many toes. They're horrible to get out! Then, I've got colorful, sparkly poop, which is entertaining for me, but not necessarily helpful to my mom.

And there's your "pawrs only" shot for all the Wonky-Paw fans!

No, mom, I don't need to get down-I'm quite comfortable, thank you!
What? YOU want me to get down?

You're kidding, right?

Angus' Mum: Well, today's NOT been a good day in the World of Mickey. The sheltered workshop he's employed in has really dropped the ball. They've got only 1 person to supervise 85 clients + The Mickster (Escape Artist Extraordinaire). At least, that's their story.
Today, Sir Runs-A-Lot was walked into the office where he clocked in, walked back to his spot and then...POOF! Disappeared! That's what the workshop says. Well, they say he was never there, hence, they're not responsible. The time clock says otherwise, but, who's arguing? The Boy ducked out an open bay door and ran down his bunny trail to his desired destination. Again, someone from another group home, a van driver, noticed his flight and was able to convince him to get into the van, where they went to Dayhab.

We've decided he's cheated that 6-lane busy street enough. We're pulling him out of the sheltered workshop and letting him go to Dayhab every day. We hadn't wanted that for him. Safety wins out. So, we're going to pursue work contracts to occupy him for half the day and he can pursue his own interests the other half. Somebody's gotta fund his Disney obsession!

I want to thank you all for offering your encouragement and support for us. It's been a hard month. We so wanted him to be successful at this. He can do the work, and then some! That autistic attention to detail and ability to stay supremely focused enabled him to churn out an amount of work I'd never have believed had I not seen it myself. He's amazing! But, his need for support and supervision just did him in. 'Course, if he hadn't needed such support and supervision, well...You know.

Anyway, thank you.

Wanted: New Photog

2011-06-15T01:00:00.001-05:00

You know, this photo was supposed to be taken of me reclining blissfully on a pile of newly washed, newly folded laundry. This photo was supposed to feature me, beatific smile in place, snoozing happily upon said pile of laundry consisting of pajamas, those nice n' soft pajamas.
But, NOOoooo.
I'm on the settee in the office, lookin' as if this is the only place I've stopped in the whole house for days!
I assure you I get around.
In the house.

Note from the mom: No calls. That means Sir Elopes-a-Lot has stayed put for two days in a row! Mom couldn't stand it and called into work to check on him and he's motorin' along nicely. One more, shall we?

Hey, ya'll. I want to thank you all for the kind words and encouragement you've left for me in comments regarding Mickey. I should come out of my shell more often, eh?

The Great Exposition

2011-06-14T01:00:00.000-05:00

Heavens to Mergatroid, it's hot!
No, it's HOT!
All caps, biggest font, red letters, HOT!

I'm stayin' in the dark, laid out flat on my side with mah whole belleh exposed to what ever trickle of air should happen by. I must avoid pantin' at all costs. ALL costs, I say! Pantin', on a feline, is NOT attractive. All that slobberin' and droolin' and tongue a-hangin' out down to my knees-::shudder::
In weather like this, I wish I were born a Sphynx, like Dragonheart and Merlin. You remember those guys? Gosh, it's been a long time since we've heard from them. I hope they're well. But, to be nekkit in the hots....::sigh::

Anywho, It's Bloomin' 'OT!!!

I'm just sayin'.

The Mom here: Thank you for all your purrs and purrayers for Mickey. No phone calls today=no news is good news! If we can just keep The Boy away from the InterState, well, that would be a good thing. Onward!

GentleManCat Monday

2011-06-13T01:00:00.001-05:00

Considerin' it's Monday and considerin' we call it "ManCat Monday", I'm gonna be a bit GentleManCatly and feature my sisfur, Leeloo today:

She's snoopervisin' and helpin' mom whilst she strings together pretty beads and stuff. This particular moment, tho', mom's workin' with wire. Leeloo loveslovesloves to bat at the wire.
In Texas, some people say, "Wahr".

There she goes to battin'.

Isn't she pretty?
I like'er okay, even tho' she hardly lets me groom her head before she gives me the paw.

What?
I'm perfectly fine over here.
Oh, Leeloo's a fine snoopervisor, really!

You KNOW you wanted that closeup shot.

::grin::

The Mom here-Here goes another week in our Mickey World. If you pray, would you take a moment and remember Mickey this week? Not only for his continued safety, but also for him to be able to settle down into the transportation routine. I'd sure appreciate it. Thank you!

A Restful Day

2011-06-12T01:00:00.001-05:00

Is it Sunday?
It is?

Then you KNOW what I'm doin':

I'm hopin' it's a restful day all over the 'Spheres, both Cat and Dog.
Now, shush.

I'm sleepin' here.

A Whiff of Rain

2011-06-11T01:00:00.000-05:00

A storm rolled through this evening, teasing us with the smell of rain. The Sandy Man opened all the doors and windows to take advantage of the 25 degree drop in temperature. I took advantage of the open doors to snoof and whiff around.

Leeloo, too!

You can see all the brown leaf detritus in our back yard. No rain.

Friday was NOT a good Mickey-day. I have to say, I don't mind sharing my blog space with mom's updates on him...does it bug you? She says it makes her feel a bit better to let you know what's happening in her world. Anyway, he went walk-about again...crossed a 6 lane street near his workshop. Thankfully, the morning rush was over.
The bus driver didn't let him off at the door.
He's safe, but, SHOO!

Comfort Food

2011-06-10T01:00:00.000-05:00

Despite the dearth of laps in my neck of the woods, Stinky Goodness yet abounds.
I saw Dr. Linn at the V-E-T the other day and I'm just the right weight for me, so, I indulged a bit.

'Course, the inevitable aftermath of the SG:

Well, no phone calls today, no incidents. Mickey had a Good Day at work. Mom says that she should be droppin' pounds like pencils on account of all the nervous energy she's expendin'. At least the house is clean!

Hey! Thanks, everybody, for comin' over yesterday to visit me. It was sure nice to see you!

And Nary A Lap To Be Found

2011-06-09T01:00:00.000-05:00

Heavens to Mergatroid it's been busy 'round here!
Mom says it's been absolutely nutso crazy, too. Between the Grad Student's Graduation-she's a Master of Somethin' or 'Nother- and Mickey's Graduation and both of 'em havin' birthdays and some of those Sticky Kids havin' Birthdays....SHOO! 'Course, don't forget Mother's Day..and the Sandy Man came home for an extended furlough to help Mickey transition from school to work. All I care about, natch, is the extra nap lap.

In and amongst all the busy-ness, Mom and the Sandy Man have been shepherding Mickey through that whole "transition" thing.
Mickey doesn't savvy "transition" too well. He's a man of routine - a quality not appreciated by some of the new people in his life. So, Mom's been going to meetings and making phone calls and more phone calls and then a few meetings. Have you ever seen the comedy routine where a person begins to sit down in a chair and someone pulls the chair out from under them..causing them to fall to the floor?

Anywhosen, just when I think all the laps are in the proper mode for nappin'-shoot!
I need some help!
I gotta get these people to calm the heck down,
so I can get a decent nap!

The Best She Can Do

2011-04-01T10:04:00.002-05:00

I know, I know!
The Meezers and I certainly have some things in common, don't we?
I'm not gonna speak to the "snorking and drooling", 'cause she hasn't fed me my stinky goodness of a morning, but the rest-oh, yeah!

Anywhosen, I'm alive, Leeloo's alive, Neville is what ever passes for "alive" for khanines, as is that Leaky Bucket, Ellie.
That Tall Boy of ours has a little over a month to get used to his new workshop, and I'm purrayin' he'll like it enough not to elope!
The Grad Student is almost finished with her second set of letters after her name, and, I hear, she's gonna go for some more!
The Sandy Man is still in the Very Sandy Place and is likely to stay there for the foreseeable future, leaving Ellie and I to share the Awesomely Big People Bed with mom.

Mom's gardening and weeding and watering..she's even let me outside with her! For this, I'll refrain from random whaps at her passing legs for, oooooh, a minute or two.

Sooo, how're you?

It Only Makes Me Sneeze

2011-02-20T08:29:00.004-06:00

We got the most luscious package in the mail the other day.
We'd won an auction supporting Chrystal's Cat House.
And ladies and gentlecats, I have finally found the SOURCE.
The package was from the kind cats over at Forty Paws.
Now, you all know what they do over at Forty Paws. Why, many of you have been the
grateful recipients of their peculiar talent. What the rest of the blogosphere didn't
know was what else you've received from them:

My friends, that box was filled with plastic thingys and a piece of fabric. Mom, being the canny sort she is, assembled them into a ham-mick. A ham-mick of my very own! That I have to share with Leeloo! Awesome!
But that's not ALL it contained. Oh, no, not by a long stretch of the paw.
It contained

Some of the

most delectable

catnip I have ever had the pleasure to sample.

And most of you know that I'm not usually susceptible to the stuff. But this....oh my, my.
I was transported. Transported, I say! The room began to tilt a little. (Now I have an idea of how Nicky must see the world at times!) The colors seemed to sliiiiiide and my paws had trouble finding the floor. ::sigh::

It was great!

Leeloo just loveslovesloves this hairy blankie from the good Peggy.

It makes the purrrrr-fect after-Nip nappin' spot!

I gotta get a hold of Dorfie so's he can hook me up.

Baby, Baby

2011-02-17T14:23:00.002-06:00

Whoops!
Hey! You caught me in the midst of a nice long drink of water.
What?
You don't drink from the fish tank?
I'm so sorry for you-you're really missing something delish!

This is Ellie.
She's the new puppy I told you about last week.
She's an eight-week-old Labrador/Heeler/Alsatian mix...according to her foster family.
I say she's a Leaky Bucket! When she walks away from the water dish, she drips at least a third of what she tried to suck down all over the floor. She's also a little whiny and has weird breath.
So far, I'm careful to stay at least 2 feet above her at all times.

She does this A LOT!
Mom says she'd like to be sleepin' as much as Ellie does. All you mom's know what it's like having a baby in the house. And I'm not just referring to human babies. ANY baby is noisy, hungry, sleepy, and prone to effluvial outbursts from time to time, regardless of genus-species. And the mom's are always short on sleep.

Leeloo's opinion is self-evident.

Beggs n' Acon

2011-02-10T09:12:00.003-06:00

This lovely view contains something the Sandy Man (who works on the other side of the world in a Very Sandy Place) LOVES! Rocks. Yep, he loves rocks and in England there are plenty of them. The rock wall you see above, marching on into the distance, is a bit of what remains of Hadrian's Wall. This section is in the Housesteads Roman Fort, near Hexham.
It's a pretty view, isn't it? Mom plans to have this photo blown up and posterized so she can frame it and hang it on a wall.

Above you see something a bit more interesting to you and I. In England and Ireland ( I don't know about Scotland, we'll have to ask the Dughallmors) the meat is known as rashers. We'd call it bacon! It's cut very thick and is more ham-ish than crispy bacon-ish. The eggs are raised locally and fried over easy. Martin, mom and dad's host at Angus Hotel in Carlisle, UK, is a terrific chef! Mom and dad said these were the best eggs EVAR!!!

In other news, the puppy is very slobbery. This is really gross. Mom bought a new camera last night and will be able to take some pictures of her tonight. All the lovely pictures taken overseas were courtesy of the Sticky Kids' Dad, who graciously loaned mom his very fancy Nikon camera for the trip.

There'd better be some of me, that's all I'm sayin'.

Salmon!

2011-02-08T08:38:00.002-06:00

This is the Carrick-a-Rede bridge. It leads to an island once used by fishermen during salmon season. Mmmmm, salmon! Succulent, pink flesh....I love salmon. Mom! Can I have some salmon Stinky Goodness this morning? I love salmon!
Angus.
What? I love salmon!
You were talking about the rope bridge.
Oh, yeah. Sorry, everyfurple. I got a little distracted.
Anywhosen, mom paid real moneys for the privilege of crossing the bridge, risking life and limb and all future feedings of Salmon Stinky Goodness.
On a clear day, you can see all the way to the Dughallmore Beagles in Scotland!
Hey, Rosie! Hey, Snoop! Hey, Gabbi! Hey, Alfie!

In other news, dear friends, I am looking for a new home. Mom has brought home a
rescue puppy and she says the puppy is STAYING HERE FOREVER!
My life is over.

Thinkin' Warm Thoughts

2011-02-04T01:00:00.000-06:00

This is Galaxy!
She's a beauti-gorgeous Alpaca my mom met at Fairshaw Rigg, a fab B&B in Hexham, UK. Besides providing the most comfortable lodgings in the UK, the kind folks at Fairshaw Rigg raise Alpacas and knit the softest, warmest scarves, socks, wristlets and more I've ever had the pleasure to make biscuits upon! This stuff is soooooo soft and warmy-warm, I wish I had a whole blankie of my very own made of it. The Alpaca fur shaft is hollow, holding in heat while remaining light. But, Galaxy does not give up her furs lightly, or without cost! Many green papers were spent to bring them home to me.

Did you know that Alpacas have only bottom teeth? The top of their jaw is a thicker gummed pad, so, thankfully, Galaxy did not take one of mom's fingers when she helped feed her breakfast.The Lovely Lady above is the ONLY CAT MOM SAW IN THE WHOLE OF THE UK! At least, along Hadrian's Wall. She was one of several felines that secretly ran the B&B...you know how that goes! If you ever send your people to Hexham on vacation this is the place they need to stay.

*The folks at the B&B did NOT slip me any stinky goodness to promote their B&B. It was mom's favorite, and they're really nice people. She just wants to encourage support of really nice people!

Baaaaa!

2011-02-03T01:00:00.000-06:00

I know.
It's not a picture of me, but you've got to admit, it's a pretty cool picture.
This is one of the squillions of photo's mom took while she was in Ireland, the Land of Clive and Murray.
The only thing missing from this idyllic view is a sheep!
And John Wayne, according to mom.
And if you've got John, you've GOT to have Maureen.
"No patty-fingers, IF you please!"
You know what this photo reminds me of, tho'?
Eric and Flynn's fields!
I just know there are wee meeses creepin' in and amongst the grass blades near that stone wall.

I'm Alive!

2011-02-02T06:37:00.003-06:00

Hey, Efurrybody!
Just wanted you all to know I'm still breathin' over here in Freezin'-my-Kaboochie-off Lubbock, Texas.
And Mom's home! But, her luggage is NOT home.

She spent all day yesterday wanderin'
around the house in a jetlagged haze Blarneyin' this and Go-Bragh-in that. You KNOW I don't pay attention to such incoherence, don'tcha?
She spent a little time (in between mutterin' "Gie me another Guiness, barkeep!" and tellin' me to put more peat bricks on the fire) visitin'
'round the CB and commentin'. If, by any chance, you should be one of those unfortunates, do please forgive any, um, inappropriate comments she may or may not have made on my behalf, won't you?
Sometime today she plans, she says, to transfer photo's of her trip onto her computer so's she can share them with YOU! I tol' her you could care less 'bout pictures that I'm not in and she better get crackin' at takin' some of me with which to grace my blog.

Slainte!

Not Susceptible to the Effects Of

2011-01-10T01:00:00.000-06:00

So, Mom says she's fixin' to leave on a jet plane. That means I'm here, ALONE, without her.
That means that life will not be much fun. She says she's takin' her fancy iPad with her and is gonna try long distance networkin' with me to post on my blog. She's even got a fancy camera connection kit for it and thinks she can upload photos and such.
But they won't be photos of ME.

Now, on to what I say.
I say that it's about to be bloomin' cold here and I'm gonna freeze my kaboochie off if she's not here to snuggle with.
And I say that Leeloo is sooooo funny when she's nipped out! She writhes and wriggles on our cat tree and falls OFF!
It's hilarious!
I don't even try to hide the laughin'!
I, of course, am not affected by nip at all. AT ALL. Which is kind of a shame, but then again...

One Who Has Seen The Eye

2011-01-07T01:00:00.001-06:00

Do you ever look your people in the eye and wonder what they're thinkin'?
Do they ever look you in the eye and wonder aloud what you're thinkin'?
I tried figurin' out what my mom was thinkin' one time. All I could get was a mishmash of house-cleanin', grocery-shoppin', and errands to run overlaid with a veneer of some book she'd been readin' 'bout intergalactic battles and grasers. Oh, and somewhere in there she was plantin' little squares of strawberries. (Notice I said I did this one time.)
What I'm thinkin' is fairly easy to fathom and much more enjoyable. Sunpuddles.
Friskies' salmon dinner.
There's a little itch behind my left ear.
Honk-shoooooo.
Headin' for the litter box.
Stuff like that.
Now, sometimes I'm thinkin' 'bout jumpin' out at Leeloo from behind the closet drapes.
And sometimes, I'm thinkin' 'bout BOPpin' that dog into next week.
But on the whole, it's pretty tame stuff.

Whotchoo' thinkin' 'bout?

Lookin' into Lonely

2011-01-06T01:00:00.000-06:00

Did I tell you I'm being abandoned-aGAIN!?
Well, I am. Here in a few days, mom's gonna fly East to hang out in the U.K. First, to Hadrian's Wall, so the Sandy Man can look at rocks. He loves to look at rocks. The older the rocks, the better, too. After a week of lookin' at rocks, they're gonna ferry over to the Land of Clive to see what they can see.
She's gonna be gone FOR-EV-AR! ::whine::
The Grad Student will be here to look after Leeloo and I and that Corgi-dog, but it's just not the same.

You know that Murray loves the color yellow, don't you?
Mom's tryin' to think of something yellow to take to him-does anycat have any ideas? Anydog?

An Efficient Use of Space

2011-01-05T01:00:00.000-06:00

Since last we met, Mom's moved our Stinky Goodness feeding spot into the Laundry Room onto the counter. Sure, and she was convinced I'd stop jumpin' up on the kitchen counter without canned food as a motivator. Hah! I've discovered I enjoy the unique perspective afforded by the countertop. I can look her right in the eye and send messages more quickly. From the floor, they only make it as far as her kneecap, which doesn't get me Stinky Goodness any faster. I can also get a clear view at the Betta Fish Digory a-swimmin' 'round in his glass column. I've yet to sink a hook(ed claw), but, since he's confined in there, I'll take my time and enjoy the view, eh?

So, I Did Something About It

2011-01-04T01:00:00.000-06:00

What, pray tell, did I do something about?
Well, I deactivated my Facebook account!
Yessir, I took a deep breath and pushed tha button and now....no more Facebook! And it's totally awesome! I got fed on time tonight, and fresh water in my water bowl and she even cleaned out the litter pan. It's a bloomin' merkle. And here I am havin' a wee chat up with all you fine an' furry folk!
2011 shall be the year without a "-Ville"!

And I'll Take The Low

2010-11-16T08:26:00.000-06:00

Are you cold?
I'm cold!
I don't mind the cold, as a rule. Which is probably fortunate for me, since SOMEmom has yet to turn on the heater. She says she'll only turn it on if the temperature in the house drops to sub-zero. I wanna know who's perception of the meaning of sub-zero applies here? I'm thinkin' anycold less than 65F is more n' my personal antifreeze can accommodate. When the mercury drops low enough to prompt the floofin' of my undercoat, as shown above, it's not far from ARCTIC, as far as I'm concerned. She called me the 'W' word, and suggested I make use of the many blankets thrown about for our comfort.

I suggested she have a care where she puts her feet without lookin'.

::wink::

It's Amazin'

2010-10-29T01:00:00.000-05:00

It's amazin' what mom can do while under the influence.

Of Theraflu, that is.
She can plant and harvest whole crops,
Open a Spa AND a Bakery,
Oversee the prunin' and removal of trees in my backyard,
Vote,
Put together bookshelves,
And cycle through the laundry.
But SOMEHOW she's completely unable to find a
can of Stinky Goodness,
Pop the top,
and feed this poor, starving,
many-toed waif.
You know, more than half of all those
so-called "accomplishments" I've enumerated up there
are VIRTUAL.

That means not real.

So they don't count.
Which means there is Not Only No, But UH-UH reason
for her to have failed in her bounden duty.

Don't you think?

I Did It Anyway!

2010-10-22T01:00:00.000-05:00

Okay, two things:
One..we've been having the most ginormous, noisy, lightning-y storm today.
All my furs
are standing on end.
Feels weird.
Two...I ate some of that ribbon hangin' off one of mom's purrthday balloons. Aaaand,
I yacked on the carpet.

Heh.

Mom says to tell you all "Thank you!!!!" for the purrthday wishes!
She actually put on a few extra wrinkles last week.
But, she's grateful for your good wishes all the same.
You're good friends!

Pink and Yellow and Purple

2010-10-20T01:00:00.001-05:00

Oh, hey. 'Scuse me while I scratch this itch.
Oh, no! You don't have to leave. We can still talk.
It's not like YOU don't have an itch every now and then...and you don't let ANYTHING stop you from attendin' to it, do ya? Well, likewise, here.
So, the weather's on the change 'round here. You know I love it when the leaves start to fallin' and swirlin' and such. Makes me all spazzoid an' skittery. You, too? I KNEW IT!
Shoot. I knew I couldn't be the only furson havin' this happenin'. Kinda fun, eh? But also kinda wearin'.
'Course, I don't mind takin' an extra nap, do you?

I KNEW IT!

Anywhosen, Mom's all old, now, and she got some balloons for her birthday. Here's Leeloo:

You can prackally see her belly-button!
Heh. She just loves these! Shoot, I just wanted to nom on the curly ribbon tyin'em to the weight. Mom wouldn't let me, tho'. She said I'd just yack'em up!

Ththththppppppbbbbbttt!

The Prime of Angus Mhor

2010-10-11T01:00:00.000-05:00

Oh, for pity's sake!
Can't a guy dismount from the cat tree without being caught in an ungainly pose?
This picture isn't my best, by any method of judgement you choose to apply.
I mean, look! Just look at the pudge-flash!
WAIT! DON'T! DON'T LOOK!

AAAAUUUGGGHHHH!

How Blue Can You Make Me?

2010-10-09T01:00:00.000-05:00

I heard Canadian Geese yesterday.
I lovelovelove the sound of Canadian Geese, don't you? Here, in West Texas, it means that Fall is coming. Woot! Fall is coming! Cooler days, colder nights. Fireplaces all a-roar and laps covered with comfy blankies just waiting for me to make many much biscuits before I curl up for snoozin'.

::sigh::

And, again, I say-::sigh:

BTW, I know you know there are some pretty awesome friends in this here Cat Blogosphere and DWB. Right? Well, an especially giving heart gave Mickey the nicest gift..a BANJO! And he's strummity-strum-strummin' it fit ta bust, I'm just sayin'.

Nothin' left to say 'cept-Thank you.

Thank you.

A Decrease of the Surplus Population

2010-10-07T01:00:00.000-05:00

Bleh.
Yes, I said, "Bleh".
"Why?", you ask. Well, I'll enlighten you.
The Sandy Man has returned to the Very Sandy Place.
That means one less lap to lie on.
One less pair of legs to twine about.
One less pair of hands to provide skritches.
BUT!
We shall not dwell upon all that.
We shall turn our minds toward all of YOU, my friends!
Near and far, you're all a comfort, and I'm grateful for you.

Oh, maaaaan. That means mom's gonna be flashin' me all the time, now.

Bleh.

Vector Control

2010-09-17T08:44:00.004-05:00

Hey, ya'll! Boy, howdy, am I glad it's Friday. Oh, not for my sake. For Mom's.
The Sandy Man has come home from the Very Sandy Place for 2 weeks R&R and she'd been cleanin' and stuff to get ready for his arrival. She's plumb wore out.

Notice I've got my Lazer Beems up an' runnin'? Yeah, I've got to decon the SM of all those kreepy Overseas Kreep'ums so's they don't spawn anythin' unnatural in my house. Speakin' of Kreep'ums, look at this:
It's a lizard. Not just any lizard, mind you, but a LEEEEZAAARRD!
This fellow is a very important part of life Over There in that he predates kraits, cobras, and spiders. In this photo, he's being relocated to another spot. The structure he was hangin' out in was being transferred, so the kind folks moved him to keep him safe.

NOW you know why the Sandy Man has to go through extensive decontamination procedures before he's let loose in my house. I gotta make sure he hasn't got any of those fella's in his pocketses!

ManCat Monday

2010-09-13T01:00:00.000-05:00

We had Surf N' Turf at our house the other night. The turf part's okay, but I had my eyes on the lovely SHRIMP the Grad Student was preparing.

She relies on my help to check for freshness and quality. ::grin::

Then, I observe as she finished skewering. Mom's grill mistress tonight, and it will be GOOD!

AH! The sweet savour of shrimp fresh off the grill...delishous!

Taste-testing.

Leeloo, too.

And, of course, Sir Snoot's-a-Lot gets his bit.

Is there any other felicity in life but this?

A World of His Own

2010-09-11T01:00:00.001-05:00

Hey, Everybody! How're you doing?
Having a good Saturday morning/evening?
Well, today's post is gonna be a bit different. Mom's asked for a little blog space to share something with you and I said she could. It might be a little longer than you're used to reading from ME, but, she's just like that. So, do grab a cup of coffee or tea and get comfortable.
Here you go, mom.

Good morning, all!
I've got someone to introduce you to, someone a little special, in a lot of ways.

This is my son, Mickey:

He's a unique fellow in that he's Autistic, with some mental retardation. I haven't mentioned him on Angus' blog before, for several reasons. I try to keep private things private, and he's a painful subject for me. But, we've been friends, you and Angus and I, for so long now, I thought it was time you knew him a little. He's 21 and lives in a group home in our city, where he attends High School and is transitioning into a sheltered workshop environment, we hope. He's a great fan of all things Disney-movies, music, characters-they're his passion. He's also very interested in musical instruments and is currently lobbying (perseveratively) for a banjo. Being an expensive sort of instrument, it's unlikely he'll get one, but at least it's not the King Double Bass he wanted for 3 years! Anyway, most of the time, he lives an uneventful life and is much occupied by his schedule and his interests. He's not matured much beyond a 20-month to 2.5 year old intellect, but sports some pretty impressive splinter skills. He can program the VCR, manage his DVD player and surf the 'net for Disney pictures to print and cut out. But, being young on the inside, he's unable to look both ways before he crosses the street, tell friend from foe, or communicate much beyond a few words and a lot of echolalia. And, every now and then, he brings a certain level of drama into our lives.
But, oh, I love him so.

Since the Sandy Man has spent most of Mickey's life out on the Deep Blue Sea or slogging through the Dune-y Sand, I've Single Mother-ed it for most of the kids lives. And that bears its own cost, as other Single Mother's know.

So, when Angus has been absent from the "interwebs", it's usually because I'm too brain-fried to think of something "amoosing", or occasionally, in the depths of despair.

I know. It's not "that big a deal", as my daughter would say.
But, it's my "big a deal".
If you pray, keep Mickey and I on your list, please?
Well, that's all I have. I'll turn this back over to Himself:

Thanks, mom. Well, I guess, I'll be hangin' out in the closet, waitin' for Leeloo to walk by. I love to jump out at her and BOP! her on the head!
See ya!

I'm Not Checked Off On That Equipment...

2010-09-08T01:00:00.000-05:00

THIS is what's TOTALLY not my fault.
Here you see a nekkid pole.
There's nuthin' on it, nothing whatsoever.

And here, you see some pieces-parts.
I did NOT break it.
I have no idea how they found themselves in this predicament,

but I am in no wise responsible.

I found them this way!
I really did.
I promise.
Not that I don't have DESTRUCTOID tendencies now and again,
but I am not to blame for this particular collection of pieces-parts.

What I can't figure out is this....what are they?
Who did it?
And most of all,
WHO'S GONNA CLEAN IT UP?

Nuthin' But A Hole In Space

2010-09-05T01:00:00.000-05:00

This used to be mine. But now, it's not.
Which is really okay, since I never used it anyway. But, still.

Anywho, you can see that Leeloo LOVESLOVESLOVES it! She's spending lots of time in it and when her head is down, you can't even tell she's in there. I keep thinking I'm gonna jump up on the top of it when she's inside and squish her. But, I don't. Prolly 'cause I kind of like her.

You are never gonna believe what's happened.
I don't even believe what's happened. And it's not Mom's fault, either. I'm so freaked out by what's happened I can hardly tell you what's happened.
I think I'll tell you tomorrow.

Happy Sunday!

Wipe Your Lips, Please

2010-09-03T01:00:00.001-05:00

YEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWWW!

I'm so glad it's Friday, aren't you?
Not only is it Friday, but, it's Friday before a holiday, for those of us in the U.S. of A.
And this weekend marks the "official" end of Summer, too, equinoxes notwithstanding. All the Sticky Kids are back in school, College Kids have gone off to College and all the water guns are put away!

Aaaaand, we have a winner in my first ever GABILY! (Give-Away Because I Love You!) ::drumroll:

And the winner of the Totally Awesome Artful Fountain Is.......

Eric and Flynn!

Guys, please email me your mailing information and I'll get your new Artful Fountain to you, pronto!

Thank you, everyone, for playing!
We'll have another GABILY (Give-Away Because I Love You) soon!

Wordless Wednesday

2010-09-01T01:00:00.000-05:00

(BeeTeeDoubleYou: Did you see yesterday's post? Did you look at the thing? Did you leave a comment? If you didn't, you SHOULD!)

It's Five O'clock....

2010-08-31T01:00:00.002-05:00

Is my picture jumping? I feel like it's jumping. Either that, or I'm jumping.
Whatever.
I've got the hiccups. Don't you hate the hiccups? I'm told I get them because I don't drink enough water. I'm pretty sure most of us cats n' woofsters don't drink enough water...we sure know our people don't..even tho' they carry those bottles around all the time-they still forget to drink!

Do you see this fancy thing? It's a fountain! Yep, a genuwine, bonafide water-for-drinkin' fountain and I saw it first at ModernCat the other day. I've been thinkin' and thinkin' on it and I'm gonna get me one!
And guess what?! I'm gonna give one away, too. Just leave a comment to this post and on Friday, September 2, I'll draw a number using the Great Random Number Generator and send the cat/woofster that goes with that number a Fountain of their very own. They come in stainless steel, too, if that's a better decor choice for you. Hit that link up there, where it says "fountain" and peruse the particulars..holds 60 oz's!

Let's stamp out the Hiccups forever!

And, don't worry. If you live on the other side of some Pond...you're still eligible!

Do you know why I'm doin' this?

It's 'cause I love you. Much.

And I'm Not Even Lapine

2010-08-30T10:28:00.003-05:00

You're lookin' at disapproval.
Oh, no, notcher' ordinary, everyday feline-type disapproval. We're talkin' BIG-pawed, LONG-whiskered, SWINGIN'-bellehed disAPPROVal.
Why, you ask? Mom had the most ginormous, exhausting, eTERNAL garage sale on the face of the earth-erth-ERTH this weekend!
During which time-that would be for three stinkin' days-I was ignored, pushed back from the door, ignored and NOT FED ANY STINKY GOODNESS AT ALL!
WHATSOEVER. And ignored.
Hence, the disapproval. I was also deprived of the copious skritches and pets and general worship-which is my due-AND.....

My litterbox is in dire need of attention.

Somebody HALP the khat!

With Frosting on Top

2010-08-27T01:00:00.000-05:00

What? You think we're doin' some kinda weird cat yoga pose? The "Double Cat" or "Reaching Feline" or some such, huh? Nah. It's just Leeloo and I, wrasslin' 'round on the swirly-curly rug. There's gonna be a sunspot riiiiiight about where we are in 15.3554 minutes, and by then, we'll be ready for it. Then, we'll adopt a more characteristic pose. "Angus as Cinnabon" or "Leeloo Bellies' Up To The SunBar"...somethin' along those lines. As long as Snooter-Face doesn't amble along and decide to goose one of us-or both of us-we'll have a nice warm sleep 'til the sun moves on.
Then, it's time for ROUND TWO!

Wordless Wednesday

2010-08-26T01:00:00.000-05:00

Thrilled

2010-08-25T09:13:00.000-05:00

Yesterday, I'm meltin' in the HOT and today there's stuff blowin' in the air a'stoppin' up our SNOOTS! But, oh, blessed cold front. Makes me think of heated cat cups an' cozy nights in front of the fireplace...mornings snoozin' amongst the duvet and pillows on mom's bed. Ahhh! The first breath of Autumn!

Leeloo here is gonna miss the flies. Can you believe that? The flies! She's got this thing 'bout the wee flies batterin' themselves against the windows. She makes it her personal quest to assure the beasties a quick end-in the MOST entertainin' way possible. Whap! Bap! Bop! and then...nomnomnomnom.
Can you tell she's got her golden orbs fixed on one?
MOM! DUCK!

Radiatin'

2010-08-24T08:51:00.003-05:00

Hey.
How ya doin'?
I'm hot.
And I don't mean THAT kind of hot. Although I AM that kind of hot. Such hotness as has never been seen this side of the Orion Nebula. I'm just sayin'.
But, that's not the hotness I'm talkin' about.
I'm talkin' the FIERY FURNACE kinda hot.
Anyway, I am as you see, stretched out so as to dissipate the hotness from as great a surface area as possible.
I'm workin' on gettin' a hitch into mom's git-along..we've got a lot of catchin' up to do!

What Is That? That Freaky Thing?

2010-07-26T01:00:00.001-05:00

You guys are SO not gonna believe THIS. I thought my world was safe. I thought it a bastion of security, impregnable. Set apart, even. But, you know that isn't so. Never is, is it?

I set before you Exhibit A:

A habitat of sorts, yes? But for what? For who? Or, worse yet, WHOM?

Oh, no. That's just foul. Erm, I mean, FOWL.
Yep, she brought home some ducklings. Four wee balls o' black down cheepin' high-pitched cheeps fit to wear your cochlear nerve to shreds. Oh, that interwebs is a dastardly instrument. Why, any Tom, Dick or Mom can toodle around and plunk down real live cash moneys by virtual means and enjoy the delivery of these, these, these BIRDS.
Which are NOT for eating.

Oh, NO-she did NOT! She B&W'd them and now they're enshrined for good. Oh, and these fella's are Nawthenuh's. Cayehuga Ducks, and listed as threatened by the American Livestock Breeds Conservancy.

You think they'd miss four more? Anywhoosen, they're hangin' out in the backyard, poopin' and cheepin' and foragin' for imaginary forage.

Do I look as if I'm listing slightly to the right? I think I'm listing slightly to the right. And is it any wonder? With the household I live in and the livestock I have to put up with, it's a wonder I'm not belly-up.

Heavens to Mergatroid.

Whatever.

Hail, Fellow!

2010-07-12T12:39:00.002-05:00

Well met, eh?
I have to say that Neville is a pretty good-natured fella. He's happy all the time!
The only occasion for complaint I've heard is when the Grad Student leaves him and then...he cries like a baby!
At least he's not grumpy.
Some of the People call him a Short-Legged Big Dog, which just cracks me up, but he doesn't seem to get the point of offense.
I suppose that's another point in his favor.
Hmmm.
What's not to like about this woofster?
AH-HAH! (You knew I'd think of something, didn't you?)
He pounces me.
Not a "gentle" pounce, either.
It's a 20 lb. full-body tackle-with SNOOTER!
And you all know what snooter's come equipped with?

You guessed it. Blech!

Biggify Yourself!

2010-07-09T01:00:00.000-05:00

::INTROODER ALERT!! INTROODER ALERT!!::

This morning my Sanctum Sanctorum was violated by an ORANGE BEEST what had no, and again I say, NO BISWAX bein' in my yard. MY YARD, I say. That beest had the sheer gall, the EFFRONTERY to hop the fence (no mean feat, I assure you as the fence is 10 ft. tall). Then, he sashayed, oh YES, sash-AYED up to my watchin' window and looked in! Peepin' Tom!
Leeloo got a case of the nervuss walkin's and went to walkin' on the pillows across my mom's head. 'Course, that woke her up and when she heard the otherworldly sounds issuing from my throat she fairly CAT-apulted out of bed to see what was the matter. Here I am, all poofed beyond POOFNESS, in order to biggify myself to the MAX, man, and yowlin' fit to tear a sheet! Ears back and a HIDEOUS grimace on my face-with which to scare the BEJEEBERS out of that Orange Beest!
Well, I must say the whole thing worked, for he turned his wicked tail 'round and skeedaddled!

HAH!

He Said, She Pawed

2010-07-05T01:00:00.000-05:00

This is an all too familiar scene of late. There I am, in the midst of an important discussion and just when it looks like I'm winnin', she face-paws me. FACE-PAWED! Soooo typical of girlcats. When they can't win a "discussion" with logic and clear reasoning, they resort to emotional responses.
Guys, can I get an A-meow here?

Have Heavy Cat

2010-07-02T01:00:00.000-05:00

Mom's right handed. That matters not at all to me. I'm sittin' where I'm comfy.

I think it's important she have my input, as well as creative oversight, when creating a blog post. (DISCLAIMER: I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE GRANNY HOUSECOAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOU. YES, THE COLORS ARE BLINDING. NO, SHE'S NOT THAT OLD. )

'Course, sitting on her right hand ensures that her left hand is occupied nicely.

Cue Barry White Music

2010-06-30T01:00:00.000-05:00

Or Lou Rawls' "You'll Never Find"...

Well, hello! Whatcha' doin'?
Me? I'm loungin'. Like a lizard.
Just call me Angus the Lounge Lizard.
Hither, now, you just come on hither.

::needle scratching on record sound::

Oh. Hey! This is Neville. He's a Welsh Corgi..couple 5 months old and a halfway decent fella, for a woofie. Belongs to the Grad Student.

As you can see, I've got some training to do before this youngun' s ready to go free-range.
A-Number One rule- Do NOT mess with the cat whilst he's a-loungin'!

Ya'll just have a nice day, y'hear?

Come Out Wherever You Are!

2010-06-28T01:00:00.000-05:00

I'm thinking of Khyra and Rocky today. You can read about it over at Khyra's. I'll bet she and her mom are a little bit tired..but they keep going! I'm purring that Rocky'll slow down a bit and trust someone just long enough to be found.

Bring On The Dom

2010-06-27T01:00:00.001-05:00

Perignon, that is. Don't you think it would go nicely with Fancy Feast Ocean Whitefish on crystal? You find me this Sunday occupying my rightful place on the kitchen counter. Actually, my rightful place is anywhere I wanna be, but you get my point.
My mom was inspired by Sei-Chan's #1...have you noticed that Tommy and the Chans totally rule that wee French Cottage? Well, you and I both know that's as it should be, but it took my mom a bit longer to come 'round. Not that she's dim or anything.

Before I get myself into trouble, let's move right along, shall we? You know, Max's mom, the Wabbit, has been sloggin' along in the heat, sweatin' up her own contrails, and training for a big walk. Would you consider gettin' your humans to forego a Starbucks or two or maybe bypassin' the Ice Cream freezer at the grocery store and take those few dollars and support the Wabbit as she walks for "what gets held up by underwire"?

Alla us boob-walkin' cats'll really appreciate it!

3 O'Clock Rocks

2010-06-26T01:00:00.000-05:00

In the wee sma's, He Who-Will-N0t-Be-Named (yet) woke the house in a fit of gastric distress and there went the sleepin'. Nope. No more sleepin' for mom. And, being the way she is, she documented me (via iPhone, hence the poor quality of the picture) makin' up for lost time.
If you look at my photo, above, you'll notice I'm exhibiting a feature seen mostly amongst the Sibes of our acquaintance when the weather warms up-I'm blowin' my coat. Yep, I decided to remind mom of the joys of my company by scattering my undercoat allllllll over her, the furniture, the floor and in floaty drifting cloudlets in the air.

As long as I'm up at 3 a.m. CDT, I might as well sniff this invisible spot and do that open-mouth-breathing thing...Ah!!!! Nothin' like the fresh fragrance of mom after a long absence.
So, what're you doing today? Anything interesting?

Tell me in comments!

And Thanks For All The Fish

2010-06-25T01:00:00.000-05:00

You see before you a Happy Cat. Eyes squinched shut, paws a-curl, head pillowed on my mom's jetlagged leg...ah! This is how we do it. Jetlagged leg, you ask? It's all poofy and water logged from a squillion hours in spent in planes and airports and then some more planes. But, this leg is home and that's really all that matters.

Wahoo.

One Can Over The Line

2010-06-19T04:45:00.006-05:00

Waiting...this is me waiting NOT patiently for mom to come home. I find it's helpful to hang out in the shoes. Don't ask me why 'cuz I don't know, but sitting next to her shoes just seems the right place to be while she's gone. When she walks through the door, I can be all blah-zay n' stuff, like I didn't even miss her. "Oh, hi. "...that's me, being blah-say. There's no way I'm gonna fawn all over her or act happy to see her...nope. You just can't give your people that much leverage. It'll make her think I love her or need'er or somethin'. 'Course, then I mess up the whole thing by makin' biscuits on 'er and droolin'...oh, well.

Did you know that you can actually experience withdrawal from Fancy Feast? The Sticky Parents aren't big believers in Stinky Goodness, so I haven't seen or heard a FF can in days! If you're planning a rescue attempt, please include a hit of Salmon FF in your First Aid Kit..maybe in Epi-Pen form...

Just Khause Khyra Wanted It

2010-06-18T01:46:00.002-05:00

Khyra the floof-tailed Sibe said she wanted to see a post from me in her Reader Thingy...There you go.

In other news....Did you know there's a DAWG living with us now? And a DINOSAOUR (a lka Jurassic Park) And I have a whole room for my very own litterbox room. Heh.

I'll tell you all 'bout that stuff next week when I can back it up with pictures. Meanwhile, mom's movin' her base of operations to Trieste, Italy. I'll be glad when she moves it back home!

I missed you, too!

Danglin' In The Arms of Luv

2010-06-17T09:44:00.003-05:00

Do I look pitiful, or what? My mom is on holiday in Croatia leaving me in the very capable hands of The Sticky Parents. Look up there. Does that look like a Sticky Parent to you? NOT! That wee mannie is the Stickiest of Kids who has wandered off the reservation and captured him a WildCat. I think I feel nauseous.

Anywhat, my mom has made a command decision-heavily influenced by Moi-to jump back on the blogging train when she gets home. That's next week. Wayyyyy the bloomin' far 'way to next week.

Help me.

On The Receiving End

2010-04-20T07:16:00.002-05:00

SHOO!
I made it. Through Monday, that is.
Not without considerable effort and a mite of trouble.
But, hey. Isn't that the definition of "Monday"?

I find myself curiously drawn to Leeloo for some odd reason. Heretofore, I've been a solitary ManCat..partly by desire-mostly by reason of circumstance. But now that I've a companion in my sphere, I'm thinking a nap pile would be something to try. You know what's funny?
She doesn't wanna.
She gets all hissy and boppy, which isn't conducive to a sleepy mood.

I know, I know. Turnabout, eh?

Bleh.

Petal Soft, the Rose

2010-04-19T01:00:00.000-05:00

Heavens to Mergatroid! It's Monday. I tell ya, I'd never do Monday on purpose if I had a choice. You think we'd handle the day any better if the name were other than Monday? Perhaps a Monday by any other name would...well, you know. Anywho, I've got serious plans for this week. There are dove to "cackle" at and Leeloo to bop..there are naps to take and Stinky Goodness to inhale..friends to visit and friends to help. Help? Well, yes, there are some friends who need help. If it's not a daily stop for you, would you mind popping over to the CB and read about the Roses? I've put a graphic on my sidebar about them. They could use all our help, for sure, and since we cover the world over, our help is CONSIDERABLE!

Yay, Monday.

Reachin' For It

2010-04-15T08:02:00.002-05:00

Perch, tower, furniture...whatever it takes, but You're right. I need something over here in this corner so's I can get to my favorite viewin' spot. Did I mention the place is loaded, absol-LOOTLY loaded with tree-rats? I gotta keep tabs on'em...somethin' tells me their numbers might be on the rise.

I think mom should build me an outside run, don't you?

Wordless Wednesday

2010-04-14T01:00:00.000-05:00

On A Related Subject

2010-04-13T01:00:00.000-05:00

So, I'm enjoyin' the view out of my new windows on this fine Tuesday.
Mindin' my own business.
Countin' sparrows n' grackles n' various and sundry cardinals, when I feel a presence behind me.

It didn't occur to me until someone commented about it, but I've got a sisfur! A real, live furbling of my very own. This is good! But, then again, sometimes:

NOT!

Do you see her?
Does she not see me?
We're talkin' major personal space violation and, not only that, I'm watchin' birds here!
I think I can begin to commiserate with those of you out there with furblings of your own.

You know, I sure appreciate all of you. I'm absent for days, weeks, who knows? and the second I pop up on the radar, you're there to greet me! And you missed me! Well, I missed you, too. There're a few of you who are new to me! And one brave soul asked for the link to that Virtual Spider I once played with. Well, there ya go! Enjoy! (Roxy and Lucky, put'cher paws over your mom's eyes, now)

I'll be 'round to visit!

Monday-On The Edge

2010-04-12T01:00:00.001-05:00

Another window!
This one, as opposed to the one I showed you yesterday, has no room for me.

And look! Look at the glorious vista which awaits. Were my mom not standing at the window to photograph it, that feeder would be swarming with sparrows and dove, blue jays and cardinals..and even a titmouse and spotted towhee have been sighted! YUM!
But, alas.

My foot hardly fits the narrow span of this sill.

There's got to be a way!

Leeloo and I are getting along famously! Much better than when we lived in the Cottage together. Mom says it's 'cause there's more room for us and I don't feel threatened. I don't know, but she plays a mean game of THoE! And it's FUN! And we play hide n' seek, and bat-the-jingleball. And every now and then, there's a mite of mutual grooming. I think I kinda like it.

Only A Pane of Glass

2010-04-11T09:04:00.002-05:00

It's a window.
I know.
And that's all you're lookin' at-a window. Sure, it looks like any other window, but it has one detail differentiating it from every other window in the world.

It's MY window. Aaaand, it's just my height. I can sit my furry wee boo-tay on the FLOOR and look out of my very own window.

Yeah, she can, too. Whoever guessed that a certain someone had returned to the ranch and that that certain someone was Tallulah was spot ON. And I'm sharin' my window with her.

This is the view from my window. Mom's promisin' to hang a bird feeder out there so I can spend my days droolin' all over her fine carpet, excited by the bounty gathered before me, to turn away and traverse the looooooooong hall to my crunchy bowl to sate my unrequited hunger for birdflesh on MeowMix. (I know, that was a run on sentence, but I missed you!)

BTW: Tallulah, puir wee mite, has suffered yet another name change..she's now Leeloo. Can anyone tell me where that name comes from?

EDITED: In Amongst The Bubble-Wrap=POP!

2010-03-30T16:23:00.003-05:00

If you're thinkin' you've seen this picture of me before, you're probably right. But, when your mom can hardly find the summer-weight clothes for all the boxes-that-have-been-moved and the boxes-that-haven't-been-moved...all the while acting surprised that our West Texas Spring lasted all of 36 minutes and 14 seconds (it's 87 degrees outside, headin' for 91, forSOOTH!), you're durn lucky to have ANY photo to upload for a blog post, much less something new and fresh and flattering. (deep breath in)

SO! A very kind friend requested my mom step aWAY from the Facebook games and communicate with the outside world (thank you, Virginia, and do give Tama and the crew a kiss for me). This being the first move ev-AR mom hasn't had to accomplish RIGHT NOW-those with prior military service will understand-half my toys and stuff are on one end of town and the other half is strewn along Elgin and 50th and Memphis Streets.
This, too, shall pass.

Meanwhile, I have WINDOWS! And, like any good cat, someone has come BACK!

Can you guess who?

BTW: I missed you. And, my, how you've GROWN!

Good GOLLY MISS MOLLY! A flood, did I say FLOOD?, of comments..I love you, too!

With No By-Products

2010-02-26T01:00:00.001-06:00

WHOA! And I say, double-WHOA! Mom, you canNOT po..Aww, shoot. She already did.
Busted. I am soooooo bust-ED. D'you see? Do you see what living life in this teeny-tiny no-room-to-swing-a-lemur haven't seen the blue sky in YEARS Cottage is doing to my feline sensibilities? (You can take a breath now)
You've caught me huffing fish flakes.
FISH Fuh-LAKES!!
This is a sorry whaddayaknow for a cat to come to, huh? I mean, this Cottage is so small I can't play Thundering Herd of Heffalumps in it..all I've got is a Thundering Her. I can't run around as if my Butt's On Fi-yer. All I can do is run around with my Butt.
But, HARK!! A windowed house o'er yonder mesquite tree doth break! It is a 4 BR, 3 Bath with a yard! And my mom is the SUN! (Sorry, Ol' Will)
This dream shall be mine in T-minus 11 days and counting. And I shall find a sunspot and I shall call it Squishy and it shall be my sunspot.

I think I'm plumb delirious.
Could it be the Fish Flakes?

M Is Not Only for Mancat...Or Monday

2010-02-22T09:37:00.002-06:00

So, if I don't have a picture for every post, will you still visit me? Would you consider a picture-less post worthy of your time and attention?

You know what? I've been hearing the M-word a lot lately. I feel the same way about the M-word as Max the Psycho-Souled does. NOT GOOD! But I've also been hearing the W-word and the S-word, too.* All I can say is that there'd better be some follow-through. You don't say words like that to a Feline and NOT follow through. There'll be REPERCUSSIONS! Heavy emphasis on the 'CUSSIONS!

I'm just sayin'.

You know what else? I wanna go to France. There are lots of nice cats in France. Every time I see Hime-chan, I just wanna BOP him on the head like a lil' fiel' mouse. And then play THoE with him..doesn't he look like he'd be a good play-buddy?

Again, I'm just sayin'.

*W-Windows
S-Sunspots

You Must Remember This

2010-02-18T01:00:00.000-06:00

I guess the laptop has some virtues. But I still say it's a time-sink.

Ya Gotta Unplug

2010-02-16T01:00:00.000-06:00

No, it's not Facebook. But it's not my blog, either. Although I love, LOVE my blogging friends and wish I could just hang out with you all day, I must say that the medium by which we communicate, the computer, can be a real time-sink, can't it? If our people aren't "surfing the 'net", they're catching up on emails, sending silly videos or chain-email to each other, reading non-essential (that means anything not related to the CB and the DWB) blogs, or hangin' out on Facebook! What is all that to playing Da Bird with us? Or admiring us as we snooze in a sunspot?
Ah, well, short of becoming the first feline Luddite, I'm just gonna have to manage Her and and that masheen.

So, anyone wanna 'port over and hang out with me?

Box Seat

2010-02-14T08:23:00.002-06:00

"Moo-ooom. Stop doing that! You're gonna scare all the fevver-balls away!"
Aww, phooey. You guys are all seein' this aren't you? This is what I have to put up with.
I'm sittin' up in my window perch and the feeder is right in front of me. Only thing missing is a drool-bib. My mom set this up for me since I'm banned from going outside FOR-EV-AH. I guess she did this 'cuz she loves me.

Speakin' of love and all that mushy stuff, I guess I oughta admit it. I love my mom. I really do. She spoils me plumb rotten an' I've got it pretty good around here.
I guess I'll keep'er.

Virtual Menu

2010-02-12T07:15:00.002-06:00

WHAP! ::grunt::
SMACK! ::grunt::
BIFF! ::grunt::
BLAMMO! ::huff::

Oh, hey! How're you on this didn't-come-soon-enough Friday? You've caught me in my daily, no, THRICE-daily workout session. Gotta keep the bod in good shape, even though I'm officially a housecat. (Is that a bad werd?)
::swipes face with towel and throws it nonchalantly around neck::
So, the weekend is here. Plans? What're you guys doin'?
Mom's filled the bird feeder with a delectable mix and I'll be droolin' over sparrows and ring-necked dove, titmice and house finches and the odd cardinal.
Have a good one!

Early Riser

2010-02-11T08:00:00.000-06:00

You know what's missing this time of year? Bugs. Life is a wee bit boring without them, don't you think? I'll tell you something, tho'. The other day, I spotted a SPIDDER in the Cottage. I hadn't seen one in the longest of times..and yes, it was one of those uncharacteristically warm days we get in the winter. Mom was walking in from the backyard and as she passed me, I noticed it. It moved slowly, probably from the cold, and I followed it into the human litterbox room. Fascinated, I tracked it along the edge of the wall and mom, who was "otherwise occupied" if you get my drift, began to notice my intense regard. She asked me what I was looking at and it was then I POUNCED! Well, the wee creetur made a dash and I lost it. As I circled around mom's leg, I spied it once again, and lifted a paw to tap it softly. Mom turned her leg to watch me, and found that the SPIDDER was ON HER PANTS' LEG! Well, considering her present position, she couldn't run screaming into the night, so she grabbed a magazine and brushed it off onto the floor. That sucker was BIG! Leaving me to deal with the Shelob-in-the-loo, she beat a hasty retreat-after the paperwork was done, of course!

Oh, and to answer the bevy of question as to mom's response to the STARE of all STARES-you KNOW she played Da Bird with me until I flopped!

Like, Right NOW!

2010-02-10T01:00:00.001-06:00

::tap, tap:: Is this thing on?
Oh, Hi!
So, I was sittin' in the window the other day and noticed a little movement down in the lavendar. I brought up the telescoping function in my ever-so-superior-to-any-other-creature's optical equipment and WHAT did I spy? You KNOW what I spied! Yep. A RODENT! A wee grey moosie, just helpin' himself to the peck n' a half of birdseed those messy sparrows kick out of the feeder.
And where was I, I ask you?
INSIDE THE BLOOMIN' 'OUSE!

That's where I was. So, I grabbed up the feathered end of my DA BIRD and hauled it over to the recliner, in which my staff doth recline herself, and jumped UP into her lap, dragging said fevver behind me. I plopped it into her lap and looked up. You know what I saw, don't you? The wee white apple on the hood of her Mac. So, I raised my laser-stare above the edge and FIXED her with such a stare as has never been stared.

What do you think happened next?

Uh-huh.

Wordless Wednesday

2010-01-13T01:00:00.000-06:00

Clear As Mud

2010-01-12T01:00:00.000-06:00

Mmmmf? HamOOthingkmyeyetysteeeye?

MOOO-OOOOM!
Yes, Angus?
I've been callin' you and talkin' to you! Didn't you hear me?
Yes, Angus, but I couldn't understand what you were saying.
Well, of course you couldn't understand me, I had my head in the pillow!
So, I see.
::crickets chirping::
Oh. I SAI-ID, "Mom, have you seen my twisty tie?"
Yes, Mr. Foofy-head, you dropped it in your waterbowl last night.
Thanks, mom!
::saunters over to the waterbowl as if he knew that all along::

ManCat Monday

2010-01-11T01:00:00.000-06:00

This is about all I can manage for a Monday.
There's a full birdfeeder outside my window perch but no customers, yet. And it's supposed to be fairly warm today, so that's good. I think I'll stay here for the day and if I need to stretch my legs, I can go visit Wiley in The Tank.

What're you doing this fine Monday?

I MUST Be Amoosed!

2010-01-10T01:00:00.001-06:00

Ladieeeez an' GentleCats, may introduce my new friends to you? Oh, and all of my Woofin' Friends, too!

This is Jacque. He's a cleaner shrimp, a la Finding Nemo. That spot under the coral bridge is his favorite hang-out. Get it? HANG OUT? Bwhahahahahahah! I just crack myself UP!

Jacque is a resident of the new marine aquarium that mom's put in just for MY amusement! Because, you know, I MUST be amoosed.

This is a Peppermint Shrimp. They are NOT for eating! (I know. Rats, rats and double rats!)

I tell ya, with all the neat critters in here, I could sit and watch 'em for hours.

Whoa, look out! D'you see'im?!

Man, I coulda had'im, if only for the glass betwixt us! That was Wiley.

He's a blue Neon Goby and he loves to tease me! He sits waaaaaay back in the back on a rock and when he sees me sittin' here, he shimmies up to the corner of the tank nearest me and wiggles around so I just HAVE to take a swipe at him.

You see that container of flaky fishy food under my paw? It smells WONderful! But it doesn't taste very good-to me, anyway.

Phooey. Maybe I'll get'im next time!

All ya'll who left comments yesterday were soundin' like a Greek chorus with the unanimity of your comments. My mom kept pointin' to the screen and sayin', "See, Angus?! Even your friends agree with me!" Yeah, I guess you're right. Mom says I'll get squished like a bug if I hang out on The Other Side, so, I guess I'll keep my kaboochie in The Cottage.

I think I oughta' campaign for a Fling-ama-String. Don't you agree?

With Seven Toes Tied Behind My Back

2010-01-09T01:00:00.000-06:00

Hi! Remember me? I'm the GuyCat with absolutely NO GROOVE! No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get mom to focus on posting for me. She says she's having a problem with "Happy", whoever that is, but I managed to dragoon her into posting today, and I swear I'll hogtie her to the laptop to get a few more up, too! Hey! I have seven toes on each front foot-I think I can handle a five-fingered biped, any day of the week, with 7 toes tied behind my back, right?!

Anyhoo: Below you see Exhibit A. This is the grill I used to jump to the crook of that pe-CAHN tree you see a little further yonder. And then, up to the roof! But, five-fingered tho' she is, my mom figured out my trick and moved the grill one HECKUVA LONG WAY AWAY FROM THE TREE, so that's a nuh-uh.

Now, that gate is a worthy goal, and since someone's locked it, I'm not going through it, so, over it is....

And that blue bin makes the PERFECT launching pad for my scheme! It's UP and then down the fenceline.

With my goal in sight, I fix my sights firmly on terra firma and take a flying leap! Turning around, I look up to survey the mighty height from which I've flown!

Gee, it's kinda fun bein' up that high! I take a quick look up the drainpipe, in case of itinerant spidders and then...

FREEDOM!!!!!!!
Wouldja' looky that?! There's the front yard and the neighbor's hedge, wherein live a myriad of lil' brown fevver-balls (that's sparrows to you Audubon types) and adventures gaLORE!
But, hark! I hear mom calling!

She yodeled my name so beseechingly that I had to do an about-face and fly up onto the fence. What ho? Is that snow? Yes, the white stuff was back for another go 'round and mom says she was trying to keep me from becoming a kitty-sicle. I just think she was bein' a party-pooper. AND, not only that, she put me on ETERNAL RESTRICTION, owin' to the fact that she loves me and would not like to see me dedded, yadda-yadda-yadda.

Phtthththththth!!!
And THAT'S why I'm in Coventry*. I'm no longer allowed outside FOR-EV-ER. Unless she spends too many green munnies on one o' them green-netted runs from the catalog.

*Coventry-Hostile attitudes of the cityfolk towards Royalist prisoners held in Coventry during the English Civil War are believed^[^{citation needed]} to have been the origin of the phrase "sent to Coventry ", which in Britain means "to be ostracised"; although their physical needs were catered for, the Royalist prisoners were literally never spoken to by anybody.

Clouds Don't Say " 'Scuse Me' "

2010-01-04T01:00:00.000-06:00

So, a couple of days after my initial foray into the WORLD OUT THERE, every cloud in the sky burped out all this white stuff. As I shared, I did NOT stay out in it for long, but while I was out there, I noticed that the grill I'd used to get up into the crook of that pe-CAHN tree had been moved. Somebody figured out my initial access point. Phooey. But I had another one...oh, yeah.

Mom was out here with me, so I couldn't go over to the bins between the shed and the fence and hop up...She went inside a few minutes later, and I, having decided the white stuff was TOO BLOOMIN' COLD, followed her inside.

I SAID,"FOLLOWED HER INSIDE!"

Whereupon I proceeded to lick some life into my poor frostbitten feety-feets. I suppose if I lived outdoors like the Great Bobcats of the North, I'd have furry snowshoes on, but I live in the Great State of TEXAS, and snow is an intermittent guest.

It Starts With Just One Step

2010-01-03T01:00:00.001-06:00

This is how it all began:

And, of course, I couldn't stop there:

And then:

Well, I couldn't stop there:

The upshot of the whole thing was that mum found me in the BLOOMIN' FRONT YARD very soon after these photos were taken. Now, all means of attaining such great heights were removed from access-she thought. You'll soon know how I managed the GREAT ESCAPE.

Through My Lashes

2010-01-02T01:00:00.000-06:00

The snow is so bright I can hardly see-do you see my squinty eyes? So, we have a fresh, new year to live. Just think of all the naps and noms and Stinky Goodness (for those of us who indulge) and the crunchies (for those of us who do not) and the fevver-butt mousies and jingly balls and naps and laps and whaps (Miles) and BOP!'s and all the adventures that lay in store for us! And friends! A new year for meeting new friends-what more fun could there be this side of THE NEVER-ENDING NOMS BOWL ?
But, I can't think about all those delights just now. For I am in Coventry. FOR-EV-AR! Set apart from my beloved nature for the rest of my born days. I have a confession to make, my friends. I have seen the other side! ::said in hushed tones::

Oh! Gotta go take a nap! Talk to you tomorrow!

2009-12-31T22:23:00.002-06:00

Happy New Year!
I'm so glad to know you and glad for every day that you visit me. I hope for the best, most prosperous, the healthiest year for you!

I Conquer the Great North

2009-12-31T01:00:00.000-06:00

Some brave soul asked me yesterday whether or not I liked the snow. (That would be the nice cats over at The Whiskeratti and The Intrepid Junior and Orion)

As you see, I'm bravely testing it out...

'Cause I'm just like that-all Mancatly and brave and fearless and, and, well, YOU fill in the blanks. Bottom line is-

My bohunkus does NOT touch the stuff, as you may notice ABOVE. Tho' my sporran is empty (due to an unfortunate appointment with a sharp instrument) I'll not suffer my nethers to be inconvenienced by the cold-y flakes piled in my backyard.

I'm goin' back inside!

Show'em How We Do It Now!

2009-12-30T01:00:00.000-06:00

Yeah, I know.
It's Wordless Wednesday.
But, having just gotten my groove on, I couldn't weenie out and go wordless on this fine Wednesday morning. I don't think I can call it a true groove until I've managed a few days in a row, don'tcha think? You know what Dave did? He started it! Yep, and now, you're the beneficiary of his largess...get ready. Hold on tight. Okay, here we go!

Brain FOOMP!

2009-12-29T09:03:00.002-06:00

Groove.
I have no groove.
I was gonna tell you that I was tryin' to get BACK into the groove, but then - I couldn't find it!
I looked for my groove.
In the toy basket. In the litterbox. In my water bowl (where most of my other stuff ends up). I looked on my window perch and under the recliner. But I couldn't find it ANYWHERE.
SOOOoooooo, I said, "To heck with that ol' groove. I'm gonna start a NEW one!"
And, here it is.
BTW, would someone please delete Facebook off of the Interwebs? Please? Talk about sucking you into the Time Vacuum! That great sucking sound you've heard DAILY for the last I-don't-know-how-long was my mom's brain being FOOMP-ed into Facebook. You know!
And I'm thinkin' she may need intervention now that she's found Pieces of Flair. Puh-leeze.
So, anyway, things at La Casa Angus are fine. We've had snow and we're supposed to have some more today. I have been a good boy for the most part..except for a couple of INCIDENTS we won't go into...How about you?

No Bunny Hills Here

2009-12-22T01:00:00.001-06:00

Hey, Everybody!
Well, it's been an up and down month. But, we're on the upside down and just want to meow a heartfelt "Thank You" to all the kind friends who sent us purrs and woos and kind inquiries. That Evil Spider is dead, dead, very very dead! And the wound is healed. So!

Merry Christmas! How are you? I'm good! I've missed so much.

Babies! It looks as if the CB and the DWB are just awash in wee furple and beanies! Wow! And they're all so kyoot! (as Skeezy says.) My mom has been makin' embarrasin' noises at the computer screen and swears that there'd be toes in danger if she were within nommin' distance!

We've lost some good friends in the CB and the DWB. I'm so sorry and send my bestest purrs to their beans and furblings. I will miss them.
And par-tays and gatherin's and all sorts of events...wow! I'd forgotten what a busy community we live in.

AND THE SNOW!!!
Heavens to Mergatroid!
Lots of you are all covered up with the white stuff! Alas, it is 67 degrees and dry here in the West Texas desert. No white Christmas for us. I'm sure many of you would gladly share, wouldn't you?

I wonder if my feet are big enough to slalom?

A Thankful Heart

2009-11-26T10:12:00.004-06:00

I'm so thankful. And thankful for so many things.
To live in a free country.
For the men and women in uniform who sacrifice daily to keep our country free.
For the men and women from our allied countries with whom we stand shoulder-to-shoulder, keeping freedom real and possible for others.
For those who fight our fires, rescue our lost and endangered, and keep our streets safe. And for the loving families they go home to.

And I'm thankful for all of you. All of you! Such good and loving friends.

And, I'm thankful for Family.
For the Sandy Man, so very far away.
For the Grad Student, who's not quite so far away, but still, not home for the holiday.
For her brother, who lives in our hearts.
For the SK's and their mom and dad, for all the grandmothers and aunts and uncles and cousins, sister's and brothers-in-law.
What a blessing is family!

Where ever you are, you're in my heart today.

Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name! Ps. 103

Happy Thanksgiving!

No Additives or Preservatives

2009-11-24T08:24:00.003-06:00

Oh, hi! Hold on a second, let me finish this up and I'll be right with you.
What? Oh! I'm preparing my mom's daily supplements.

See, it's my considered opinion, supported by copious research and field trials, that a daily infusion of Salivus felinus (otherwise known as cat spit) is a great aid to the human immune system.

It is only through such frequent infusions that our humans can remain in top shape. And we all know why they need to remain in top shape, don't we?
The better to serve us, my dear!

As a matter of fact, I'm putting down my mom's recent bouts of illness to a LACK of daily supplements..see, she was on the other side of the world and I wasn't! And I will NOT countenance her taking supplements from any other but ME!

Happy Sunday!

2009-11-22T02:00:00.000-06:00

Gosh, it's a pretty day!
I love Sundays. Mom rests, we cuddle and I have plenty of time to practice making biscuits on her tum. Oh, and there's usually a nap. 'Course, I nap whenever I want. But mom-not so much. But on Sunday-she takes a nap, too! And I with her.

Happy Sunday!

Annual PurrFurMance Review

2009-11-21T15:48:00.004-06:00

Across the Cat Blogosphere, the Purrformance Reviews are being revealed. Here at my house, there's no exception, tho' I find it the most disappointing of exercises. Do look:

Quantity of Output: While my mom has endeavored in the past to post daily, my blog has suffered from neglect of late. Although she counters with "extenuating circumstances" I remind her there is a feature on Blogger whereby she may post IN ADVANCE.
Two Paws

Quality of Output: I must say that, when she posts, she does a passable job vis-a-vis content and visual media, so I am moderately pleased with her purrformance in this category.
Four Paws

Client Pawticipation: Because my mom has set up Twitter and Facebook accounts this year, as well as the Gmail address and Catster accounts I already had, I'll give her a good score for this one.
Four Paws

Pawticipation Part II: This is one category in which I am abysmally represented across the Blogosphere. I am seldom entered into contests and my pawticipation in group events and parties is spotty at best.
TWO SWATS

Client Satisfaction: I adore my friends. All my friends. But I must say I long to hear from more of them. I have a faithful complement of visitors daily, but, despite my best efforts, I see my numbers as stagnant across the board. Perhaps visitors find me boring? Perhaps I do not excite that fellow feeling I so long to reciprocate? Perhaps my visitors do not find my blog a congenial locale?
Ah, well. Maybe I'm just too weird.
TWO SWATS

Overall Rating: I must say that this was not one of my better years here in the Cat Blogosphere. Tho' I rack my brain, I cannot think of what to say to my mom that will encourage her to try harder. I'll have to refer this Purrformance Review to the Zoolatry Girls to help me determine her final score.

If you have any suggestion, however slight, that you could offer my mom that would help her to bring her scores up, PLEASE! Leave it in comments!

Bleh.

For The Nonce

2009-11-21T08:11:00.004-06:00

What're you doin' today? As you see, this is my POD. That's Plan-of-the-Day. Military-types say, "PeeOhDEE".
Anyway, this is pretty much it. Oh, don't be fooled by my placid demeanor, though. There's more goin' on than meets the eye. But, with cats there usually is, eh? I've come to a decision. I am so way OVER Ol' Harold. I can't catch the lil' creep on account of he won't stand still long enough and I'm sure he'd be all stringy and tough anyways, so I'm turnin' my attention to more profitable endeavors.

Angus' Mom: Would that decision have anything to do with Ol' Harold's retreat to his winter nest, Angus?

MOOO-OOOM!
You are NOT supposed to put your own words in here. And NO, it doesn't have a THING to do with that. The two events just happen to be concurrent. So there.
Now, please return to your normal duties and type!
As I was sayin', before bein' so rudely interrupted, I've got other things to do. Christmas is comin', eh? And that means decoratin' to snoopervise and many much whappage to undertake.

But, for the nonce, I am as you see.

What're you doin' today?

The Least of These

2009-11-20T09:41:00.002-06:00

This is my purrin' and purrayin' face.

There's an awful lot of our friends who need some purrs and some purrayers right now:

Mr. Tigger and Socks -Come Home!
QM Rose-She has a hurting heart.
There are so many sick kitties and sick Beans and Beans who need jobs. There are so many needs in the Cat Blogosphere AND in the Dogs With Blogs-osphere.

Won't you join me in visitin' them and lovin' them and purrin' for them? If you believe in purrayer, I know He listens.

Talk About, Talk About, Talk About Groovin'

2009-11-19T02:00:00.001-06:00

I know you guys are soooooo tired of hearing about this, but it's DRAMA in my life, I'm tellin' ya!
You know what I'm talkin' about-yep. Ol' Harold. He's been in such a flurry to get his work done since the cold front moved in, he's been a wee bit ruder than the norm.
Look:

D'you see him? He's up there all puffed up and bossy, tellin' me his rights and wherefores and "natural order of things"-nesses, and I'm tellin' you, it's makin' me crazy!
He spends so much time talkin' and I keep tellin' him he can talk all he wants but it's still MY yard and I'm the biggest Wahoo in it and if he thinks he can change those two facts, well, he's mighty welcome to try!

This is his reply.

Wordless Wednesday

2009-11-18T08:20:00.001-06:00

Got No Gore-Tex

2009-11-16T08:16:00.002-06:00

"Mom?"
"Moooo-oooom!"

"MOM!"

"It is brrry cold out here and I'm freezin' my kaboochie off! Let me in!"

Oh, hai! Sorry, didn't see you there.
Well, Autumn has arrived like She means it and it is finally, FINALLY chilly outside. One might even describe it as "brisk". Which, as every member of the feline club knows, means it's time to FRISK! You know, that thing you do. You poof your outer layer of furs OUT while holding your thick, warm inner layer very close to your skin. Then, because tiny bits of cold manage to sneak under some individual hairs, your skin feels that frisson, that electric SHOCK that makes you SPAZZ!
'Course, having your pawpads in contact with the concrete or grass or fence just increases the feelin'- you'll find it enhancin' to the general spazzoid spell.
Then there's the eye-glowin' expression on your face-a clear indicator of the level of SPAZZ-ness-ness you're experiencin'.

Are you spazzin'?

Romeo in Florence

2009-11-15T02:00:00.000-06:00

It is SO not my fault. Really. I'm a good cat, I am. But the mom-NOT SO GOOD!

You see, she's been afflicted with jetlag since her return from WAY OVER THERE and then she caught some kind of microbe which has been "having it's way with her immune system"-she says. But, somehow or another, she manages to hang out on Facebook and play Farmville. What's with that?
I have no answers.

Anyhoo...This is Vittorio.

He's a member of a managed feral colony in Florence, Italy! His home is in the Boboli Gardens, where he and others are provided healthy food and good medical care.

He doesn't look as if he's missed any meals lately, does he?

The mom, sucker for cats that she is, could not forbear to skritch him.
As you can see, he minded not a whit.

All in all a good a fellow, I think. Jealous? Me? Nah.
Know why?

She came home to ME!

All Squinched Up

2009-11-10T02:00:00.001-06:00

Shhhhhhh. Be vewy qwiet. I'm on post, watchin' for Ol' Harold. It bein' so unseasonably warm here'bouts, he's runnin' his fool tail off tryin' to squirrel away ever last pe-CAHN on our 2 pe-CAHN trees for his own personal use. HAHAHAHAHA!!! Get it? "Squirrel away?" HAHAHAHA-::snort:: Oh, no, you did NOT just hear me snort. I do NOT snort when I laugh. I'm just sayin'. Mom shouldn'ta typed that. Cheez Whiz, mom! You don't have to type EVERYthing I say! (That's not what you said five minutes ago, Angus.)

AnyHOW. Do you see my face up there? Specifically, my eyes? That's EXACTLY what my mom's eyes have looked like the past however many days its been since she got home. Just like THAT. Only today have I been able to talk her into visitin' a few of my friends. I'm so way behind on all the news and stuff, it's just pitiful. And you know me, I like to keep my paw on the pulse of the CB. I did manage to go vote for Zippy, Sadie and Speedy's Doodle-thing. Did you go vote? You should! It's on ModernCat. Just go hit that link up there and click on that leetle #3 radio button. Then, click "VOTE", and you've done it!

There, now. Don't you feel good?

Olfactory Overload

2009-11-07T10:05:00.002-06:00

SHE'S BAAAAAACK!!! And I've emptied her suitcase (carefully snuffing each item for innerestin' smellage), and now I'm de-smellifying it for all the great snuffage) I think my snooter is gettin' wore plumb out. I've mrrowed at her and twined around her legs such that she like to fall down. I've deMANDED foods, and gotten'em. And then I slept on'er all night. And, and, and...well, hey, what's the big deal, eh? It's not like I love her or anything, huh? [grin]

Sayonara Sunrise

2009-10-20T06:55:00.003-05:00

Shhhhh. I'm sneakin'. Ol' Harold doesn't know that I'm up here.

Ladies and gentlecats, I will miss you! Ohhhhh, I will miss you all, for I am putting my mom on one of those masheens that flies like a bird. It will take her all the way across the ocean to meet the Sandy Man in Spaghetti-land! And she's left me to the mercy of the Sticky Kids until the first week of November. 'Course, the Sk's mom will be snoopervisin'.

But I will miss you!