I’ve had a very productive day. My Mom stayed home with me today, well she did go out for a bit, but it was okay, I was ready for my nap by then.
My Mom was still asleep after my Dad left this morning. He told me to let her sleep, so I did, for a bit. How long does a Momma need to sleep for? I went in and woke her up, because I wanted some food, and cuddles.
Mom goofed around and did something called “cleaning”, but her and I took time out today to have some cuddles. She washed the sheets on the bed, and we had our favorite game, I “helped” her make the bed with clean sheets. I like how they smell.
Around noon or something like that, I wanted to go outside, so Mom let me out, and I noticed something. Every bird in the neighborhood was visiting our middle hanging plant on our porch. I laid underneath it, not quite sure what was going on, and Mom kept her eye on me. Something was happening.
Mom said the birds were singing, because of an “event”. Whatever that means. This evening, I went outside again, and got busted in the garden by my Dad, he made me come inside, and I heard Mom and Dad talking.
Apparently the robin bird that has made her nest ON MY PLANT on the porch, had her babies tonite. Mom said she looked from the top of the deck and there are 2 little baby birds in the nest.
Hmmm….I may have to lay underneath the nest for a bit, baby birds have to fly sometime, and I’ll be waiting. Okay, who am I kidding, My Mom and Dad will have my skin, if I do something to a baby bird, but it might be fun to be a “God mother” or something…….
Hey y’all, it’s me again…Ms. baby AKA, fat cat….
My Mom wanted to tell this story, but it is all mine to tell. If you read Mom’s blog, you will know, I tried to catch a baby bird a few weeks ago, and got “dive bombed” by every bird in the neighborhood.
I don’t understand what the problem is. I. AM. A. CAT. Cats catch mice (haven’t you ever watched the Tom & Jerry Cartoon?) But, we also like birds. I have a hunters instinct about these things. As my Mom say’s, I am a cat.
I personally think these birds around my “hood” like to torture me, simply because they know my Mom and Dad won’t let me catch them. Ha, I got news for my parents……
The past few years, my 2 legged siblings, buy Mom a hanging basket, that she loves, Dad waters it to keep it alive, and I do like the smell of the pretty flowers. Well, I guess those birds like it too, because for the past couple of years, they have made a nest in it, and had babies.
This year, A Momma Robin has decided to set up her nest in the middle basket, and I’ve been keeping tabs on her, one of her relatives flew straight at Dad and almost landed on his nose, so I have to watch out for him. Baby birds are sort of clumsy, when they first start to fly, and that’s when I watch them closely.
This is the Momma bird, that has set up her house in my Mom’s plants. She takes breaks from sitting on her nest, and I ALWAYS get yelled at, when she does this. Pfft….I don’t want the Mom. Dad and Mom always yell at me to behave, when she leaves the nest. Like I am going to get her or anything. Shoot, All her relatives that are around would probably hurt me. I’ve been dive-bombed before.
This is the Mom in her nest, that she made, and gets mad at Dad, whenever he waters the plant, that she is nesting in. I lay underneath the basket every time I go outside, just in case, something falls out of it, and I can “save” whatever falls.
There are some other things hanging out around my house lately, and they look like this.
Now me, I love when Mom makes fried chicken, I wonder if I catch these, will she fry them up for me? They look like big chickens to me. I tried to catch one once. Dad and Mom laughed at me, pfft. If I really wanted to I could catch one of these.
But, I’m Ms. Baby AKA fat cat, and I don’t feel like running THAT hard after them.
Stay tuned, and I’ll let you know when the babies hatch, and start to fly, ahem, umm, start to leave the nest.
prrrrrrrrrr, I’m going to bed now with Mom and Dad now, someone has to keep their feet warm at night.
Hey y’all this is me….
I’m mom’s 4 legged baby, and that’s funny because my name is Ms. baby. Mom is letting me post because I have had a day.
In my world, I eat, sleep, poop, and run after stuff. I get mom up every morning by kicking her legs while she sleeps, (it’s only fair, she kicks me when she sleeps, because I sleep at the end of the bed.)
Apparently Mom and Dad made an appointment for me a few weeks ago and today was the day. They did not however, tell me about it. Before I start in about that, I really need to let my displeasure known about how Dad took MY table away from me for some garage sale they are having at my 2 legged sister’s house. What the heck? That table is my life line to “my t.v.” which I guess is AKA the downstairs window. Now mind you, Dad did rig up some contraption and my box is still in front of the window, but it wobbles, and well after my visit today, I may be a little overweight, and, although I have 9 lives, I’m not using them trying to jump onto that thing.
That brings me back to today, I started my morning off normal, although mom did not leave when she was supposed to, but I didn’t care. She fed me and gave me treats this morning, and I was lounging in my usual spot. MY room. Hey if they can have a room , so can I. I have a bed with my special blanket on it and pillows too.
I thought it was a little odd, when Mom came in and started loving on me, and then she scooped me up into her arms. I’m used to her scooping me up, but she was whispering things to me and I got nervous. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I noticed, she had her hand over my eyes, What the heck?
I don’t like my Mom right now. She set my happy fat butt into a Cat carrier and then SHE LOCKED THE DOOR. She picked me up and put me into that thing she loves ALMOST as much as me, and shut the door. By now, I am pissed and howling, like there is no tomorrow. Mom told me to hush and it wasn’t going to be bad, but HEY, where the heck is she taking me? The last time I was in this thing, I got shots and all kinds of other horrors. The Doctor looked up my butt, and EXCUSE me, but well…some things are private.
Mom played the radio, and jeez, do I really have to listen to her stuff? Put on some Stray Cats for goodness sake. I did notice what direction I was going in, so if she has planned to drop me off, I can find my way home.
That’s it, Mom’s a dead Mom when I get home. She brought me to that place called the Vets. I knew it as soon as she carried me in. The smell, I shut my mouth. They took me into a room and shut both doors and then Mom told me to come out. She’s my Mom, so I did, and when she wrapped her arms around me, I hid in her armpit. If I could have climbed into her shirt, I would have. I don’t like the Vet.
Pfft…I’m not sure why I worried, this was a walk in the park. I got weighed (yea, I may be a fat cat, but I’m a happy one). The Vet told Mom that I have big bones and while my legs may be short, I am still something to be reckoned with. I have not gained any weight, nor lost any weight, and I am a healthy fat cat. I got my shots, AND nobody looked at my butt. (Whew).
Momma took me home, and I had to show my displeasure over the whole experience, so I growled and snarled at her.
I’m over it, I had to show her how much I loved her tonite, and I did, AFTER she put my treats out.
It’s a good thing that I only do this once a year. But something tells me next year is gonna be a bunch worse, because I am now “classified” as a senior kitty, whatever that means. But after listening to Mom and Dad talk, I may get something from a place called AARP about a senior discount card, I hope it works for kitty treats, because I can never get enough of those…..
Hey y’all, this is me, Ms. Baby. My Mom has been having a hard time posting lately, there are to many things happening with her, and she does not want to come across all sad, and confused and stuff, so she asked me to post on her blog, so her readers would know she was still alive.
First off, this is me in the picture. I was trying to do my “sexy” pose, so I could get more treats. For some reason my Mom and Dad looked at me and laughed. How rude. Since Mom is giving me my own time on her blog there are some things I would like to address, and hope she reads this so I can get my point across.
First, if my paw touches it, it’s mine. That includes everything and if I happen to put my paw on your plate, it’s mine. Seriously.
Secondly, I think my Mom is cheating on me with some other kitties. The reason I say this, she is gone all day long, and then when she finally does get home, she has the smell of other kitties. What the heck, She is supposed to be a one kitty woman!
And another thing, I am supposed to be able to go outside in the morning and then in the evening. I usually don’t go far, just in the backyard for a couple of minutes, I like to eat the grass. I don’t like to go that far after that time the birds in neighborhood dive bombed my butt. For some unknown reason, they only let me out for about a minute in the morning and then a minute in the afternoon. Dad said something about not trying to heat the outside with our heat, whatever that means, pfft, I have a fur coat for crying out loud, it doesn’t affect me.
That’s another thing, Mom is falling off on her job of brushing me. I have a mat in my fur, what the heck is that about? I try really hard to get to all of my parts, but I may (cough, cough..uhmm…furball) have missed a spot.
I heard something too, the other day, and then that thing they use to take me out of the house showed up in the garage, which by the way is my domain. I have a window that is all mine and I sit in and guard the house for Mom and Dad. But this thing showed up and I heard whispers of the “Vet”. Now, I am here to tell you, That’s not gonna happen. I will hide under the bed and they will have no chance of getting me out. I don’t like the Vet. period.
I really don’t understand my Mom and Dad, they truly think THEY run this house. hehehe…They don’t know much. I am an alarm clock, when they sleep to late. I go in and kick them awake. I chase them up and down the stairs to make sure they stay healthy and all’s I ask for is a little treat now and then….
It’s a hard job, but I do the best I can. It’s hard taking care of these humans. Especially, since they are my Mom and Dad. But I know when they are upset, and I do my best to keep things going.
So, for all of you wondering, Mom is okay, she just needs a little break, and Dad is taking care of her, with my assistance. Don’t worry, she will be back in a couple of days and bore you to tears…..no problem… Until then, this is Ms. Baby signing off…..Thanks Mom for letting me post!