Tuxie Tuesday

My friends have been giving me awards and my lazy Mom has been ignoring them.  I got this one from Lucy at A Tale of Two Kitties way back in January.  Sheesh!  Thank you very much, Lucy.  I really appreciate it, though it took my Mom forever to do anything about it.

Karen Jo:  Accepting and passing on awards takes me a lot of time in writing the post, Herman.  I have felt pushed lately and didn't think that I could do them right.  I finally just dove in and started.  We will do awards posts when I can get my act together until we catch up.

The award says I should tell you 7 things about myself, then pass it along to 7 other bloggers.  Mom thought it would be a good idea if I told you 7 things that Emma and I have in common.

1. We are both tuxedo cats, though I am gray and she is black.
2. We both have medium long fur.
3. We both have pink paw pads, though I only have one and she has pink or pink and black paw pads on each foot.
4. When being petted, we both want our chests scritched.
5. We both have all white whiskers.
6. We both purr a lot, though my purr is scarcely audible and Emma's is normal volume.  Mom has do to something I like for me to purr and sometimes Emma starts purring when Mom comes into her room.
7. Neither one of us is a lap cat.

Now to pass this award along to 7 friends.

1.  Spooker at Purrchance to Dream, hoping that it will make her feel better.
2. Daisy, because she is the most stylin' cat I know.
3. Attie Cattie
4. Mickey, to cheer him up.
5. Ducky, because I really like his style.
6. Nimbus
7. All of the OKcats because they are just so much fun.

 Can you believe that Mom wanted to just call this post "Award" and end it without any input from me and Emma?  I had to remind her that it was Tuxie Tuesday and you can't just ignore us tuxies on Tuesday.  I am showing off my magnificent tummy again.

Karen Jo: This is a perfect picture for Mardi Gras.  ::giggle::

What's so funny?

Karen Jo:  Mardi Gras is French for Fat Tuesday.

Mom!  That's not very nice.

Karen Jo:  Sorry, I couldn't resist.  At least we can answer Roy's question.  He wanted to know if your tummy was all floof or a short-haired tummy with so much fat that the fur stuck straight out.

And what is your answer?

Karen Jo:  You are a medium floofy cat with a pudgy tummy that makes your fur stick straight out.  We are working to make your tummy a bit less pudgy.

I don't like it much.  You didn't give me any pills tonight.

Karen Jo:  You have finished your course of Metronitozale and you are out of Centrine, so you won't be getting any more pills for a while.  I gave you your treats anyway.

Not enough of them.

Karen Jo:  By rights, you shouldn't have gotten any treats at all.  You get your treats for being a good boy about taking your pills. No pills, no treats.

That would be totally unfair.  I always get treats after you come home from work.

Karen Jo:  Let's leave it up to your friends.  If they think you deserve some treats just because you always got them before, then you will continue to get them.  If they think you shouldn't get treats because you don't get pills, then no more treats at pill time.

Please tell Mom in the comments that I should get my nightly treats.

Karen Jo:  Emma continues to do very well.  I spend as much time as I can with her, petting her and telling her what a lovely girl she is and how happy I am that she has come to live with us.  She hasn't shown any more interest in leaving her room, but she is becoming more tolerant of Herman by the day.  Today I decided to leave her door open while I went back and forth, filling her bowl of Kitten Chow, getting her fresh water and scooping her litter box.  Of course, Herman discovered the open door and wandered in.  Emma was on the floor and at first she scooted behind the TV.  Herman lay down on the floor in the meatloaf position and spoke softly to her.  Emma came back out and also lay down on the floor only about a foot away from Herman.  They just looked at each other for a while, then Herman got up and started inspecting her litter box, which I had just scooped.  When it looked like he wanted to use her box, I picked him up and we left.  I thought that his using her litter box might be a bit much for her.  I think I will start leaving her door open for short periods now and then, just to get her used to the idea.  The only thing that bothers me a little bit is that she doesn't seem the least bit interested in the toys that I bring into her room every day.  She has walked up to them and sniffed them, but not played with them. Of course, I don't know if she has ever seen toys before, as she was a stray and I don't know how long she was on her own.  I am going to try some of the wand toys tomorrow to see if she reacts to them.