Caturday

 I'm just taking it easy in the living room.  Mom calls this my classic Herman position.

Emma: I am taking a nap on Mom's bed.  Mom has been a bad blogger again.  I even missed
Femme Friday again.

Karen Jo:  I am sorry, but things just haven't been going well for blogging.  I could have made a Thursday post, if a certain tuxie girl hadn't stolen my glasses.

Emma:  I don't know what you are talking about.

Karen Jo:  I was very sleepy and all tucked up in bed when I took off my glasses Tuesday night.  I reached up to put them on top of the bedstead bookcase, but I fumbled them and they fell down.  I thought I would just pick them up off the floor in the morning.  Come Wednesday morning, I couldn't find my glasses anywhere.  They weren't beside the bed, where I expected them to be.  They weren't under the bed.  They weren't behind the rocking chair.  I nearly went crazy trying to find them, but finally had to go to work wearing my old glasses.  When I got home, I started all over again trying to find them, with no luck.  I was thinking about stripping the bed and taking the mattress and box springs off the frame, thinking that they had gotten into some crevice under the bed that I couldn't see from the side.  I decided to lie across the bed and look under the bed from the opposite side with the flashlight to see if a different perspective would help.  When I looked down, there were my glasses, in your hidey-hole.

Emma:  I found them on the floor.  Anything on the floor is a toy.

Karen Jo:  That's a good excuse.  After I finally found them, it was too late to blog and I was too tired, anyway.  I have been too tired to water the lawn after work, too.  The poor grass is in terrible shape. At least the roses have gotten enough water to bloom.  If you are wondering why I don't just water the grass on my days off, it's because we are in severe drought conditions and the county has imposed watering restrictions. The days I am allowed to water don't coincide with my time off.

Emma:  Mom says that I should reassure my friends that I get in my whaps at Herman, too.  I love to lie in my chair and wait for Herman to go by.  I give him a whap in the middle of his back before he suspects that anything is up. Tonight he was playing ball with Mom and I pounced his tail.  He whipped around, but I was out of reach.

Karen Jo:  Herman and Emma have both gotten used to the new dry foods.  I have seen both of them eating all three of their choices. Emma barfed a bit of the duck and pea the other day.  It is those little round disks that cause the problem.  They are small enough to swallow without getting chewed up, then they absorb moisture and expand, then come up again. The Now food is in tiny round pieces that can also be swallowed without being chewed up, but they are small enough not to cause a problem when they absorb moisture.

Emma:  I have stopped running to see what Mom is putting in the dry food dishes.  I know that it's just going to be the same boring stuff day after day.

Karen Jo:  If Herman loses the weight he needs to, I can get you different flavors of Now.  At present, it's just going to be the weight control formula and the kitten food.  Unfortunately, they are both the same flavor.

Mom froze the rest of the turkey, so no more turkey bites for me.  I don't know what she's going to cook next.

Karen Jo:  I don't know, either.  I think I will eat out of the freezer for a while. There's still chicken in there.

You haven't cooked lamb in a long time.

Karen Jo:  I won't be cooking it again, unless there is a good sale.  The price has gone up out of my range.  I am afraid there is going to be a lot more pot roast around here.

Herman and Emma:  YUCK!