Happy Valentine's Day

 Happy Valentine's Day!  Here's Mom's Valentine's Day stuffie.  I am glad that she has never gotten me a Valentine's Day hat or anything else to wear.

I am up on my platform looking for the birdies.  There aren't any at present because Mom hasn't filled up the feeders.  She also hasn't blogged in, like, forever.

Karen Jo:  Sorry, Herman.  Shortly after our last post I got the news that my last aunt was dying.  I needed something to take my mind off that at times, so I started playing an immersive computer game.  I didn't feel like blogging.  Then my aunt died, so I was busy getting ready to go to her memorial.  Then I caught a bad cold, so I can't go.  This is the first day that I felt up to blogging.  I am still pretty miserable, so I probably won't be visiting much, but at least we can let all your friends know that we haven't dropped off the edge of the Earth.  I might feel up to filling the feeders tomorrow.

You sure haven't been much fun.  At least you spend more time in bed, so I get lots of snuggle and petting time.  You have even been forgetting to feed me on time.

Karen Jo:  You always get breakfast on time.

That's because I make myself impossible to ignore in the morning until you get up and feed me.

Karen Jo:  It's just lunch and sometimes supper that have been late.

I guess I can be glad that you eventually remember to feed me.  Your food has been pretty crappy.

Karen Jo:  I have been eating sandwiches and soup.  I offered you a bit of meat out of my soup, but you didn't want it.

You aren't even trying to play with me.

Karen Jo:  I haven't felt up to it.  I pet you while I read on the sofa.

That's great until you start making all those weird noises.  Sometimes I get up and leave because of them.

Karen Jo:  I can't help coughing, sneezing and having to blow my nose.  I should start to get better in a few more days.

I hope so.  At least you are home with me all the time.

Mancat Monday

This is the picture Mom picked to send in for the Friends of the Shelter calendar.  She never heard back from them, so we don't know if I will be a calendar cat or not.  I'm glad that it's Mancat Monday because, frankly, Sunday sucked.  Not only didn't Mom take a new picture of me, she ignored me all day until she went to work.  She kept talking to someone I couldn't see and even though I tried and tried to get her to play with me, she wouldn't.

Karen Jo:  I'm sorry, Herman.  When I am just chatting on the phone, I am glad to get down on the floor with you and play at the same time, but today I was talking to my aunt and it was very important.

Humpf!  You ate your lunch at the computer and wouldn't share.

Karen Jo:  I tried to share.  I offered you little bites of rib roast several times, but all you wanted to do was to try to lick the roast on my plate.  I let you get away with lots of stuff, but not licking the food on my plate.

Just what is so important that you ignore me for it?

Karen Jo:  I didn't want to tell you before, because it wasn't completely set up yet, but I got everything ironed out now.  I am going to go visit my aunt next week.

You are going to leave me here all alone?!

Karen Jo:  Yes, I am.  A friend of mine is going to come visit you every day to feed you and water you and scoop your poop.

How long are you going to be gone?

Karen Jo:  A week.

Cripes!  That's like forever!  How can you do this to me?

Karen Jo:  My aunt has been wanting me to come visit since last spring.  I couldn't go then because you were so sick.  I couldn't go this summer because we couldn't get a good time when we were both free of other commitments. My aunt is very dear to me and I really need to go see her.

So you were ignoring me in favor of making plans to desert me.  I knew that Sunday sucked but I didn't realize how much until just now.