Trashy Tuxie Tuesday

No picture today, as I have to be quick.  Mom had the computer on, then went to the litter box room.  She's been "too busy" to help me blog or visit my friends, so I am going to throw a house-trashing party after she leaves.  We can start partying about dawn on Wednesday and keep it up until sunset next Tuesday.  There are plenty of paper towels and TP stashed behind the dirty laundry hamper in the litter box room, which will be easy to tip over because it's almost empty.  We can dump my toy basket and spread the toys all over the house.  Mom bought extra food and treats for me, so we won't go hungry.  All we have to watch out for is the cat sitter, but we can hide from her.  Let's party!

Catchup Caturday

Mom is still trying to get me interested in my new toy.  It's called Ball of Furry Fury if any of you are interested in getting one.  It does squeak, a little, when Mom drops it on the floor.  All it's done for me so far is remind me how much I like my squeaky mouse.  Instead of playing with the new toy, I went and got my squeaky mouse and gave it a good workout. Mom has been reading the book she got from The Cat Realm.

Karen Jo:  It's the book I got in the raffle for Coco's vet bills.  It is called Astrology for Cats and it is quite interesting.  I was amused at what it said about you, Herman.  You are a Gemini.  It says you are inquisitive, sociable and unpredictable, which is all true.  It also says that you like people, which is sort of true.  You usually want to check out anyone who comes over.  It also says that you are a picky eater, which is spot on, especially the bit about your liking variety and what you eat today you may turn your nose up at tomorrow.  The only thing that doesn't really ring true is the bit about your purring.  It says you should purr a lot and loudly.  You do purr a lot, but very softly.

A lady I have seen before came over and this time I introduced myself by sniffing her shoes.  She didn't try to pet me, though.

Karen Jo:  That was your cat sitter, Herman.  She is a good friend of mine and is doing this as a favor to me, though she isn't really a cat person.  She has a woofy.

Maybe that is why her shoes smelled so interesting. Will she play with me?

Karen Jo:  Probably not, but I have another friend who says she can come over a little bit to keep you company.

I'm going to get lonely.

Karen Jo:  I know, Herman.  I will leave the TV in my room on for you and you can sit on my bed and watch it, like you do sometimes with me.  I will leave out all your favorite toys and you know that you can fish more toys out of the toy basket any time you want.

Watching TV doesn't sound so interesting if you won't be there for me to cuddle up next to.  Will I get my treats?

Karen Jo:  I will be sure to tell her where your treats are and to make sure that you get some every day.

New Toy

The package from the cat place came and Mom did order a whole big bag of oral syringes, but I got a new toy, too.  It's a big open ball with a mousie inside that looks like my squeaky mouse, but it doesn't make any noise.

Karen Jo:  It is supposed to squeak and it did squeak just once when I pulled out the tab to activate the battery.

I played with it just a little bit.  I picked it up with my claws and dropped it and pushed it around some.  Maybe I'll find it more interesting later.  There's not much else going on around here.  Mom got really lazy on Tuesday.

Karen Jo:  I had two really tiring days at work Sunday and Monday and was just exhausted Tuesday.  I did change your litter and give you all fresh dry food.  You didn't seem to mind that I went to bed really early on Tuesday.

That part was pretty cool. I got petted and petted until I didn't want to be petted any more.  Then I just moved down the bed a little bit and snuggled up really close to Mom. We both had a nice long sleep.

Mom got a book in the mail from The Cat Realm, but she says that she's too tired to blog about it tonight.

Karen Jo:  Sorry, Herman, but I can barely keep my eyes open.  My apologies to everyone for not visiting lately. We are short-staffed at work and I am coming home really tired almost every night.

Tuxie Tuesday

Here's my handsome profile.  Mom had been playing with my nip syringe and I put my paw with all my claws out on it to show her who it really belongs to.  I was looking right at her.  I stayed that way until she pointed the camera at me, then I moved to this position.  Mom thinks the was I was before made a cuter picture.  Cute?  I am a big, fierce mancat.  I don't do cute.  Mom tried to play with me today, but I wouldn't do it.  I am still mad at her for planning to go away.  She even tried to feed me rib roast, but all I did was take it in my mouth and chew it up and spit it out again.

Karen Jo:  I think maybe you like the meat juice more than the meat itself.  You lapped up the juice from the cutting board that I gave you.  Note to the squeamish: I didn't let Herman lick the cutting board.  I poured the juice off into one of his dishes.

That was good stuff, that meat juice.  You are giving me those nasty pills again.

Karen Jo:  Yes, I am.  You have to take them for a week at the beginning of every month.  They help keep you healthy.  I planned my trip for the week after, thinking that you will be at your healthiest while I am gone.  It isn't all bad, Herman.  I took off two weeks from work.  I will be gone for seven days, but I will be home with you for seven days, too.  The days that I am home will be some before and some after I am gone.

Well, that's something at least. Do I know this person who is going to come and feed me?

Karen Jo:  You have seen her before. You didn't come up to her and introduce yourself, but you seldom do that with anyone.

You are my person and that's enough people for me.

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.

What's Up?

This is the photo that Mom took for Wordless Wednesday, but didn't use.  I am trying to decide whether I want to whap that ball again.  I did.  I curled around and whapped it a good one, making it fly through the air.  It's so much fun to watch Mom chase the ball and roll it back to me.  Mom deserted me even more than usual today.

Karen Jo:  I had a luncheon meeting.  You had lots to occupy you.  All your toys are still dumped out on the floor from when I picked out all your yellow ones yesterday.

Yeah, that's pretty cool.  I whapped my nip ball up into the air and into the track of my Turbo Scratcher.  Now I can chase two balls around the track.

I almost didn't get to blog tonight.  Mom's been at the computer and muttering things about departures and arrivals and connection times.  It doesn't make any sense to me and Mom isn't telling me anything.  Do any of you kitties have any ideas?

LiveStrong Together

Mom helped me get all my yellow toys together to show my support for the fight against cancer.  She has lost two uncles and her sister-in-law to cancer. Here's to all the researchers who are trying so hard to find a cure and a prevention for this terrible disease.