"Happy as a cat on a pile of clean laundry."

It's a new phrase. I just invented it. Start spreading it around please.

No, Fred. I'm trying to wake up. Quit casting sleepy spells on me. Bad kitty.

Happiness is an audibly happy cat.

Just got home from Christmas at Mother's. I'll wait to catalog my presents until after breakfast with Dad tomorrow, but I will share this fun story.

I took Fred with me. He and I lived with mom for four months while I was looking for an apartment in Birmingham. So I thought he would have fun playing with Dootsie again. *WRONG ( Read more... )

Gotta love these lazy workdays. Our dining room is rented out for a company's Christmas party, so I'm just cutting vegetables as slowly as possible.

Chop...

chop...

chop........

Tomorrow: Kitty Snuggle Day.

Kitty stole my pencil! He just snatched it from my hand and ran off with it!

Carpet is clean. Tomorrow I'll move all of the furniture back out of the kitchen. Why wait? Because Fred is having a whole lot of fun.

"I like how you opened up this space for me to run around real fast."

No lie. Someone was just sleep-meowing.

( I hate this cat so, so much )

I had a dream that Fred attacked a pigeon. It was in the house and he pounced like a pro. Good boy.