I'm sharing this Sunday Selfie with my Special Best Friend, Watering Can.
Mr. Can lives on the upper level of the garden window (when he's not busy watering) and he makes a fabulous pillow for my head. The peeps laugh, but Mr. Can is amazingly comfortable, and we snuggle daily while I bask in the sun.
I was snoozing in the garden window, airing out my toe fluff, and--you guessed it--Mommy saw my cute hind kikker and squee'd like a little girl.
Then she got this bright idea:
1.25 inches, or 3 cm.
Rest assured I didn't put up with her whimsical notions scientific inquiry for long and retracted my toesies tout suite before any actual footie fondling occured. I have standards!
Happy Tufty Toesday!
XX Sweet Pea XX
pee ess: Mommy was wearing a bicycle seat cover on her head in yesterday's post.
The elusive White House Panther has been spotted, sleeping in her lair!
After a successful pestering for an extra breakfast hunt and kill of her favorite prey--an innocent Gerber's--and a wash, the Mighty Whitey has settled in for a post-prandial session of digestion.
No doubt to rise again later, and slaughter another blameless victim.
Mommy loves this photo of me because it shows the true color of my eyes--golden amber. Usually they photograph green(ish) but one morning this week the sunlight in the garden window was just purrfect to capture their true hue.
Happy Sunday!
XX Sweet Pea XX
This is our entry in the Sunday Selfie Blog Hop, sponsored by The Cat on My Head!
Sometimes I just don't want to sleep in the cozy fleece bed in the garden window...
...the sill is infinitely PURR-FUR-able!
This is my new go-to spot for my Post-Second-Brekky-Pre-Early-Luncheon™ nap. The peeps think I'm crazypants for snoozing here, but I'm here to tell you that it is comfortable.
There were some weird goings-on around here Wednesday. Mommy disappeared out the door with some of my furblings, and a little while later returned with what appeared to be totally different kittehs!
They looked different.
They smelled different.
I decided to introduce myself--it never hurts to be friendly to newbies--but upon closer inspection I got the surprise of my life:
I was having a nice solo snooze in my garden window box when Rupert barged in to snuggle. Now, I don't mind cuddling with him, he's warm--but he IS a Stinky Boycat--so first I gave him a little wash to remove his funk and tidied his eyebrows. Then we settled in and had a nice nap together, all afternoon! Sometimes a washing session doesn't lead to biteys and bad feelings. Not often, but occasionally.
(Don't worry if you can't make out what Mommy was saying...it's just her usual drivel.)